A Time Traveler's Mail

Four Unrecognizable Eyes

"What the hell...?" I muttered as my eyes barely opened. Bright lights blinded my vision, making everything have a white glaze. I looked around, taking in everything around me. A table, a glass mirror, a security camera-- oh no. I sighed and did a mental face palm.

I was in some sort of cop show or candid camera shot wasn't I?
"Hey! What's the big deal?" I yelled.

No one answered. The red light on the camera blinked approvingly, as if it was making sure I was still alive. The door across the room opened up, and out came one of the most strange looking men I have ever seen.

He had a navy blue suit and red tie on, along with a large scar trailing along his face, with smaller scars around. He was bald, and quite plump as well. His eyebrows looked like he took them to the hairdresser every 6 months, they were bushy and combed. A serious expression was plastered along his face, not too scary in my opinion, but enough to make a small girl cry.

He sat on the chair across from me, his blue eyes burning into mine. I looked away, but spotted someone else that must have been standing behind the larger man. He was short, shorter than me, as well as skinny and very young looking, perhaps around my age. He had black hair and sky blue eyes, pretty unusual. He also had a very nervous expression on. He looked straight ahead, not bothering to even glance once at me or the other man. I looked back at Mr. Grumpy Gills and frowned right back, easily not showing my panic and fear as I drowned them to the back of my mind.
"State your name." He said finally, his hands folded together on the table.

"Who's asking?" I retorted, slight venom in my voice.

For some reason he grinned. And how terrifying it was. "Someone who you don't want to argue with. Heheh heh..." That little chuckle is what sent me.

"My name is Miss Comebacksfordays. First name I-have." I couldn't help but laugh slightly. I caught the guy standing in the half shadows smother a giggle as well. The man in front of me was not amused. He grunted and stood.

"So you want to play this the hard way, hmm?" He held his hands behind his back and walked around my chair and the table. "State your name. That's all we're asking here."

He glanced at the smaller adult, who returned it and nodded. "And if you can't, that proves to us you aren't worthy enough to join us." He stated, still not looking at me. It sounded like he had been practicing that line for weeks.

"Join you?" I tilted my head and furrowed my brow.

"State. Your. NAME." The man asked again, he was in front of the table again, one hand on it and the other on a handheld whip thing in his back pocket. I swallowed and leaned back.

"My name is...." I glanced at the young man again, who was shaking uncontrollably. Before I said anything else, I exhaled fluidly and swallowed hard.
".....Quenilda Middleton."

As soon as I said that, I noticed them both un-tense simultaneously. I sighed and looked the man in the eyes again. "What do you want from me?"

He paused, turning towards the other male for a moment then turned back to me.

"We want you to save the world."