Domovoi-Butler

Chapter 3. Melody awoke in darkness. Whatever she was laying on was hard and stiff. She lied there for a while, gathering her thoughts. What did she know? She was in a vehicle of some sort, she guessed, judging from the rumble of an engine nearby. She lifted her hand up and brushed the interior of whatever she was inside. It appeared to be . . . a duffel bag? But how? She was breathing fresh air and . . . Melody shook herself mentally. That wasn't important. She listened intently and heard the voices of her captors. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were definitely the same people from school. The vehicle turned onto an

Chapter 2 Cut my life into pieces, This is my last resort. Melody Vesputin woke with a start that morning. She scrambled out of her tiger print cover and fumbled with her great grandmother's alarm clock. After taking a few calming breaths, she stretched and got out of bed to get ready for the bus. It would take her about twenty minutes to get ready, and then it was a forty minute commute to her large school. As she brushed her teeth, Melody thought about what should take place today. Her fifteenth birthday. She would get a hearty conversation from Mr. Walden in first hour. Eat breakfast. Get a Birthday Sucker from Mrs. Harber in second hou

 Darkness. There was darkness everywhere. It was thick and dense, so much so to the point of suffocation. His breathing was labored, and it was eerily familiar. Just when he thought he would scream out in desperation, a faint sound, like the tinkling of glass, broke the black. He stopped and even tried to halt his breathing in the hopes of hearing the sound once more. There. There it was again. As it grew louder, he identified it as a woman's laughter. He struggled to his feet, realizing for the first time that he had been on his knees. He strained his eyes, trying to pierce the darkness, searching for the owner of the laugh. Suddenly a white