Melissa: Snowy Fortress of DOOM!

March 23, 2007

Melissa had spent a great deal of time solidifying her snowy
fortress. She knew after the stunt that she and Madison had pulled on
her employer inside would warrant heavy retaliation from him right
now.

It was at that point, that she decided she should warn Madison as
well (and also come to some sort of a truce so there would be less of
the cold and wet projectiles coming her way). But when Melissa poked
her head up to peer over at her, she saw her head disappear quickly
from view and found it to be rather odd. Since the time to begin
hadn’t been declared yet, she slipped over to investigate.

It was then that she discovered the increasing amounts of blood
pooling underneath Madison’s head and she gasped. She knew basic first
aid, but this was beyond her knowledge. “Byron! Give me your hat!”
she yelled as she pulled her own off and tried to apply pressure to the
wound to stop some of the blood loss.

With her other hand she dug inside Madison’s coat for the infamous
cellphone. Once it was in her possession, she dialed emergency
services. Someone HAD to be able to get out here!


Melissa: The Jig is up.

February 23, 2007

She couldn’t help it any more she started laughing helplessly as she carefully stepped over him and set the knife on the counter. “Get up you big baby. You’re fine.” she said before she moved over to Madison. “Come on, let’s go see if there is a horror flick Byron DIDN’T mention to quote while trying to protect your honor and all that.” she said before tossing her a dishrag to help wipe herself off with. “Did you want some more cocoa? There’s still some left in the pan that I can heat up…”

At this point, she wasn’t even paying attention to Byron. He’d either piece things together, or he’d do something more stupid… either way, she was done playing.

 


Byron and Melissa: The final confrontation

February 22, 2007

It was like a scene out of one his favorite horror tales. A mad woman eliminating the competition then deciding the object of her desire would never have her and therefore planned to kill him as well. How could he of all people have not spotted the signs. Melissa was the strange quiet type that was always the killer in those “B” movies he watched. Byron was wise enough to realize how enough life imitated art. The stories of Jason, Horace Pinker were not as far fetched as they seemed. What was crazier, that or real serial killers. Things like that really happened. People could learn much watching those films closely. Unfortunately, Byron now saw he had not watched close enough. The result, Madison was dead. Dear sweet Madison. The girl he once loved and might have again. But that prospect was gone. Her demise would haunt him throughout the remainder of his life. But he could still avenge her. Looking directly into Melissa’s eyes he stated boldly,

“My doing? What have I got to say for myself? Not me woman, you!” He pointed an accusing finger at Melissa. “You murdered her! You’ve been just waiting haven’t you. You dare care about me! It’s all about you, you sick twisted fiend!

His words were melodramatic and in truth taken from the ‘Chamber maid masscre’ at the climatic scene where the hotel owner confronts the killer. Somehow repeating those lines seemed apt. Byron gazed down at Madison’s shapely corpse and a tear formed in his eye.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone else!” Byron declared and struck a karate pose. He moved his arms with the dramatic flair of skilled martial artist and leapt forward, planning to kick Melissa in the midsection. He was not planning on holding back despite the great size different between he and young housekeeper. He knew from those horror films insane people had the strength of several men. He had to put everything he had into taking out Melissa. Then, without further delay he launched a kick toward the knife wielding maniac, prepared to end her demented plans for good!

When Byron launched into his karate moves, the hand with the knife it in fell to her side as she rolled her eyes and heaved a great sigh. “Yes yes, blah blah…” she responded, rather becoming bored with this game quite quickly. She looked over at Madison, thankful that none of the ketchup was over anything that would stain too badly or her hair… that stuff was icky to wash out…

And back to the subject at hand.

Byron had never been one to practice karate moves with anyone that knew what they were doing, and as this was not orchestrated in any way, Melissa had no trouble taking a step to her right and evading his blow, which would probably leave him in a puddle of ketchup… but that was his own fault.

*He launched himself forward…sure that all those many karate moves he had witnessed on TV would work here. After all, although he was never formally trained he was an expert observer. Once you had the moves memorized, that was all that mattered.

He moved, but Melissa, to his shock and surprised sidestepped him. His foot that was on the floor for support hit something slippery. In a moment of horrible realization he knew it must be some of poor dead Madison’s blood. The results were easy to predict. Byron lost his balance an crashed to the floor with a sickening thud.

