His Immortal

16

Marcus glanced at me, his eyes meeting mine for the briefest moment, and he saw the worry and concern on my face. He felt a pang of protectiveness, a desire to shield me from all of this. But for now, he had to focus on the task at hand. He grabbed Officer Andrew by the collar and hauled him to his feet, keeping a firm grip on the officer's arm as he started marching him back towards the police station.

Marcus marched Andrew back to the station, his grip on the officer's arm tight and unyielding. As he walked, his mind was a swirling mass of emotions. The knowledge that someone had targeted me. that they had planned to harm me, filled him with a sense of anger and protectiveness that he couldn't shake.

When they arrived at the station, Marcus led Andrew inside and immediately demanded to see the emails and any other evidence the officer had received. He grilled Andrew for information, his eyes scanning each piece of evidence carefully, searching for any clue or hint that would lead to the culprit behind this orchestrated attack.

The hours ticked by as Marcus sifted through the evidence, his mind working overtime as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. From what he could tell, the emails were indeed vague and anonymous, but they did seem to indicate that someone at my high school might have been involved.

It was pitch black since it was night and I was wandering the streets alone trying to remember that night. That is when I heard a voice, the same voice as the woman. I saw her from the distance talking to a girl who I argued a day before the night. A school student. I quickly went to the station as I made it, I looked for Marcus.

Marcus was still inside the station, working late and poring over the evidence and reports. He was exhausted and frustrated, having made little progress on the case so far. When I burst through the doors, his eyes widened with surprise and relief. Seeing me made his heart skip a beat, but the look on my face told him something was wrong.

"I might know who it is," I said to him, I was out of breath.

Marcus's eyes widened in surprise. He was tired and weary, but as soon as he heard my words, his senses went on alert. He stood up from his desk, his face intent and focused. "Who?" he asked, his voice low and urgent. "Who do you think it is?"

"I told you that someone argued with me before the attack, well I saw that woman talking to a student. They must be involved but the student isn't capable of something like that, I think she was forced to be involved. The student's name is Mae Cooper, you should talk to her," I said.

Marcus listened intently as I explained what I had seen, his mind racing as he tried to process the new information. The fact that there was a student involved, even if she was being coerced in some way, was a major development. He nodded, his eyes hard. "Mae Cooper," he repeated. "Right. I'll look into her, and see if she knows anything."

He crossed the room to a computer terminal and started typing, bringing up the student database to search for information on Mae Cooper. As he waited for the information to load, he turned back to me, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination.

He studied my face as I sat there, weary and exhausted, and he knew that I had been through hell and back. He couldn't imagine the pain and trauma I had endured, and he felt a fierce protectiveness well up inside him. He wanted to reach out, to pull me into his arms and hold me close, to shield me from all of this. But he knew now wasn't the time, so instead, he continued to focus on the task at hand.

Finally, the information on Mae Cooper appeared on the screen. Marcus skimmed through it, his eyes scanning for any pertinent information or clues that might help. He saw that she was a senior at my high school and that she had no criminal record or history of violence. She seemed like an ordinary, unassuming girl. But looks, he knew, could be deceiving.

Marcus printed out a copy of her information, along with a photo of her, and turned back to me. "I'll go talk to her," he said, his voice firm. "But you have to stay here. It's too dangerous for you to get wrapped up in this any further."

I nodded and Marcus nodded back, his eyes scanning my face once more. He wanted to say so much more, to tell me how worried he was about me, how much he wanted to protect me from all of this. But he held back, knowing that this wasn't the time or place for his feelings. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he had to do.

"I'll be back soon," he said, his voice firm. "Just stay here and wait for me. Don't leave this station, no matter what."

Marcus gave me one final, intense look, his eyes locking with mine as if trying to impart his strength and determination to me through sheer force of will. Then he turned and walked out of the station, heading straight for the high school to speak with Mae Cooper.

Marcus made his way to the high school as fast as he could, his mind racing with thoughts and plans. He knew that time was of the essence, that every minute that ticked by was another minute that the person behind this attack might make their next move. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were steely with determination as he pushed open the front doors of the school and stepped inside.

Marcus moved through the halls of the school, his steps cautious and stealthy. It was late, and the building was mostly empty, but he knew that there was still a chance he might run into security or a janitor. He kept his eyes peeled, his senses on high alert for any sign of movement or danger.