His Immortal | Marcus Pike

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He stepped closer to the door, listening carefully. He knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping, but his concern for my well-being and the mystery surrounding me overpowered any hesitation he had. He waited, his ears straining to hear any sound coming from inside the room. If it was my phone, then chances are I was going to answer it. And he would hear every word I said.

I answered the phone "Yeah?"

Marcus could hear my voice through the door, and he leaned a bit closer to try and hear the other side of the conversation. He was curious to know who I was talking to and what they were saying.

"One of the cops is heading to the park, yeah there. Be careful," I said.

Marcus's eyes widened slightly as he heard my words through the door. I was warning someone about the search team heading to the park. He immediately knew that he had just stumbled upon something important.

He stepped away from the door, his mind racing. Who I was talking to? Who I was warning? And why did I want them to be careful? Without knowing anything more, he had no choice but to wait and listen, hoping to glean more information from my conversation.

He stood there, waiting impatiently for the discussion to continue, trying to keep his own breathing and heart rate as silent as possible so as not to tip me off to his presence outside my door.

"Look, I don't know. They're treating me like a victim more than the person who was damn buried alive, just be careful. We lost our best friend, Sam. I didn't know he got killed, just please be careful. I can't lose you as well to these stupid cops. Yeah see you," I ended the call.

Marcus's eyes widened further as he heard the end of my conversation. I was involved in something more serious than he had initially believed, and the mention of a lost friend and the worry about losing someone else to 'stupid cops' made his heart race.

He felt torn. Should he burst into the room, confront me and demand answers? Or should he try to get more information before making any moves? He was a trained FBI agent, but he had never dealt with a situation like this before. His years of experience and training didn't seem to help him here...

For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. But the urgency of the situation forced him to make a decision. He knew that he couldn't just stand out here in the hallway and hope for answers to fall into his lap. He needed to take action.

With a deep breath, he silently reached for the door handle, his every muscle tense and ready. He twisted the handle slowly, careful not to reveal his presence, and eased the door open just enough for him to see into the room.

Marcus peeked through the crack in the door, his eyes widening as he saw me hastily hide the phone. He was right; I had been talking to someone and I didn't want him to know about it. He felt his heart pound in his chest, adrenaline coursing through him. He knew he had to act quickly before I realized he was here, or before I could alert whoever I had been talking to that he was onto me.

Slowly, and as silently as possible, Marcus pushed the door open wider and stepped into the room. His mind was racing, trying to figure out how to approach this situation, and what his next steps should be.

"What do you want?" I asked.

Marcus took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable confrontation. "I heard your conversation," he said firmly. "You were warning someone about the search team heading to the park, weren't you?"

I shrugged. Marcus gave me a sharp stare, his expression serious. "Don't play coy with me," he said. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Who were you talking to, and what were you warning them about?"

"Nothing, I think you are imagining stuff," I replied.

Marcus clenched his jaw in frustration. He knew I was lying, but he couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't telling him the whole truth. He took a step closer to the bed, his eyes scanning my face for any signs of dishonesty. "You and I both know that's not true. You were on the phone with someone, and you were telling them to be careful. I want to know why."

He held my gaze, daring me to continue lying. His patience was wearing thin, and his training and instincts were screaming at him that there was more going on here than met the eye. Marcus let out a frustrated sigh, growing more and more irritated by my stubborn silence.

He crossed his arms, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're hiding something," he said, his voice low and firm. "And I'm not going to stop asking until you tell me what it is."

"What is it to hide?"

Marcus raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my innocent act. "Don't play dumb with me," he said firmly. "You were talking to someone on the phone, and you were warning them about the search team going to the park. That's not something someone does unless they're involved in something they don't want the police to know about."

Marcus noticed the change in my expression, the disappearance of the smirk on my face. He could tell that he was finally getting through to me. He took another step closer to the bed, his eyes locked on mine. "I need you to tell me the truth," he said, his voice softer now but still firm. "Who were you talking to on the phone, and why were you warning them about the police search?"

Marcus stayed silent, watching me carefully. He could sense the inner struggle I was dealing with, and he knew that whatever I was hiding was weighing heavily on me.

"I have been getting death threats for months, the texts are like 'You are going to die when I decide' It's scary, I almost died yesterday. Being buried alive is scary, the boy you found next to me, was my best friend Sam. I didn't know he was getting texts too," I wiped my eyes.