He was for a briefest of moments he was stunned…than as he got his bearings he looked up….and saw Melissa standing over him…knife in hand. He was helpless…at the mercy of this mad woman! And he did the only thing he could given the circumstances. He screamed, knowing his life was soon to end!

She sighed and shook her head. “Heart of a lion… haven’t you?” she said as she put the knife close to him. Not so much, as he was likely to thrash around or something, and she didn’t want to accidentally cut him.

“But you don’t have to worry Byron… I’m not going to cut you open.” she told him with a sweet smile. “The poisoned cocoa winding it’s way through your system should do the trick for me.” she told him as she leaned back and crossed her arms as she watched him, waiting for him to take that home and chew on it.

She just hoped this is what Madison had in mind. She was probably going to go over and offer her a hand up any moment now, and leave Byron gaping in stupor while they go do something else, leaving him to fend for himself for awhile.

Byron’s eyes widened with fear as the knife drew close. It was all just in the movies. Only he was not playing the part of a hero. Instead he was the victim. A knife across the throat and he would meet his end. Oddly none of the things that were suppose to happen did. No life flashing before his eyes. No moment of strange contentment came over him. It was just him and the knife.

He decided to be brave and mentioned as much to Melissa. “No. I will not give you the satis……..”

He paused as she mentioned the coco. Good lord, it was true. He could see it in her eyes. He felt himself cramping up and grabbed his stomach.

“You witch! You’ll never get away with this! The police will piece this together and lock you away forever!


Madison and Melissa: Revenge of the girls…

February 16, 2007

Melissa Moved around the corner and saw the last of Byron rusing off and sighed as she raked a hand through her hair and shook her head a little. He was absolutely, positively looney tunes sometimes, but what was she going to do about it.

It truly hadn’t been “The Time” as she thought it was and now she was going to pay dearly for it. She got the second cup of cocoa and sat down at the kitchen table as she sipped it silently.

Madison had fumed all the way up the stairs. MEN! How dare he speak to her like that. How dare he! Who was he? A hypocrite.. Stepping hesitantly into the kitchen and knocked on the door jam. “Hey. I owe you an apology.. I was aweful to you.. horrid even..”

Melissa startled just a little and looked up to her. “It escalated far too quickly. I never meant to be… we sort of… got off on the wrong foot and I do apologize for that. But did you… want some cocoa?” she said as she stood and moved to get some for her. “It’ll warm you up properly in no time.”

She smiled over at Madison for a moment and shrugged a little. “Under different circumstances, we probably would have hit it off right away… but with him… nothing is ever easy, is it?” she pointed out gently as she held out the mug to her. “I wanted to be a model for a long time, and just could never get my foot in the door. It’s the same now with my acting.”

Madison listened to what Melissa said and nodded. “Cocoa is good, yes, please, thank you.” As the chocolate was prepared, Madison pondered thoughtfully. “Look. I am serious about that makeover for you – except.. I can call in a few favors. I owe you that much, and get a proper photographer photograph you – develop a modeling portfolio, which I can then distribute to MY people – all of which I’m sure will give you more then a foot in the door.” She stated calmly. “And acting? You can do a test reel – we could make you into a feature if you’d like – how to be a model.. and succeed.” She added with a twinkle. “You’ve got great bone structure, a great voice, and personality. You just have to be a bit more.. assertive.”

“Assertive is the one thing I’m very… not.” she said softly. “In a way, that’s how I ended up here… Byron is very… particular. He knows exactly how he wants things done so I just do them.” she pointed out as she took another sip. “And now I’ve ruined our friendship over a poorly timed comment.”

“He really does care for you.” She offered gently. “And to your earlier question… about two weeks. That’s how long a storm has been brewing. I’m quite sure that he wasn’t counting on me being in the picture as well but… I’m… you won’t even notice I’m here if you don’t want me to be.” she pointed out with a shrug.

Madison shook her head. “If its one thing I know – it’s Byron. he’ll fume, and then he’ll get over it. You needn’t worry about that. He has a bit of an ego, and an active imagination – writers need this of course” She added with a shrug. “But.. I don’t care if he cares for me Melissa” She shook her head, and looked at the girl with surprise. “Really? Two weeks. That RAT! He told me only the day before that it was all sunny skies.” She glowered. “I’m not a happy chappy – but not at you mind, but that he had the cheek to do this. And I don’t want you to be unnoticeable. I’d rather pay attention to you and ignore Byron. Too bad there isn’t a way to get my own back at him for this” She grumbled unhappily

“It was, honestly. We knew we were going to get hit fast and really hard.”

