Face of Deception Pt. 2

"He was assassinated, along with my mother." He added.

"There are many who have suffered the same fate as you." Brent said, then was stiff and silent as a wooden plank as Valderama passed. He was checking to see if they had boarded the ship properly. How he would know that was beyond Eric. He stopped at their craft, and gazed at the two of them. He paused momentarily, glared a little bit longer, and then was off to another craft. Lance’s was apparently right in front of their ship, and Valderama began hassling him at how his ramp was partially ajar. Lance shouted fearfully, and saw, though very vaguely through the tinted glass, Lance backing as far as he could into the craft.

Eric felt great sympathy for him… Lance did seem most paranoid around Valderama. So far, every thing negative that occurred seemed to occur around Valderama: the fear from so many of the students, the oil coating his hands, and everything else that seemed to point in his direction. He was not very subtle in his actions, and did not do a great deal to conceal them. Eric continued to watch, until Valderama ceased hassling Lance.

"Did you see what he was doing to Lance?" Eric asked. George nodded slowly.

"That guy seems to really fear Valderama." Brent replied with utter agreement. "I truly hate Valderama myself. He’s so odd, and mysterious. He’s dodgy and always looks like he has something to hide, which I’m sure he does." Brent said.

"I think he is in league with Mortigern." Eric said. Brent looked rather surprised, not exactly the look Eric had expected.

"That’s interesting. What makes you think that?" He said.

"Well…" Eric hesitated for a moment. He almost hid it from Relene, as well, but Brent was a very different person. Since Brent told him about the Resistance’s rule, he owed him. Eric told him the aspects of his dream, and Brent was quite confused.

"Wait up." He said. "So, it was a dream that you may have been able to hear from the vent shaft, yet you saw everything that happened?" Brent asked.

"Vividly." Eric muttered, more to himself than to Brent. It didn’t make any sense. How could he see them? Perhaps it all was a dream. Through all his thinking, he didn’t notice he was fooling with a certain switch, flicking it on and off repeatedly. He then left it alone, and it was left on. After around a minute of silence, the ignition sputtered and roared, startling both Brent and Eric greatly.

"What the hell did you do?" Brent cried.

"I have no idea." Eric replied, just as confused as Brent was. This was awful: two of Valderama’s most sought students both in the same running vehicle. Eric braced himself, waiting for Valderama to explode at them. The bitter man came at that opportune moment, glaring at both of them.

"Sir Metsen, and Sir Frandeurve," Valderama said, "what have you been doing?" He inquired. His gaze went deep, and it seemed to puncture his very soul. Brent breathed deep before he began speaking.

"… I don’t know." Brent said truthfully. Valderama cocked a suspicious eyebrow, then turned to Eric.

"Do you have something to say?" He muttered sourly.

"No." Eric said quickly. Valderama’s eyes then were directed at the switch, and he gazed back up.

"You know, lying is not right, Sir Metsen. This switch will override the lock I placed on the craft. I didn’t expect any of this to happen… because I specifically told you not to tamper with the controls!" Valderama bellowed, and flicked the switch off. "I wish never to have to yell like that again… make sure your hands work in unison with your brain next time!" He shouted as he walked away.