Heyyy guyzzz! Winters here back with the still experimental story at the moment. So, I woke up and couldn't sleep and yeah. Also, sorry to LeCustard who thought the person was Einshine. But thank you for the cookies :3 *starts munching on cookies*

As it turned out, Melody and Martin were boarding the same plane, though they were in seats far from each other. Secretly, Melody was glad that she didn't have to deal with him, the fact that Martin kept on trying to get her to open up and her giving short answers then ignoring him all together. But there was that little prick of feeling somewhere in her that felt disappointed, like she wanted to hear more.

Reaching her seat, she placed her bag into the storage area above then proceeded to sit down, sighing all the while. She felt truly tired for reasons unknown, or maybe it was the fact that she'd been moving forward quite a while now. If possible, she wanted her stay in Bulgaria to be a little longer that usual. Plus, it was out of country. It would take a while for them to find her when she moved to different countries.

Melody had already planned how long she was to stay. A few months. Six or seven the most. Then move to a different state and start over. She hated her lifestyle but there was no other choice. She either move or risk them finding her and going back there.

If only there was a way to free her from them forever...

Sighing once again, she decided to just sleep her thoughts off, not really wanting to face reality again and again. To most, their reality was just facing school and homework. To her though, reality was facing the risk of getting experimented over and over. Shutting her train of thoughts, which closed her eyes and let sleep embrace her, falling into yet another nightmare of being experimented.

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Martin Petrov, or just Bodil40 to the Internet, wasn't quite sure what to think of Melody. For starters, she didn't seem to be a fan. Otherwise... he shivered involuntary. He certainly didn't need more experience with obsessed fan girls. Or maybe she was just really good at hiding.

Either way, she seemed to suffering from something, from the way she was shaking earlier. At first glance, she seemed like a quiet person. Someone who just like to read, maybe. But the shaking suggested something else, and when he approached her, that quiet demeanour turned to wariness, like she didn't trust anything.

That made him wonder. What could've possibly happened that made her this distrustful? So he talked to her, generally talking and occasionally asking her about something. Though her response was short and simple, he sensed the wariness fade away, replaced by a quiet happiness, as he saw from the small smiles she gave.

Martin was pleasantly surprised when he found out that they were boarding the same plane. If she was going to the same country as he was, and if he was lucky, move to the same area, then he could find out more about her and answer the questions that kept bubbling in his head.

Absently, he heard the PA system went on, stating the time to leave soon. He sighed. Might as well get some sleep. Martin thought to himself, closing his eyes and falling into a deep slumber.

If only he knew the trouble he was about to get himself into...

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Martin's sleep was interrupted by a feminine scream. In fact, many people's time was, whether those were were sleeping or those who were awake, minding their own business. He looked around, feeling sleepy and startled, and saw what it looked like a crowd of people, the plane waitresses he noted, surrounding a particular seat. Curiosity got over him and he made his way to the crowd, hearing the screams louder as he got nearer.

What he saw nearly broke his heart. Melody was the one screaming, trashing around in her sleep. He tapped on one of the waitress's shoulder, "What happened?"

She turned to face him, "Sir, I don't know. All of sudden, she started screaming."

Martin nodded and looked at the poor girl. For some reasons, he felt compelled to be by her side, as if he needed to comfort her. In the time of knowing her, which was not a lot, he knew that something was hurting her, and now haunting her in her sleep. Deciding to follow his instinct, he pushed through the crowd of people.

Up close, it was even more sad and horrible. Melody's hands were frailing around, preventing him to come closer. Out at the corner of his eyes, he saw the two passengers beside her were standing close to the window, clearly not wanting to get close and possibly smacked by one of the arms.

Approaching slowly, Martin tried to calm her down. Note on the word tried. He only managed to dodge one of the arms before getting smack by the other. Or it could be the same arm. He backed away, rubbing his side of jaw that was hit. That had hurt.

It was clear that his plan didn't work. Trusting his instinct, Martin ran quickly and hugged her. He ignored the punches from Melody's hands, and focused on calming her down. He muttered at her ear, not noticing the tears the started to flow from her cheek, "Shh.. It's alright. Everything's gonna be alright."

Slowly she calmed down, arms stopped moving around and settled on crying into his chest. He kept muttering, rubbing circles around her back at the same time noticing something. Melody's back had some sort-of outline, like there were something hidden. But he shook it off, focusing on her only.

The crowd that had been watching was astonished. Some cooed at them hugging, others were looking away. But all were relieved the screaming had stopped. with the help of the waitresses, the crowd dispersed, until all thats left was the waitress Martin talked to and the still standing passengers, awkwardly looking at the couple.

The waitress smiled sympathetically at the passengers, "Why don't you switch seats with this man here? Sir, do you mind?"

Martin looked at the waitress, "No, I don't mind switching places."

She smiled, "Then, come along now, Sir."

The passenger followed the waitress and Martin sat there, hugging her all the while. The other passenger sat down, deciding it was better to look at the fluffy clouds. Martin wanted to break the hug, but Melody refused to let him go. He kept muttering, until she replied, voice slightly cracking, "No. It will never be alright. I will never be safe from them."

As you can probably tell, this will be a Bodil/OC fanfiction. But bear with me guys, as I am horrible at writing romance :P

So, besides reviewing, LeCustard also fav and follow. Well, you know what that means. MORE COOKIES FOR YOU GIRL! Or guy. *shrugs* Meh.. :D (::)(::)(::)(::)

If you guys want cookies, hit fav, follow or just review. I want to know how good the story so far. Either way, you still get a cookies if you do ine of those. However, if you do all, then you get triple the cookies! (::)(::)(::)

Lol, I'm such a meanie :P