Jason's Melody *Jason McCann*

Jason's Melody ~Prologue

Prologue

"Jason," her faint whisper cried from the phone speaker pressed tightly against my ear, echoing around my head. 

There it was. The first time I've heard her voice in a whole month. For the past four weeks I've wanted nothing but to hear her precious voice again because at least then I'd know she was safe and alive; but this hasn't reassured me. It's done the very opposite. Her voice is making the shield of ice I've mentally put around my heart crack, and in doing so, making the newly exposed organ sting.

"Jason, please-" She couldn't finish the sentence, she started crying hysterically. Her cries were like what you'd expect someone to sound like if they were watching their family being murdered.

"Melody?" I asked, my voice almost inaudible.

I tried to picture her face. Even though it's only been a month, it's been an agonizing month. I had trouble trying to remember exactly what her face looked like. Every night that passed in the last four weeks I've wished that I'd have made the most of our time together when I was with her. I wish that I would have stayed up late at night and voluntarily lose sleep just to study her face as her quiet, sleeping breaths escaped her mouth. I wish I had memorized her face, every inch of it; and watched carefully as her features slowly broke into a smile. 

I wish I could run my hand through her long, blonde hair, or look into her beautiful, blue eyes just once more. I wish I could hold her in my arms again. I took it all for granted.

I took her loving presence for granted, and I deeply regret it.

"Jason," she whimpered in between cries. "It hurts so much, Jason," she said between sobs. I heard her moan in pain. I was frozen. I couldn't say anything. "I'm so scared, Jason. Please, take it away. Please. I'm so scared," she sobbed. "They're here. They're here, make them go away." She moaned in pain.

I could just picture her, sitting in a dark room with the phone held tightly in her hand, her fingers gripping it as if her life depended on the phone not dropping, rocking her fragile body back and forth, waiting for reassurance from me. 

"Melody, please," I begged. I begged her to stop. It hurt me knowing she was hurt. I just don't know what to do anymore. I've done everything I can since she went missing but nothing has worked. No one's seen her. No one knows where she is. But I need to find her, I need to get to her.

"I'm in so much pain," she whispered. Listening to her voice made me picture her face right now –it was blurry but I could see her quivering lip and the endless stream of her salty tears fall down her face at a violent speed, almost like a tsunami. "I can't take this anymore. Please help me, Jason. It hurts so much!" This seemed to trigger more hysterical cries; they were so loud I had to move the phone away from my ear.

"I will, baby. I'm coming for you. Everything's going to be alright, okay? I promise. Everything's going to be fine." It hurt me to say this. It hurt me to lie to her. But I had to, for both my sake and hers. I was trying, I really was. And maybe, maybe things will be alright. You can't always go by the odds. "You just need to tell me where you are, Melly, okay? Can you do that? Do you know where you are, baby girl?" I tried to ask in the most calm and soothing voice possible. I can't imagine what's happening to her, nor do I want to. 

"I don't know, Jason. I don't know!" She yelled, still crying. She sounded desperate. I needed to get to her. I needed her to be safe. I needed her to be with me and in my arms. I needed her. 

"Do you have any idea? Are you near anywhere you know or find familiar? Did you see anything on the way? Melody, the smallest detail can help, okay. Are you listening? Did you see anything at all? Do you know where you are?" I asked and explained slowly, hoping she had an answer.

"Hell," she whispered quietly. "I'm in Hell." She moaned. "I'm in fucking Hell!" She screamed.

I gulped. Things got very quiet after that. I wasn't even sure if she was still on the line.

"And what does Hell look like, Melly?"

She started to sob again. "Jason, they won't let me tell you. They'll hurt me more if I tell you. I don't want to be hurt anymore, Jason, please. I can't stop them, no matter what I do, I'm not strong enough. I can't stop them." I could hear her start to hyperventilate. "I've never been more scared, Jason. I'm so scared," she whispered again.

"Melody, you have to calm down, okay? I know this is hard, but it all depends on this, Melly, sweetheart, alright? You want to see me again don't you?"

"Yes," she cried into the phone, I had to try my best not to cry, too. I had to be strong for her --for us.

"You want to spend the rest of your life with me, right? In a small village in France liked we talked about, right? Just you and me? Just us?"

"Yes!" She was trying to catch her breath again.

"Then you have to tell me where you are, describe where they have you, anything you know, Melly, you've got to tell me, alright, babygirl? You have to tell me because once you do, I'll come and I'll get you and we'll move to France and spend the rest of our lives together. Are you listening, Melly? Do you hear me?"

"Mm-hmm," she mumbled, still choking on her tears.

"Well then you have to tell me everything you know, baby."

She took a deep breath before answering." It's cold and it's dark. It's abandoned and it has no windows. It's pitch black on the inside and stone grey on the outside. Hell is an old building hidden behind a forest." Her voice raised the more she went on. "It's completely deserted, there isn't another town for about two hours of a drive, I know because that's when I woke up in the truck. I could hear people outside at first but then nothing until they got here which took at least two hours."

I scanned my brain for any place I knew of that matched her description. Although she didn't give me much to go by, I had an idea. It mightn't be right; it more than likely wasn't, but it was an idea. And every idea has a possibility to work out. If you can think it, it's possible.

Especially because I was at an advantage here, knowing these people and how they work. I just hoped for their sake that Melody was okay when I got there.

"Please come find me, Jason," she pleaded. "I can't stand it any longer, I'm losing my mind. They're scaring me into insanity. Please help me, Jason. Please," she begged and I knew now that she was rocking back and forth, trying to comfort herself.

"I'm coming, Melody."

"No!" She yelled at the top of her voice. I listened quietly as I heard her screaming become more distant and what sounded like her body being dragged away.

The line went dead after that, and once I put my phone back into my pocket, I felt the burning anger rush through my body, forming like a flame in my chest. Nobody touches my girl. Nobody.

I took off running to give my phone to Willson, he could track the area they were calling from. Dumb bastards. That would take a good few hours. Meanwhile, I'd take my car and drive to where I was sure they had taken her. 

Jason McCann is coming. And when you take something of his, damage it, and then make him go out of his way to get it, you piss him off. And when you piss Jason McCann off, he doesn't leave any survivors. 

~*~