Conformity, Part 7

all characters in this story are pure fiction - similarities found 
with real people are pure coincidence. 

Conformity
by Blackbladder

Part 7
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Pamela and her friends circled and hugged each other at the 
headteacher's office.  Pamela knew what Skye was now up to and 
explained everything to her shocked friends.

"I never knew that black haired bitch could be so evil.  We will have 
to teach her a lesson.  Hey do you remember the Doomsday Device we 
used to do on newstarts?" Samantha said, referring to an advanced 
form of the Birthday Dumps they would issue to all new students.  
They used to strike fear into everyone by intimidating them with 
their popularity.

But since those days, everything was different now.  Skye had taken a 
week to turn Pamela's boyfriend against her - she was not going to 
allow her to take away her closest friends without a fight.  

Skye then approached the trembling trio and smiled while taking a 
deep puff from her shrinking cigarette.

"Hey it's the three stoogies!" Skye joked as she exhaled gracefully.

Skye opened a door to a deserted Stores room beside her and put her 
hand against the open door.  

"So you idiots gonna just stand there and gawk at me?" the Goth 
laughed.

As Pamela and her friends immediately tried to attack their foe, Skye 
pushed out her powerful palms to force Angela through the door to 
Angelas office.  Angela landed unconscious underneath the table.  As 
her friends approached, Skye pulled her arms into her sides and made 
a beckoning gesture to her oncoming attackers.  Within range, she 
turned to face the Stores room and pushed out her arms.  Abby and 
Samantha flew through the air by an unknown source into the room, 
crashing into packed boxes of equipment.  

As Angela regained consciousness, she could make out Skye walking 
into the Stores room and shutting the door behind her.  The former 
Role Model rose to her feet, blood dripping from a cut to her 
forehead, and ran towards the Stores room.  As she peered through the 
glass window on the door, she could only shout in vain as Skye 
carried out her now perfected ritual for conversion.  In silent 
monotone, her friend's bodies became limp and lifeless as they 
awaited their new instructions.  Skye was feeding the commands to 
them.  Seconds later, they reawoke with smiles on their faces.  They 
stood up to greet Skye to Pamela's horror.  Further horror burried 
into Pamela's psyche when her friends each accepted a cigarette from 
Skye's quickly diminishing pack.  As Skye offered them a light, the 
two eagerly sucked on their cigarettes, inhaling instantly on their 
new habits.  As they both exhaled smoke towards the ceiling in 
perfect synchronization, Skye smiled evily at Pamela through the 
window.  

Pamela made a dash towards a phone to call for help.  Her fingers 
were red and sweaty now from the sheer panic invading her body.  999 
she dialed.  Her heartbeat raced as she awaited a friendly voice on 
the other end.  

"Hello......you are through to emergency services.......what service 
do you want?"

"Police!" Pamela screamed.  Wishing someone could be here right now 
to save her.

"You are through to the Police department, what is the emergency?"

"Just come to Haven High School straight away! Please! You must 
save......" Pamela blurted out as she felt her body being taken grip.

The pressure applied to her stomach caused Pamela to lose her grip on 
the payphone.  Pamela was then projected through to the headteacher's 
office.  Again she landed sharply against the filing cabinet and lost 
consciousness.

Abby and Samantha joined their fellow students outside for some fresh 
air.  They both naturally headed towards the new overflowing smokers 
section of the playground.  Without thinking, they extracted their 
Marlboro Reds and began indulging in their new-found hobby.  They 
found this great whilst indulging in conversation with their new 
smoking colleagues.  Onlookers shook their heads in dispair as they 
saw the hundreds of school pupils smoking naturally and casually.  

Pamela groggily awoke to the sound of a bic lighter sparking.  Then 
she saw a dancing, enticing flame illuminate in front of her. As her 
vision improved, she could see Skye sitting in Angela's chair with a 
dangling unlit cigarette.  

"Glad to see you're awake again.  Care to join me?" Skye pro-offered 
her pack towards the helpless student.

"No!" Pamela said, still feeling the effects of her bruised head.  

Skye lit up and inhaled deep upon setting the lighter back down on 
the table.  

"How are you enjoying school?" Skye laughed, pausing to take another 
quick puff from the burning cylinder.

"You bitch! You have ruined my life!" Pamela stated.  She tried to 
move but felt an incredible force pinning her to the chair.  

"What have you done?" Pamela retorted in horror of losing control.  
This was an emotion Pamela never felt up until Skye arrived at the 
school.

"This is payback Pamela.  I have already applied my power onto you.  
This revenge has been very sweet." Skye said, sitting back, with 
cigarette pointed upwards, wrist bent.

"You see, you treated me like shit since I arrived here.  I have had 
people treat me like shit until I was thirteen.  A friend of mines 
showed me the way and I have embraced the new path being given to 
me."  Skye continued.

A police car pulled up outside the school.  The officer stared at the 
large smoking group while entering the building.

"You never wanted to know me from the start.  You never gave me a 
chance to show you who I really am.  So I decided to give you an 
example of what my life is all about.  When I said I had no friends, 
I meant that until the point I made them my friends.  Once I had 
converted them, they understood the loneliness i experience on a 
daily basis." Skye continued whilst taking another pull on the 
cigarette.

"When I was thirteen, I was led onto a path which involved black 
magic.  I practiced this art myself for months until I managed my 
power well.  It was the year I also took up smoking.  Funnily enough, 
I despised the habit before then but my friend got me started after 
he left town."

The officer was overwhelmed by the level of smoke in the atmosphere 
of the educational establishment.  Sniffing the new fresh smoke in 
the air, he followed its spiritual residue.

"You tried to take away any pride and confidence i had with your 
friends.  Now I decided to take away everything you had too - 
espeically your pride.  Soon, though, you will have nothing to worry 
about.  You should consider yourself lucky.  I was tempted to kill 
you." Skye paused to light another cigarette while Pamela looked on 
in horror. 

Suddenly, the officer entered the room and pulled out his gun.  He 
aimed his gun at Skye.  

"Pull the bloody trigger!" Pamela shouted.

The officer fired a shot at the wall behind Skye.  Pamela knew the 
missed shot was intentional.

Skye smiled "How did you get into this shitty job, Martin?"

The officer replied "Well, we all got to make a living.  After I left 
town, I kept a low profile and burried my head in the books.  I see 
you're doing well, pretty young for getting the role of a rector eh?" 

Martin walked over towards Skye and embraced her with a hug and 
kissed her cheek.  As Martin sat on a chair next to Skye, he took out 
a pack of Newports and lit up, forcefully adding his smoke to the 
atmosphere.  They then focused their full attention on their prey - 
Pamela.

"Pamela, my dear, I am a parasite - I never got expelled from my last 
school.  I just needed an excuse to take my cause onto another area.  
Martin here taught me that.  From tommorrow, I will be leaving Haven 
for another area altogether.  But I do have a couple of  going-away 
presents just for you."

Skye took out a gift-wrapped box and placed the object in Pamela's 
lap.  

"Wondering what this one is?" Skye laughed.

The final clue to the gift was a lighter popped on top of the 
rectangled box.  Pamela could not cry as her facial expression was 
supressed by the invisible energy.  

"I'll give you your other gift very soon - let's say a gift from the 
Gods..." Skye chuckled.

As Martin continued to indulge in his smoking, watching his protege - 
his best friend complete her conversion, he shut his eyes and 
breathed in deep the ambient smoke evident in the air.  The voice of 
Skye was the only peaceful tone in the atmosphere.  

"Open your mind. Close your eyes."

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