To set the scene: Melody is a paranormal, Matt is a police detective. He doesn't believe in paranormal anything. He has been around her for awhile and although he doesn't want to, he suspects Melody has some sort of power. He is lead detective on a series of child abduction cases and he wants to test her, to prove if she could be helpful. He could ask her, but that would be admitting that she might have a gift. The scene takes place in a police station.
"Relax Mel, have a seat, I just need to finish this report, then we'll go. I promise." Matt turned on his computer, smiling to himself, as he saw Melody sit down in front of his desk. He typed a sentence of the report and then couldn't wait any longer to see what would happen. "Hey Mel, could you hand me that ribbon?" He gestured to the blue ribbon sitting in front of her on the desk's edge.
"Sure." She leaned forward and picked up the ribbon.
Screaming burst into her head. The high-pitched screams of a child in the grip of terror roared through her. Her senses slammed open and the office she sat in disappeared. She saw a huge man coming toward her in the darkened room. His hands were outstretched, like the claws of a beast.
"No. No. No." The child's words shrieked out of her. The sound, intense and painful, ripped through her body and tore at her throat. The man came toward her in a shambling walk, each step more menacing than the last. He meant to hurt her again like last time and the time before that. She scrabbled away from him, as far as the chain around her ankle would stretch. He kept coming, step by step. He leered at her, creating more terror, feeding on it. He loomed above her, reaching for her with his big, rough hands; reaching to grab and to hurt.
She screamed and screamed, the noise ricocheting through her mind, bruising her brain. She felt his hands, tight on her shoulders, pulling her roughly to him. He held her face in front of his, inhaling her fear and pain, gulping it down like rot-gut whiskey, fast and needy. He brought her face closer and bit down on her chin until blood flowed, then licked at it, savoring the salty, coppery taste.
She felt his callused hands slide up to her throat, his finger's wrapping around and squeezing, tight, tighter until. . ."Goodbye pretty girl." She heard his voice rumble at her through the pain and the screaming stopped abruptly along with the working of the child's mind.
The ribbon slithered out of Melody's limp fingers and fell to the floor. The connection was broken and she slumped back in her chair, almost unconscious. Nausea roiled through her stomach, her heart pounded in terror and she could hardly breathe. She scooted the chair back and rested her forehead on her knees, willing herself not to be sick. Her body was damp with perspiration and pain was hammering behind her eyes. After taking several deep breaths and gaining control of her body, she raised her head to look at Matt. He was leaning forward, his elbows on his desk, staring at her with intense interest. He looked like a kid who had caught a beetle and pinned it to a board alive to watch it. Anger filled her mind.
"What did you see Mel? Tell me what you saw." Matt's voice was low and demanding as he concentrated on her.
This is this first part of the scene so it ends abruptly. I didn't want to put more as that would make it too long to bother reading.