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02-04-2012, 02:03 AM
Mellony let out a small moan as she woke up, putting a hand to her head. Her eyes snapped open immediately as she realized that she was laying in between sheets that were definitely not the cheap cotton things on her dorm bed. Her next thought was that maybe she was at her parents, but that didn't make sense either. Sitting up, Mellony took a good look around the room, her eyes falling first on the well-dressed mannequin in the corner, and then the strange puppet in the chair.
Swallowing, Mellony climbed out of the bed, taking a tentative step toward the dummy, which bore much more than a passing resemblance to... her. She jumped back in surprise as its mouth opened, and it began to speak.
“‘Dear guest?’ ‘Wonderful rewards?’ He kidnaps me and then expects me to play this sick game?” Mellony muttered as the doll finished its speech, looking around the room again. She walked over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and then the letter inside it. Opening the envelope, she pulled out the paper inside and began to read.
Dear Ms. Mellony Merwick,
Within the most northeast building of the complex, there is an old hospital building. Within, in the building's center building of the center floor, there is the surgery room. Within that room, there is a box with your name on it that holds something of great use to you. Good luck.
From,
The Host
Horror washed over Mellony at the mere mention of the location of her ‘useful item.’ How could this psychopath even know about her phobias?! You’ve got to be kidding me. This is some kind of sick joke… I’m not playing this game, I’m out of here. Mellony thought to herself, running toward the door and trying to pry it open. The knob refused to turn, and no matter how viciously she pulled or kicked, the door stood strong. “Oh what now?” She demanded to the room, looking around to see if perhaps there was another way out. Her eyes, again, fell to the mannequin. Wait. That… thing, She glanced over at the ventriloquist’s dummy, talked like this was some kind of party. And I’m not exactly dressed for one. Biting her lip, she walked over to the dummy and pulled the dress off. As a second thought, she pulled the sheet off the bed and tossed it over the dummy. Who knew what other functions it had. She quickly changed into the gown. It fit her perfectly, and she found herself trying not to think about how this head case could have possibly gotten her measurements. Grabbing the mask from the mannequin’s face, she slid it on. There was a ‘click’ from behind her, and she walked back over to the doorknob, not surprised to see that it was now unlocked. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the hallway to face whatever this guy had to throw at her.
((Pics of Mel's dress and mask: http://p.lefux.com/61/20100809/A2719...ade-Mask_3.jpg
http://joechip.net/liana/uploads/oct...les-tabbed.png)
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