It was then that the lights took a moment and flickered a little. She looked up and sighed as she moved to bring the candles closer to her.

But at that, Melissa paused and smiled a little. “How… much would you like to make that a reality?” she pointed out as she moved past Madison and picked up the DVD that Byron had been looking at before he ran off.

Madison scowled, but not at Melissa. “Thats just wrong – if he knew, and deliberately stranded me. What did he think- that I’d become some sort of worshipful person or something? No. I’ve changed a lot.. and he seems to keep me in this box.. this person that I was many years ago.. but I’m not.” Then what Melissa said gave her a moment to pause “really? To get even with Byron over this? I’d love to. Tell me exactly what I have to do…” a slow, almost malevolent smile spread across her face.

“He wanted a chance to be with you… at any cost.” she explained gently. “But um… if you’re still wanting to get back at him…” she trailed off and held up the DVD and smirked as she looked over at Madison and proceeded to tell her the ending of the movie and suggested they could at least make it look like it had happened… with that, she moved over to the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of ketchup.

Madison tried not to laugh. “Ketchup is good, but you need to add something to it, to make it slightly brown – like the blood is drying, but something not too strong smelling – or the gig will be up!” She added as she proceeded to get into a position – somewhat awkward. “apply the ketchup liberally. I’ve got one hell of a screaming voice – I can easily best those wimps on the movies

Melissa took one of the matches she was going to use to light the candles and drew it around the edges of the applied ketchup to give it the brown effect. It was extinguished soon after to give it the chance to dissipate in the air before she applied a generous amount to the butcher’s knife she left within range of Madison, then before moving out of sight, she gave her the signal to start screaming before she began tipping chairs over.

Madison took a deep breath and began screaming “Melissa! STOP! Help! No! No! Not the KNIFE! Please.. please! You can HAVE him! You can have Byron – just.. let me go! I won’t tell anyone! I promise! OH MY GOD! HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP ME! HEEEEE-“

Then she cut off in mid-scream, made a sort of gurgling sound as if she were dying, and winked at Melissa before putting her head down.


Byron and Melissa: at least there hasn’t been a shower scene yet…

February 16, 2007

Melissa had heard what he said, but it didn’t matter, the damage had already been done. She hurried up to the kitchen to make cocoa as she had offered to do as she measured out enough milk and set a saucepan on the stove to start it heating.

She felt like being lazy this time and actually using the powdered cocoa mix, but she still needed to wait for the milk to get to a proper temperature before anything else could happen. So she pulled out the cinnamon sticks and whipped cream while she waited in order to distract herself and keep herself busy so nothing embarrassing occurred.

Byron made his way up stairs away from Madison. He had to have a little chat with Melissa. He would not be nearly as harsh with her as he was with Madison for in his opinion he felt Melissa, in her own way, was defending his honor. Still, he could not have her jumping down the throats of his guests. Even a guest that was acting more the role of a pest.

He checked in the living room. No sign of her. Then he started for the bedroom before coming to a stop. Though he heard no sound to alert him, Byron turned and headed for the Kitchen. Melissa had mentioned making herself some coca. She had to be in there.

He stepped into the Kitchen and stopped his quarry. As expected she was in the midst of brewing coca. He offered a thin smile and moved next to her. “Mind making me some? I could use something to relax me about now.”

“I was planning to do so.” She said softly as she pulled out the grinder for the cinnamon sticks. “There is plenty for Madison too if she cares to have some.” she offered in a tone a little above a whisper as she went back to grinding the sticks.

It was a long time before the click of metal onto the counter signified she was done and she turned to look at him. “Look, before you say anything else, I’m very sorry for the way I acted. I was trying hard to remain tacit and calm but… there is something about her that just… pushed my buttons.” she explained. “I know that is no excuse and I will do better in the future.” she told him before swallowing nervously and turning to stir the milk so it didn’t stick to the pan.

Melissa has done it again. She had anticipated his every move. From his desiring a cup of coco to his wanting to offer up a mild scolding for her behavior. The woman was frustrating indeed. Almost magical in her ability never be heard and to know what he was thinking before he could offer and utterance. That said, she was correct in her surmise. She was out of line as was Madison. They needed to have a little sit down these two and overcome the problems that had arisen. He would suggest it, but known Melissa, she
knew what was coming in advance.

