Society intern Chapter 3

This is a story i'll be publishing here and Amazon. Notes on bottom

Mark was riding back home. He was already feeling excited, like a kindergartener on his first day of school. And that technically was true.
This was his first time going to in person school in a while. After his dad left one night, his mom homeschooled him, partially to help herself go through the pain. It was a long time before he even stepped foot into a public park. He wanted normality, but was he given that? No, he was smothered down for nearly his entire life, and was unable to engage in normal conversations with people in his age group. He had no friends beyond Guy, and he felt that he wouldn’t break the record. There was nothing positive to thank his mother for at all. If only his Dad remembered he existed. Everything wrong with his world was due to HIM. HE was going to ruin his life again somehow. Him and that Micheal guy. Oh, what he’d do to them once he found those two.
Guy was confused why his new friend was grinning like that. He was getting the heebie jeebies, and he decided to take a break. Once they were on the pavement on Pasternak Bridge, Guy noticed something. Something glowing.
Micheal noticed the other thing that was next to it.
It looked like an corpse, with a busted head. Gangs were frequent in the nearby counties, and they had sometimes been found selling powder in this corner. But this wasn't human at all. Tiny horns lined its back, and there appeared to be talons on the edge of what looked like hands.
The head was a gruesome sight. The skull was fractured into multiple pieces. The eyeballs stared from the center of it all. And a mess of blood was at the center, like a warped flower. The crystal was glowing gray-red. It looked like it was radiating red energy from its center. Guy could swear that he could see a face in it sometimes.
As Mark moved closer, he swore he heard something call his name.
MARKUS TRYST
“Did you hear that, Guy?”Mark asked. Guy said no.
Guy was more focused on the small hammer in the dead creature. It was too small to hurt anything at all. Guy always had an affinity for small things. One of the testaments to his nerdiness was a full mini set of Zinc 13, the planet from “Slaughter Bots”. This was obviously not something that made him popular to anyone, but some girls thought the robots were “cute”.
Mark then felt an urge. To punch, to stab, to bash someone’s brains out. It wasn’t just anyone. It was someone in particular. He only knew that much. But that hate was there. It was just overridden by the voice. The thing calling his name was like a buzzer in his mind.
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
MARKUS TRYST
And, just in case you forgot his name, MARKUS TRYST.
Things were not going well. Mark, already tired, decided to just bike home. It was getting dark after all. HIs mom would practically kill him for being out late, but it would be better than this.
Mark pedaled away, and the crystal began to lattice. It sprouted appendages on all four sides of it, and began to turn into a disc.
White stone began to form around the disk, and the front got covered in a thin film( if you looked closely, it resembled an eyelid). The crystal now resembled a stopwatch. It began to hover, slowly, above the ground, and flew, like a saucer or ufo, in the direction of Mark Tryst.
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Sorry for posting late. Schoolwork has been an bit high, and I'd been getting no views. I'm posting this at the start of the day in order to at least be on the Recent Items list.
I'm also watching JoJo:Stone Ocean. Jotaro needs to wake up to give Anasui the breakdown(breakdown) he deserves.
As usual, give some advice for me to put in here. Toodles!