'Melodie Dayton Pever. 2090–2108. Died at the hands of his favorite male gods for being in possession of sexually explicit depictions of them.'
Melodie imagined how his headstone would look since he would soon be making it to the grave.
"You disgusting freak…" Aslan said slowly, the entire atmosphere grew heated.
Goosebumps broke out on Melodie's skin as his eyes glistened with fearful tears.
"I c-can explain," he began to say, scooting backwards on the ground.
Remington and Aslan didn't look like they wanted to hear an explanation. The two Espers stood side by side with a combined deadly aura exuding from their figures.
The sight of his two favorite men together, probably having the same thoughts running in their heads, would have been such an amazing thing to witness, but with the current circumstances, Melodie could only be terrified by this sight.
He was still shifting away from them when a click sound tore through the air and he felt a sting on his bum. He had sat on something. Not just anything, it was his expensive camera!
Melodie momentarily forgot about his surroundings and grabbed his camera to check it. He soon realized that his dumb ass hadn't broken the camera and it had only captured a photo of the ground.
He advanced to check if the other photos he took tonight were still intact, but his camera was suddenly yanked out of his hand.
"Are you out of your damned mind or something?" Remington asked with a menacing tone.
Melodie instantly snapped back to his senses. What the hell was wrong with him? He was in such a terrible situation, how could he be so stupid to mistakenly bring his camera into the equation—one that tied all of his stalking escapades together?
"I'm sorry…" Melodie almost cried as he spoke, his voice heavily instilled with fright and remorse.
The remorse part was not sincere actually.
"I doubt you are," Remington said, looking into the camera that Melodie had been checking out so dearly.
That was when he saw a picture of himself. He guessed that it must have been taken not too long ago because he was dressed in the same outfit.
Remington didn't know why he didn't stop there and began to check the other photos on the camera. He discovered that there were more photos of him. And Aslan, too.
"You're a stalker?" Remington said in disbelief.
Melodie shook his head negatively, quickly denying the accusation. "N-No, I'm not. That's not mine!"
"It was literally among the things you were stuffing into your bag. Along with this trash." Aslan pointed out, flapping the book in his hand and walking towards Remington to look into the camera as well.
He happened to reach Remington the exact time it was his photo being displayed on the screen. And it wasn't even a current one. It dated back to three or four days ago.
Aslan could easily tell as he had a different haircut then. Everything began to make more sense in his head now. The photos, the book, the little freak on the ground.
He was a FUCKING STALKER that was obsessed with him and Remington!
"Another crazy fan…" Aslan's voice took a sinister turn.
Melodie heard his words and shook his head, trembling. "I'm not crazy! I swear!"
'Just a little weird. But definitely not crazy!' he mentally defended himself.
"Really? Then all of the crap inside this book- fuck, it even has records of some of the things I've done in the past." Aslan said, going back to scan the book.
"I don't know anything about that book! I promise…" Melodie began to cry at this point.
He was the kind of person whose eyes could water when he had a simple stomach ache. Now that his life was in serious danger, how could he not cry?
"If you lie to us one more time…" Remington was the one who laid down a threat this time.
Normally the calm and composed one, Remington's current countenance indicated such a lethal chill that Melodie couldn't help but whimper in fright.
Oh God, please help me!
***
Present time:
Staring at the glowing ball of fire suspended on Aslan's palm, Melodie feared for his life even more.
"I'm innocent, I promise. Believe me. I have nothing to do with any of this. I don't even know how those things got into my bag. I simply got lost here trying to locate my dorm and- ack! It's so hot!"
A fireball flew towards Melodie in the middle of his sentence. He barely dodged out of the way before it scorched the top of his hair.
The smell of something delicious being roasted wafted in the air and Melodie feared that he'd soon become the main ingredient of the meal.
Aslan conjured another fireball in his palm and Melodie knew for sure that he wouldn't be able to dodge this one, so he quickly crawled towards Aslan and grabbed his legs.
"I don't want to be cooked meat, please. I don't taste good…" he sobbed against the soft material of Aslan's track pants.
"Get off me, you little freak!" Aslan tried to shake Melodie off but the latter held on tight.
"No, I can't. I'll become dinner if I do. Have mercy on me, just this one time. I beg of you." Melodie concentrated his begging focus on Aslan.
Remington's heart wouldn't change if he decided to kill him here—the guy was stonehearted like that. But if it was Aslan, Melodie could find a way to beg him for mercy and Aslan would probably stop Remington from hurting him should things go well.
Melodie knew both of their personalities very well. Pleading to Aslan was the surest bet to save his life.
"Hey, get him off my leg!" Aslan demanded from Remington.
Within a second, Melodie felt his fingers turning to ice and he immediately let go of Aslan's legs without thinking and screamed, "Wahhhh! It's so cold! Aish!"
Melodie placed his frozen fingers on his stomach and laid on the ground against it to generate some heat, but it didn't work. All he could do was cry out in pain.
"Ahhh! It's so cold, it hurts! Save me! Please!" Melodie rolled on the ground as he cried, the cold spreading from his fingers to his hands.
"Such a pathetic person dared to commit such nasty acts. Who even are you?" Aslan spoke with a sneer, ready to launch the fireball in his hand.
Even with his vision blurred with tears and his body quivering with pain, Melodie could still tell that he was about to get attacked.
He obviously had no way to save himself now; this made him cry even harder and desperately.
"Ahhh, I don't want to be roasted meat. Dad, please save me! Ahhh! Help! Dad!" Melodie shamelessly cried for his dad.
"Ugh. So annoying. Shut him up," Remington said, the irritation in his expression and tone was undisguised.
"My pleasure." Aslan increased the magic power of the fireball hovering on his palm.
He set to launch it, but paused when he heard a familiar voice yell: "What in the world is going on here?!"