Society Intern Chapter 6

This is an story I'll be publishing here and Amazon. Notes on bottom.

Mark woke up with an urge to follow the mission given to him. But as he was getting ready, doubt crept into his mind.
Was any of the previous night real? It could've been a weird dream caused by stress. But then, why did it feel so real?
There was only one way to check. He went into his pocket, and sure enough, there was the disc.
There was no other explanation. It just had to be true. So, where were the armors? A glance at the corner answered that question. The two armor suits were set up in the corner, like dolls in an horror movie. They were waiting for a sign. An body to join with.
Or Mark was losing his marbles. Whatever the truth was, Mark scooped them up in his bag, and went to school.
Not a lot happened that school day. Imogen kept her routine of staying away from communication. Mark and Guy stayed away from Steve. And everyone tried their best to stay out of trouble.
It was around lunch when Mark realized he had wasted 4 periods, and that time was running out to get Guy and Imogen their armor suits. He had to think of something fast.
“Hey, Mr. President! I'm sorry for the lack of a welcoming party, but you’re in a line,so you have to walk with the civilians.”a girl said.
An welcoming party.
“Thank you so much!”, Mark responded, and ran off.
He knew just what to say to get their armor suits on.

Guy was surprised to hear that an welcoming party was happening. He had been to welcoming parties before, but had always been sitting on the side while everyone else talked to their friends. This could be a new opportunity for him.
Imogen was more anxious. The last party she had been to was when she went to her cousins birthday party, when she was 4. She had never had a birthday;her transgender dad adopted her from an orphanage, where he met her mom.
She always liked to hear that story.

Guy was surprised that they were holding a party for all the new students. He had never been to any party beyond birthday parties. He always decided not to come, because what if they made fun of him? He was a bit fat, and exercise did nothing to control it. It felt like he was going to be fat forever. But, this might lead to an opportunity. He could find a friend.
He could be normal.
Imogen was much easier to convince. She was the type of new kid who wanted to advance socially. Meeting normal people wouldn’t work, due to her distinct lack of conversation. She had no phone numbers, due being unable to ask anyone for theirs. And her parents didn’t enroll her in any extra-school activities, due to being afraid of danger. This could be a great opportunity to spread feelers out. She might even find some pals who could be potential…friends? The option was always present. No one really knew her after the incident at all.
That’s what she considered it. An incident. Something that couldn’t happen again.
Deep down, in her subconscious mind, she felt different. She wanted her life back. This was an injustice. Why did it happen to her? It could happen to anyone, right?
This could be an path. A path to something better. She could be normal. Things could be normal.
The “party” was at Mark’s house. He had watched a video on brainwashing, and had decided to make the main layout disorienting.
He had no idea how to spike people’s drinks. But he read an article on sugar once, and it said that sugar could distort the mind. He decided to add artificial sugar in everyone’s drink except his own. He needed concentration to do this.

Imogen arrived after Guy, with not much fanfare. Mark was too busy focusing on her to say anything.
She had her hair in a ponytail, and she sometimes made an ‘ih’ sound from her mouth. Her eyes were always attentive, and she was watching everything. She sometimes bit her hair when she thought no one was watching, in the corner of the ballroom.(Is that what he was calling it now?) Her dress was a bit stained in the corner. Her hair was falling out for some reason, and they (this was sounding cliche) shimmered in the lights above.
There was an moment when she was really tired, and he needed no signal. But Guy, was resisting the urges to be tired. It was 11 o'clock, how focused was this guy?He wasn’t low enough to do hazing (and besides, he had no funnel to stuff the drink down his increasingly punchable face).
He had a strange feeling that the disc had an idea what to do in this situation.
He wasn’t sure how to ask the thing recovered from a corpse how to put an armor suit on a boy from school. This was going to be harder than he thought. How was he to ask the thing? Should he ask the thing?
The disc had grown a lid with a clock on top. The eye was inside the lid, now swiveling insanely.
Mark started the conversation.
“Um, hello… whatever your name is.”
The thing stared at him, then began to swivel around before focusing on him again.
“I’m…having an problem. There’s this guy from school, and I need to put an armor suit on him tonight. Do you have any idea what to do?”
The thing’s eye spun. The pupil became a spiral, and the spiral became shapes that hurted Mark's eyes. Yet he couldn’t help but watch, like a filmgoer watching a snuff film. He was both revulsed and … interested.
The shapes then touched Mark, and he finally understood.

Guy looked at the clock. It was about time for his curfew, and he was getting tired anyways.
Suddenly, Mark appeared.
“Alright everybody, we’ll be starting the game for this party. It’s time for some Medieval Chairs.”
The premise was just like Musical Chairs. Music would be playing, and you had to run around a set of chairs. If the music stopped, you had to sit down in a chair. If you couldn't, you were out.
The catch was, you had to wear some old knight armor the whole time. Guy didn’t get why, up until he put it on and realized it was impossible to see in there. Mark was wearing a cool set of armor with wings and a helmet.
The music started. It wasn’t any party tune or any song in general. He couldn’t remember what was playing, only that it sounded like dogs barking. But he couldn’t help but sit down.
It turned out to be a nice ending. Everybody sat down at the same time. Then he saw someone at the door .
Someone with a baseball cap.

Mark was excited. His friends were going to get the meaning he had been given.
Wait, what was he being so excited over? He wasn’t given anything. Not yet. But after this night, he felt that… something would happen to him. Something that would make him … better.
But better how? In what sense or form. In what way? Would he become stronger, faster,smarter? Would anything happen to him at all?
He guessed he just had to wait and see.

Soon, the baseball cap guy was back. And he looked excited, like this was going to be fun.
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