His Immortal | Marcus Pike

09

Marcus's expression softened as I shared my story. The fear and vulnerability in my voice were clear, and he could hear the genuine terror in my words. He took another step closer to the bed, closing the distance between us. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, his voice softer now than it had been before. "Thank you for telling me the truth," he said quietly. "You should have said something earlier."

He could see the tears in my eyes, the trauma I had been through clearly weighing on me. He felt a pang of protective instinct and instinctively pulled up a chair next to the bed. He sat down, his hand still on my shoulder, attempting to offer some comfort and support.

"Can you tell me more about these death threats?" He asked gently, his voice low and reassuring. "Who has been sending them? And how long has this been going on?"

"I don't know who is sending them, they're anonymous. But it was every day before whoever tried to kill me yesterday,".

Marcus's jaw clenched at my words. The thought of someone stalking and threatening me for months filled him with anger and determination. He knew that whoever was behind this was dangerous and needed to be stopped.

He squeezed my shoulder gently, offering what comfort he could. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said quietly. "But I promise you, we're going to figure out who is behind these threats and make sure they're brought to justice."

He paused for a moment, his mind working furiously to formulate a plan. He knew that time was of the essence; the longer my attacker remained free, the more danger I would be in. His eyes flicked back up to mine, meeting my gaze. "Is there anything else you can tell me about these death threats or the person sending them? Anything at all, no matter how minor or insignificant it may seem."

"The people I was warning about, my friend she knows how to hack into phones, she was trying her best to figure out who was texting me but she couldn't find anything. She said whoever is texting me was texting me from a burner phone," I replied.

Marcus nodded, absorbing this new information. A burner phone would make it more difficult to track down the sender, but not impossible.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing as he tried to think of possible leads. He knew that my friend's hacking attempts had been futile so far, but there must be some other way to identify the person behind the threats.

He looked back at me, his eyes studying my face. He could see the exhaustion and trauma etched onto my features, and he knew that I needed rest if I was going to be able to help him in this investigation. "I know you've already been through a lot," he said gently, "But I need to ask you some more questions. Can you handle that for me?"

I nodded. Marcus smiled faintly, recognizing my strength and determination despite everything I had been through. He admired my resilience in the face of such a terrifying trial. He took out a small notebook and pen from his pocket, then shifted in his chair to get comfortable.

"Good," he said. "Let's start with these death threats. Can you tell me more about them? Do you have any copies of the texts? Have they always been threats, or have there been any other types of messages?"

I took out my second phone and scrolled to the text and handed him the phone "There's over hundreds,".

Marcus's eyes widened slightly as I handed him my phone. He had expected there to be some evidence of the death threats, but the sheer volume of texts I had received was alarming. He scrolled through the messages, a scowl deepening on his face with each new threat. He felt a deep anger rising in him at the thought of someone terrorizing me in such a way.

He continued to scroll through the messages, taking in the horrifying content. The threats were not only numerous but also escalating in their language and their violence. It was clear that whoever was sending these texts was not only vengeful but also unstable and dangerous.

He looked up at me, his expression firm. "Have you reported these threats to anyone else? The police, school authorities...?"

"No, no one cares about it. The talk you had to do was just our principal trying to impress the Government he doesn't care about us, he cares about the school look,".

Marcus clenched his jaw in anger at my words. The fact that my school principal, who was responsible for my safety and well-being, had dismissed the threats against me was appalling to him.

His free hand clenched into a fist, the anger burning deep within him. "That's unacceptable," he said firmly. "No one deserves to be treated with such disregard, especially by those in positions of authority and responsibility."

He paused for a moment, trying to rein in his anger and focus on the task at hand. He knew that getting emotional would not help either of us right now, and he needed to remain professional and clear-headed.

He looked back down at the phone in his hand, still scrolling through the messages. There had to be something here, some clue that could help him identify the person behind these threats...

He continued to read through the texts, his eyes quickly scanning the words and phrases for any hint of a lead. He knew that even the smallest detail could provide a vital clue, but he wanted to be thorough in his analysis.

Every so often, his eyes would dart up to me, checking on my condition. He could see the weariness etched on my face, and he knew that I was exhausted from all I had been through. But he also knew I was strong and determined.

"I'm not liked at the school, everyone hates me. Maybe it's a student, I don't know," I replied.