His Immortal

22

He quickly turned his attention back to the room, his mind racing as he tried to process the events that had just occurred. He was struggling to make sense of it all, to figure out what was going on and who was behind this. He looked down at Mae's body, feeling a pang of sadness and anger. She had been just a scared kid, but her actions had led her down a dark path that ultimately led to her death.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He knew he had to call for backup and get to the bottom of this, but he was shaken by what he had just witnessed. It was like something out of a nightmare or a movie, except in this case, it was all too real. He took out his phone and dialled a number, his hand shaking slightly as he waited for someone to pick up.

"I need reinforcements," he said into the phone, trying to keep his voice steady. "We've had a situation here, I'll explain when you get here. Bring the M.E. unit as well."

He gave the location of the school and then hung up, taking another deep breath as he tried to compose himself. He knew he had to stay focused and keep his mind clear, but the image of Mae's lifeless body lying on the ground was seared into his mind, making it hard to think straight.

He looked out the window for a moment, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement or suspicious activity. But everything was still and silent, the night air feeling heavy and stifling.

Marcus heard a faint noise behind him and spun around, his hand instinctively going to his holster. But when he saw me standing in the doorway he relaxed slightly, a mix of relief and surprise crossing his face.

"Elaine," he said, his voice low and tense. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged and looked at her body "She finally got what came to her, I guess,".

Marcus bristled at my words, his jaw tightening slightly at my callous tone. He didn't like the way I was talking about Mae, even if she had been involved in something as terrible as this. "That doesn't excuse what happened," he said firmly. "Nobody deserves to go out like that."

"Sam didn't deserve death, I didn't deserve to be buried. She admitted it and you are sticking up for her," I said.

Marcus's eyes narrowed at my words, his expression hardening. He knew I had been through something traumatic, but he wasn't going to let me get away with talking like that. He took a step towards me, his voice firm and authoritative. "I'm not sticking up for anyone," he said. "I'm just saying that nobody deserves to be shot in cold blood like that. It's not up to us to decide who deserves to live and who deserves to die."

"Well, she did, with her little hatred group. My best friend died trying to save my life before I even knew what was going to happen," I replied.

Marcus sighed heavily, his expression softening slightly. He knew I was hurting and angry, and he couldn't blame me for feeling that way. "I understand that," he said, his voice more gentle. "But violence is never the answer. And revenge is a dangerous thing. It can consume you and lead you down a dark path."

"Well, she deserved it. She murdered Andrew, you were there. Yet you have a soft spot for her," I showed the jealousy.

Marcus's expression hardened again at my words. He felt his irritation building, but he tried to keep it in check. "I don't have a 'soft spot' for her. She was just a scared kid who made a bad decision," he said, his voice tense. "But that doesn't mean she deserved to die like that."

"Whatever," I walked off.

Marcus watched me walk away, his expression pained and conflicted. He wanted to go after me, to try to calm me down and talk some sense into me. But he knew that I was hurting and angry and that I needed some time to process what had happened. He let out a frustrated sigh and turned his attention back to the scene before him. The medical examiner was arriving, and he needed to focus on the task at hand.

As the M.E. and the other officers started to work the scene, Marcus stood to the side, his mind still preoccupied with my words. He couldn't shake the feeling that I was still struggling with the trauma and pain of everything that had happened.

He watched as the M.E. finished up their preliminary examination of the body, his mind whirling with thoughts and questions. Who had shot Mae? And why? And why had they disappeared so quickly, leaving no trace behind?

As the thought crossed his mind, Marcus's expression darkened, a knot of guilt and suspicion forming in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't help but wonder if my jealousy had anything to do with Mae's death. Had my anger and resentment toward her pushed me to do something drastic?

He shook his head slightly, trying to push those thoughts away. He didn't want to believe that I would ever be capable of something like that. But the seeds of doubt were planted, and he knew he wouldn't be able to rest easy until he had some answers.

He made a mental note to keep an eye on me, to try to get a handle on how I was feeling and what I was thinking. He had to be careful though, he couldn't let his personal feelings blind him to the truth.

He waited for a moment, lost in thought, before realizing that the M.E. was trying to get his attention. He shook himself out of his thoughts and turned back to the scene, trying to focus on the present and the task at hand.

As he listened to the M.E.'s report, he couldn't shake the feeling that this whole case was far from over. There were too many loose ends and too many unanswered questions. And as much as he didn't want to believe it, he knew that I could be involved in some way.