The Sixth Division

Chapter 1 Changes

*Mark*

                Monday morning, I sat alone in my classroom. Well not exactly alone, my teacher Mrs. Turpin was in there. She was scowling at me like I had attempted to kill her dog or something. It gave me chills. I attempted to keep my attention on my book about World War 3 that lay open in front of me about the nuclear war, and how chemicals had been released causing occasional traits as most call them into humans. A whole bunch of stuff like that. So you may be asking, what am I doing alone in a classroom with a scowling angry old teacher? I do get ahead of myself. Here's the thing I am apparently one of the "inqusanlar" or something like that. Basically meaning I'm weird, a deformity, variation. Whatever you want to call it. My mom said that I had some sort of power or something. A result of nuclear fallout remnants of World War 3. My name is Mark Fischbach, or Markiplier as some of my friends jokingly call me from my internet username. I am currently 27 and counting (heh). And I am standing alone in the classroom. Exactly what my power is? No idea, in fact nobody seems to really know. Except my mother who has done everything in her  power (no pun intended) to keep it from me. As well as preventing me from finding out for myself. Which is an absolute load of bullshit if you ask me. I rolled my eyes as the teacher snapped at me to go back to reading. Everyone seemed to know I was a rare different and hated me with a passion for it, although how they knew was beyond me.. I turned my gaze to the script on the page as she continued to scold me.

World War 3 started from threats of what was Northern Korea, but is now nothing but an uninhabitable landscape due to the numerous attacks that were launched against it. The United States president, who was currently the late Donald Trump took the threats to heart. Launching a heavily armed force of military after them. As refugees fled and more people got involved, things became more malevolent and violent. As the United Kingdom fell into an extreme poverty during this era they turned to other countries. Eventually the queen as well as the US president began to conjoin in efforts against what is now known as Tanevale, then called Germany, launched numerous unknown chemicals and nuclear weapons against neighboring nations, and it's opponents overseas. This caused Germany's namesake to be changed. Due to the effect it had on its residents. Changing them into what are now called inqusanlar or inhuman due to their abilities which are comparable to "magic". Little to nothing is know about them to the vast population because of secrecy and danger an individual inqusanlar poses against a normal human. Although rare and dangerous occasionally one could be born outside of Tanevale and the United Kingdoms. However this occurrence is rare and little none. Much of the government will quickly have them eliminated or deported to Tanevale if an inqusanlar is discovered.

Huh, no wonder my mother refused to let me talk about it. I could get myself killed from it. Which made sense. I skimmed through the book to see if it had anything on what an inqusanlar is or the type of abilities one could have. Unfortunately to my dismay there was little to nothing. Other than the two paragraphs on how Tanevale got changed to that from Germany, and that there was five divisions that would come and occasionally help the humans. Disappointed I began packing up and brought my book up to the teachers desk when I heard the classroom door squeal open. I winced as its old hinges protested to being used. In walked a man, probably about my age, possibly a little older, although slightly taller. He had a gentle grin that just made it seem like he had mischief on his mind. His eyes and messy hair were a rich brown color in comparison to my chocolate colored ones, and by brightly dyed red hair. He strode over to me casually, with that slightly goofy grin. Brushing past me he went straight to the teacher and spoke. His voice seemed respectful, and his stance made him seem powerful. Mrs. Turpin noticed this and she was slightly shocked at the sudden appearance of this newcomer.

"Hello, you must be Mark Fischbach's teacher?" He was polite in his tone but stern.

She stammered slightly, "y-yes I am. And who might you be?"

The stranger smiled brightly and held out his hand to shake, "my apologies ma'am. The name's Matthew Patrick, or Mat as you can call me. I'm here to Retrieve Mark."

Now it was my turn to be shocked. I had no idea who this man was, or what he was doing here but somehow this guy knew me. I stopped packing up and watched him with anew curiosity. He turned and grinned at me, noticing my confusion.

"Oh, so sorry," he chuckled slightly and walked over to me, he was even more so intimidating with him standing next to me. Whoever he was he commanded respect, and was definitely not somebody to mess with, "My name is Matthew, or Mat. But you've probably already heard that. I am more commonly known as Matpat online though. I come from Tanevale's Division Six."

Mat did a goofy little bow leaving me in a stunned silence. Mrs. Turpin was clearly uncomfortable as she suddenly blurted out, " Your kind are not  welcome here."

He feigned hurt, "my apologies, but if I am not welcome then why is Mark here?" He asked gesturing to me.

I opened and closed my mouth wanting to protest but no sound came out. Hundreds of questions raced through my mind but a single one kept returning again, how does he know? He looked at my surprise in satisfaction. Before he then turned his attention back to the teacher.

"Because if my Division leader is incorrect, which I highly doubt, then Mark Fischbach is an inqusanlar, if I am not mistaken. Unless I somehow have the wrong guy."

The teacher and I were equally shocked and a tense silence befell the room. It was incredibly awkward for all three of us undoubtedly. Another question that kept popping up was he said Division Six, although I knew very little on Tanevale there was only five divisions who would come and help out in things humans couldn't on occasion for money. His goofy smirk returned to his face and he gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I am so dearly sorry if I scared you. But I am here to take you Tanevale and teach you your power. Things have already been arranged and Felix, who is waiting for us, will return us back to where we belong," he spoke so politely and calmly. A bit worried I nodded, maybe for once I could finally learn what I was really capable of and my abilities.

Mat escorted me outside where there was a blond man who looked in his thirties and another shorter man with bright green hair waiting for us. Both saluted to Mat as soon as we stepped out of the building. The blond man began walking away his strides curt and fluid, similar to a march. Whilst the green haired man followed us on my heels behind us. I heard an accented voice speak from behind me.

"So, you're the new recruit huh?" the green haired man asked me. His voice had an accent to it I didn't recognize much but all three men seemed familiar. At least the blond and Mat. Mat, I watched his videos, and he had mentioned the blond once or twice. But never anything on having been an inqusanlar. "YO! Hey! Earth to whatever your name is? Ah there we go. My name is Jack nice to meet you."

He seemed super sweet, I replied, "uh . . . thanks. My name is um, Mark." I was making a fool of myself.

"Cool, oh by the way hope you don't mind our sudden appearance. We needed to be quick and secretive, after all American government doesn't exactly care for us." He apologized.

"It's fine. I guess better than what I am living I suppose. So um your voice? Where are you from?" I asked sheepishly.

Jack chuckled, "It's fine that you ask I don't mind really. I am from Ireland. Doesn't surprise me you don't know. Not exactly many Irish people here anymore."

"Ya, I guess not after the whole World War 3 thing." I agreed.

As we spoke we came to a small plane, big enough for a few passengers but certainly smaller than any plane I had ever seen. As we approached it the blond man stopped beside it unlocked the door and spoke.

"We have to take flight soon sir, otherwise we will be spotted." His voice also had some foreign accent. I recognized as Swedish though.

Sir? I thought to myself. Before realizing the Swede had been addressing Mat. Which still confused me. But before I could ask any questions or protest I was escorted onto the plane and preparing for take off.