INMARCESIBLE

INMARCESIBLE - 19

I don't remember much after the fall, just that Eric cushioned my fall before I lost consciousness.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was in the infirmary; Lena sat beside my bed, looking quite worried as it is.

"Oh Sara, I was so worried when I got all your missed calls. I was in class and had my phone was in silence. I'm so sorry Sara." She almost wailed as she apologized frantically.

I, in turn smiled at her and said, "Don't worry about it, Lena. It's alright now."

"Oh, I'm so glad you're okay. When I heard you're in the infirmary from Eric I was scared for a second.†She said and I couldn't help raising a brow.

"...Eric? Talked to you?" I asked, quite astonished.

"Yeah, he came to me and told me that you fainted and that you were here. Also told me to look after you.†She nodded in response, "I only checked my call-log after he came to me."

"...Really? Where is he now?" It was unexpected of Eric to talk to Lena. He never talked to her, let alone looked at her. I doubted if he even knew that she was my roommate. Seems like he did. But I don't know what I was expecting, maybe I expected Eric to be there sitting beside me when I woke up, and start his lecturing about how I should've gone to the infirmary in the first place if I was not feeling well and other nonsense babble along the way.

I didn't show it, or rather, I think I was unwilling to admit it to myself, but the disappointment over Eric not being here was gnawing inside of me.

"I'm sorry but I don't know. He just said that I should look after you while he was going to go and get some scores settled." She muttered in confusion.

"....Uh-oh!"

It was never a good sign if there were scores to be settled on Eric's account. Rather, it was a sign of the impending apocalypse.

Not good. Not good.

I got out of bed in a swing and was about to go off in search of the ticking timebomb when Lena stopped me, "Where are you going Sara. You're not well enough."

"Trust me Lena, if I don't go now someone is going to get his head lofted off."

I had her release me and ran off to find the devil reincarnate to stop him before he had a chance to slaughter anyone.

Finding Warnard was never a hard task. Because everyone knew where he was. He was like a lone star shining and beaconing those who got a gleams of him. Now that sounded just romantic, but you get the picture. He had never gone unnoticed; yes, people kept their distance, but they could never disregard his majestic aura.

So, I finally found him in the common hall of Verona high, surrounded by a flock of anxious people. The crowd, as usual kept their distance but nevertheless swarmed around him. I couldn't see clearly at first, but it seemed like he was arguing with someone.

I walked closer to get a better look at who obtained the wrath of Eric Warnard only to see go him head to head with the ever so foolish emesis Oliver Brown. This idiot! How the hell did he provoked Eric this time.

Eric had him grabbed by his polo, his face smeared in a menacing light as the whites in his eyes turned a pinkish red, and his iris glowered teal. His lethal stare felt painful and piercing, as if his glare would tear Oliver's heart apart with a blinding teal light. He spat in a voice laced heavy with anger, "I see you've got great guts nowadays Brown. Now don't blame me for pummeling your sorry excuse of a face into a plump."

"Wha-What are you talking about." Oliver brown looked pretty intimidated, but I must say he was holding himself up good against a furious Eric.

"Don't think I don't know what you did Brown. Just because you borrowed someone else's hands to get your dirty work done, don't think I wouldn't find out the real instigator behind what happened today." Eric's face, with each passing second got uglier and uglier. I could see he was losing it real bad, I feared if he was not stopped now he would end up murdering Oliver Brown.