Sorry for the long wait! Here it is!
It's easy to forget something important when you're having fun, but usually someone might forget that they had an appointment at 3 'o clock or something mundane like that. I think I may be the first person ever to forget they'd been kidnapped. It wasn't until Cleveland's headset went off that I was reminded of my situation.
"Cleveland?!" Melvin's voice was clearly audible from the earpiece.
Cleveland flinched then clicked a button on the side of his ear. "Speaking."
"That's 'speaking, sir' you little twit!"
"Yes sir."
"I'm sending Karl over to retrieve the girl, she better be ready."
"But I'm perfectly capable of bringing her over myself!" Cleveland protested, his brow creasing in worry.
"Sir! God the help can be so dense sometimes." that was the last we heard of Melvin and so we were left in silence, waiting for Karl's eminent arrival.
"Bri... he'll be here any minute and I just want you to know-" the door crashed against the wall opposite.
"Whoops," Karl stood in the doorway, "I meant to knock but I don't know my strength sometimes, haha. Cleveland looks like you'll be busy fixing this for a while, won't you?"
Karl's eyes glinted. I was beginning to see what Cleveland had been talking about. Speaking of Cleveland, the static was almost visible between him and Karl. I don't think I'd ever seen so much hatred manifest in anyone's eyes, but there it was.
"Well, we'd best be going; you know how impatient he is." Karl smiled, taking my arm.
For a second it looked like Cleveland was going to pull me back. He didn't. And I was lead away from the only sanctuary and peace I'd had in the past couple days. Once more, I was dragged into an unknown hell.
We took hundreds of twists and turns. Karl was leading me deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of doors; I could barely tell left from right by the time he stopped. Karl swiveled on his heels to face me. His eyes alone spoke clearly of my impending doom.
"Right in there, missy." He smiled, pointing one pale finger at the door.
As I grasped the door handle my mind flooded with thoughts. What if I never came back out? What if when I opened the door Melvin was waiting for me with his chainsaw? No, they wouldn't have brought me this far just to kill me, there's something else, something they have planned for me.
With my heart heavy with these dark imaginings, I opened the door. The room was immediately familiar, an exact replica of Marik's room in Egypt, except for one small change; a large four poster canopy bed with red and gold hangings. Well, I shouldn't have expected anything less.
Melvin was there, lounging on the bed. The sight of him alone struck fear into my heart. I'd never been able to explain to anyone why he scared me so much, he just unnerved me. There had been many nightmares of him, nightmares I never got over and now it was almost as if I was living one of them.
"Sit down." His voice boomed from across the room.
I shook my head.
"Defiant now, aren't we? What made you think you had option?"
Still not willing to speak, I sat on the floor where I stood.
"Get your pretty little white ass on this bed right now or I'll come over to make you."
I shivered and hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed.
"So I'm sure you've been wondering why I kidnapped you." He paused, waiting for some sort of response.
Not looking at him directly, I nodded.
"Speak up!"
"Yes." My voice was soft and weak, completely unrecognizable.
"Well you should be happy because I'm about to tell you."
I nodded again, looking up a bit more.
"This is a happy moment; smile!"
With all the gusto I could muster, I looked Melvin straight in the face. "Tell me."
"O ho ho! Now that's what I'm talking about! Have you ever heard of Kazuki Takahashi?"
I shook my head.
Melvin looked absolutely aghast. "What the fERK do you mean?! He's the author you imbecile!"
"Oh! That Kazuki Takahashi!"
"There's not much going on in that little blond head, is there?" Melvin mumbled, "Kazuki Takahashi wrote me out of the book to come and get you."
"Why?" I asked automatically, my voice was slowly returning to normal.
At this, Melvin grinned like a father to his son who just graduated high school. "You're going to be the new Yu-Gi-Oh villain!"
I paused, hoping he was joking, but it didn't seem so.
"Like hell I am."
Melvin's grin grew. "What was that?"
I stood up, backing away, creating as much distance as possible between us. "There is no effing way that I will ever be the villain. I'm not sure where the hell your author got any idea that I would be but you can tell him that I said 'Fuck no'!"
Now with my back against the door, I fumbled for the handle. Upon finding it, I held firmly and twisted, pulling the door open.
"It seems you've still got some spunk, but there's no problem, Karl will break that," I felt hands on my shoulders, guiding me back into the room, "Tata!"
Melvin left the room, the door sliding shut with a click. I was all alone with Karl and my heart was racing too fast for me to catch up with it.
"It seems," Karl began, pushing me roughly onto the bed, "That we're completely alone. This should be fun."
He had a knife. A knife; gleaming, clean, silver reflecting in the dim lighting. His eyes were maniacal, he meant business. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He placed a hand on one cheek and ran his knife along the other.
"Such nice, soft skin." He muttered.
His face was close to mine, too close for comfort. I could feel his breath.
"You would've made a wonderful edition to my collection… too bad."
I was suddenly aware that I was crying. Crying hard and I couldn't wipe the tears away.
"Heh, what's wrong sweetie? Let me get those for you." His hand was barely a centimeter away from my face when the wall came crashing down.
Cleveland came flying through the gaping hole in the wall. Sunlight was streaming in. Then Karl was down, Cleveland was on top of him and over all the pandemonium I heard him shout; "Run!"
I was off, through the hole in the wall. Everything was a blur, my eyes were still adjusting to the light, but I still ran. When I could see clearly, I was in front of a sleek purple convertible. The window was slowly coming down. I could see blond hair and tan skin hidden beneath a pair of thick black sunglasses.
He spoke with a loud, obnoxious voice, "Get in the car if you want to live!"
I didn't think, I just got in and the car tore away.
"Bloody hell, Marik, fifty more miles and I'm driving!"
