<strong>Melody</strong><br/><br/>She heard the door click once more and she turned to see the man who had picked her up from the jungle. He was quite handsome, even if he was older than her. Melody still had a shudder of fear as he approached her. He stood so close and took her shackled wrists, and the metal fell to the floor with a thunk.<br/><br/>She looked at him with curious eyes, his eyes were violet, unnatural. Melody took a step back even as he questioned her name.<br/><br/>"Melody Fitzgibbon, where am I? Who are you? Did you bring me here? Please could you tell me something, I don't understand why I was brought here?" Melody needed answers, was this man going to let her go home? Was he going to let her find out just why she was here. He was quite different to look at, it was the eyes that she could not stop focusing on, and she stepped back once more. Fear was building and Melody wasn't sure of what to make of her current situation.<br/><br/>It was obvious in her eyes that there were tons of questions that she had for this man, then she looked and there was a clock in the corner and Melody could have sworn she saw it sway and move. Her hands went over her mouth, was it a trick of the mind or did it really shift?<br/><br/>"Maybe this was a mistake, I don't think I'm supposed to be here," fear began to grip her mind and body. Even as he escorted her out of the room, she wondered who be was taking her to meet. The physical shackles were gone, but Melody felt invisible ones were surrounding her. She walked with him nervous on who she was about to meet next.