Battle Suit Hera

Book 1
Chapter 2

Heather visited Mark in the hospital, and learned that he was in a medically
induced coma. The kick to the head had caused minor bleeding in his brain,
and his right eye was gone. The belt that Tracy had used, had a metal
buckle. It had broken two ribs.
The day after the police arrived, it had hit the news. Dora was arrested for
abusing a minor, causing harm to a male, and operating a DominatrixSlave
business without a license or insurance. Mark was removed from his family,
and would be placed in foster care, somewhere else in town. That was, once
he was well enough to go anywhere.
All the money that the government had paid for Mark's care had been
gambled away. His mother was found unfit, as she also had traded access to
Mark, for drugs from Dora. It was a real mess.
Heather placed a 'get well' card on the nightstand, and sat down beside
Mark.
Im so sorry, Mark! I should have called the police when I first saw her hit
you.
A monitor beeped.
Heather reached over and brushed the hair off of Mark's face.
I hear that you will be living with Ashleys family. I know she's been setting
up your room, as she's been non-stop talking about how great it will be to
have you living just across the hall.
The doctors say he can't hear you.
Heather looked over towards the doorway and said, Hi, Ms. Anderson I
wasnt expecting to see you, today.

I thought Id visit Mark while I was dropping off the legal papers. You'd be
shocked at how much red tape there is involving him, Ms. Anderson said as
she walked to the other side of Mark's bed.
What do you mean? Heather asked.
With the loss of his eye and the abuse he went through, the Coalition wants
to be very sure he is moving into a very safe place, Ms. Anderson explained.
We have been going through all types of background checks. Even Ashley
had to do a 'sit down,' and be interrogated. It's so sad that such a thing had
to happen to him, but we will make sure he's taken care of from now on.
Will Mark be going to the same school? Heather asked.
Yes, that's the plan. It's thought he'll do better surrounded by his friends.
Heather looked at Mark, You know, this will just destroy his dreams of
becoming a Battle Suit Pilot.
Ms. Anderson looked at Mark's face and said, We all know that would have
never have happened. There hasnt ever been a male pilot. Even if there
could be, we'd never allow one of our precious males into combat.
^^^^
Marks spatial orientation was totally shot. The doctors assured him that with
time he would be able to compensate for the lack of binocular vision, but for
now he had to be extra careful of doors and steps. Especially stairs going
downward, tripping up stairs could be embarrassing and painful, but falling
down a set could be outright deadly. Ms. Anderson had to have all her
handrails replaced in the house and had added lights to each step.
But, at school, Mark seemed to get bumped into a lot more (at least, he
thought he did), and it kept him off balance. Suddenly, an arm intertwined
with his left arm.
Going my way, sailor?
Hi, Anna. Ya, I have Health, next.
I noticed you wobbling a bit, there. I thought you were getting better.
I feel like everyone is targeting me, to see who can knock me over, said
Mark as he and Anna walked down the hallway.

I dont think they want to knock you over, but I know a few who'd love to
get you on your back for other reasons.
Mark stayed silent.
Im sorry. I know you wanted to do something else, but at least you wont
have to work hard.
Ya, just be a toy for you and your friends to play with.
Anna pulled Mark to a stop and snapped, Look, you may think we all want a
ride, but some of us truly are your friends! We care for you. I can tell you for
a fact that I cried myself to sleep for a week when I found out what
happened to you. And I can also tell you Heather visited you daily while you
were in a coma. Lisa wanted to get a few of her friends together and lynch
Tracy. Did you know she went to school here, also?
I knew. I avoided her all the time.
^^^^
Okay. Now, as you all know, we start this section on different forms of
intercourse, Ms. Dawns said as she activated the large display behind her.
As a hand was raised, she added, Yes, Ms. Jones?
Will Mark be modeling for us? Becky asked.
No, Ms. Jones, Mark will not be modeling for us. Now, everyone, open you
pubs to Chapter Seven, page one-eighty-one.
^^^^
Gym had at once been one of Mark's favorite school activities. Now all he
could do was sit on the side lines. No gym teacher was going to have a half
blind boy running around on a field where he likely get hurt. Mark didnt
brother to get changed. He just sat his backpack down, and pulled out his
tablet. He may not have anything to do but there were a few TV shows he
enjoyed.
MARK! someone down the field yelled. Mark looked up and at first didnt
know who called his name until he seen Tinas arms waving. Mark slipped his
tablet back into his backpack and walked over to Tina and her friends.
Hey, I wanted to know if you play a game with us? Tina asked.

I can't, said Mark as he started to walk away.

Wait, not here and now, said Tina as she looked around.
After school, Holly is having a party. She was hoping I could get you to come
play a few games, Tina explained.
Mark sighed and replied, I'll have to ask Ms. Anderson, first.
^^^^
The party started at five, and Mark was dropped off by Ms. Anderson. Holly
and her mom met Mark at the door, and Ms. Everset waved to Ms. Anderson.
Inside, a dozen or more other girls were chattering away. Every one of them
tuned and smiled at Mark. While it was Holly's birthday party, Mark was the
guest of honor. Holly walked in behind him, and announced that the party
was now on.
The first couple of hours went by in a flash, as games were played, and just
about all the girls vied for Mark's attention. It was the norm. Almost no
matter where Mark went, he become the center of attention. Only at home,
or in class, did he tend to fade into the background. It was one of the biggest
reason he tended to avoid parties.
Around nine, Mark reached for a soda and noticed his wrist cell had changed
colors. Wrist Cells were 3D displayless cell phones-slash-computers. Similar
to todays smart phones, but much more powerful. One of its functions, in
Mark's case, was a front line warning of poisons and drugs in his system. Not
all wrist cell had this feature, very few, in fact. It was mandatory for all young
breeders, to avoid being drugged.
Holly suddenly grabbed his right arm, and looked at his Wrist cell, How long
has it been red?
I just noticed it, said Mark as he started to feel light headed.
Dont worry about it, said Debbie as she walked over and wrapped her arm
under Mark's and started to steer him away from Holly.
Holly grabbed Debbie's arm, What do you mean, dont worry about it?
Everyone's attention was now on Holly and Debbie.
He such a stick in the mud, I thought Id loosen him up a bit and have some
fun.

Holly was shocked as she exclaimed,, You drugged him!

What do you mean she drugged him, said Tina, as she pushed her way
through the crowd.
As Tina reached Mark, she notice his wrist cell, and his glazed-over eyes.
Yes, I made him more willing to play! So, what about it? Debbie spat out.
Tina grabbed Mark's wrist and help it up, Do you know what this means!
From across the room, there was a hard pounding on the door that got their
attention.
Special Security! Open this door! an officer yelled from outside.
Ms. Everset rushed down the stairs, and opened the front door.
What is the problem, Officer? she asked.
It was then that she noticed a dozen officers and EMTs outside the house.
Madam, we received information that a minor-aged breeder may have been
drugged at this location, said the officer.
Ms. Everset face lost all of its color, as she turned and faced the girls behind
her. Then she noticed Tina and Holly walking Mark forward.
Mark's right here. Someone spiked his drink, Mom, Holly said as an Officer
and an EMT rushed in and took control of Mark.
Who did this, the Officer demanded.
Just about every girl in the room turned and pointed right at Debbie.
^^^^
Mark woke in his bed, all wrapped up in a warm comforter. As he opened his
eyes, he found Ashley lying beside him, staring back at him.
Umm, why are you in my bed? questioned Mark as he sat up.
Ashley also sat up. To Mark's relief, she was modestly dressed.
You had a wild night. Someone had to make sure you stayed in bed.
Your joking, right? I dont have wild nights never have, never will.

Mom said you wouldnt remember. Seems you got slipped a micky, and
were the life of the party once we got you home, Ashley explained.
Mark remembered the party at Hollys house, but as he sat there he realized
that he couldnt remember how he got home, or what happened once he
notice his wrist cell had turned red. Mark looked at his wrist cell, and smiled
to see it was once more a dark green.
Someone drugged me! But why?
The why is easy. Someone wanted to 'play' with you. The 'who' was a
surprise. A few Juniors had crashed the party, and it seems Debbie wanted a
night with you before she left for the fleet.
I remember her, she kept giving me drinks. Once she tried to give me a
wine cooler, but I turned it away.
Well, once she knew she couldnt get you drunk, she tried drugs.
Mark played with his wrist cell, Didnt she realize that Special Services
keeps a close eye on me?
I think she thought they'd take much longer to respond. You have to
remember that most girls rarely get to have a boy in their school, and fewer
yet really pay attention in 'Law and Government' class. Heck, I had to go
through a four day crash course because you came to live with us.
Mark sat fully up on the bed and kept covered as Ashley got out of the bed
and grabbed her robe.
To both of their surprise, the TV suddenly came on with a public service
announcement.
We take you live to a Vons invasion at the 'Floating City of New Vegas,' now
in orbit around Venus.
Mark and Ashley watched as dozens of Earth's and Vons' ships exchanged
fire.

Edited By TeNderLoin