“Why not go ask her if she’ll have some.” Byron said quickly. “We’re going to be stuck here several days together. I’d rather it be cordial rather then us at each others throats.”

He leaned on a nearby counter top as he spoke. The smell of the cocoa was refreshing to his senses. As he waited for it to finish he glanced out the window. The storm was raging. Close to a foot had fallen already and double perhaps triple that was on the way. He was getting the sinking feeling no matter how diplomatic he tried to be, he was going stuck in the role of lion tamer with two extremely willful and feral lionesses for the next several
days. And he without his whip and chair. This could get ugly.

“I will.” she offered gently as she looked over at him before she started adding the powder to the milk. “But… before I do, could I… ask you something?” she said softly as she looked over at him. “Did you… mean what you said to Madison?” her voice was soft, and was barely heard at all. “That… you really don’t love her anymore because she was acting like that?” She swallowed and looked up at him uncomfortably. “Because you really should be with someone who cares about you and won’t ask you to change your lifestyle too much.” she explained gently, wondering if he’d catch the subtle hint… but she sincerely doubted that he would.

Byron was pondering the next few days locked away in this snow covered cage with these two feuding females. Needless to say it would not be a pretty sight. He had visions of himself caught between the two as they waged war over their respective disagreements. He knew Madison. She was overly self-confident like himself. She had opinions bursting to come out and she would not let Byron or anyone stop her no matter what was said. She was going to push her beliefs and desires for all they were worth. Just as he, Byron tended too.

Melissa was the more mellow of the two but if pushed, Byron was certain she could be a handful. It was those quiet ones you had to worry about. Every late night slasher film he had ever seen had proved that. Norman Bates, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Ed Guine, Lizzy Borden. All were either soft-spoken or utterly silent. But if you got their hackles up, they looked at you like a virgin at a Aztec sacrificial ritual. And who knew what could set
them into crazy mode? One minute Melissa could be stirring coco, the next she could be running around in a three cornered hat and a powdered wig.

He chuckled suddenly as the absurdity of this line of thought. What was he thinking? Meek Melissa being that way? Impossible. Besides, even if that were true it would take more than a noisy house guest to set her off. Normally there was a deep catalyst involved. Normally it was something extreme like unrequited love and the addition that the person those feeling were held for was suddenly being removed from reach. Minus such a reactive agent, no worries existed, at least to Byron’s way of thinking.

He glanced into the living room at that moment by chance and his eyes happened on his DVD collection. He was really watching to many of those slasher flicks, he mused. He was starting to think like a actor in one of them. Maybe his mother was right. Maybe after a while they did rot your brain. A slight smile began to cross his face but faded as he noticed one of the films was partly pulled out from the others, as if someone had been
examining it closely. He looked closer and saw the title. ‘The chamber maid massacre.’ Yes, he watched that one evening after Melissa went home a couple of weeks ago. She spotted it out the next morning and asked to borrow it for her nephew, or someone close to her. She must have brought it back today.

He suddenly found himself recalling the plot. A young soft spoken maid working in a hotel falls for the handsome owner and kills off anyone she considers a romantic interest. Later she turns on him when it becomes apparent he does return her love.

The wheels in Byron’s mind began to turn in the obvious, paranoid direction. He glanced at Melissa for a long moment while she was busy preparing his cocoa. Could she be a lady bluebeard under that mild exterior? He thought it over and grinned in a slightly embarrassed manner. Of course not. Just because someone was quiet, somewhat repressed and moved with the stealth of a cat burglar did not mean they were a raving madwoman ready to shove a knife in your back. Or even the back of your comely houseguest. Most damning to this moronic theory was the fact Melissa was not in love with him. She had no interest in him other than that of an employee and good friend. With absence of such an intense feeling as unrequited love there could be no
underlying lunacy.

Silently, Byron was berating himself when Melissa spoke the words that made his bones cold.

“Did you…mean what you said to Madison? That… you really don’t love her
anymore because she was acting like that? Because you really should be with
someone who cares about you and won’t ask you to change your lifestyle too
much.”

His jaw dropped. It was almost a line for line comment from the chamber maid massacre. The maid asked this of the hotel manager the scene before she stole a butcher knife from the kitchen and sliced his visiting ex-girlfriend to shreds. Good lord! Melissa had gone round the bend. Too Cuckoo land. She was secretly in love with him and now was working up to getting rid of the competition. MADISON! He had to think of something fast.

“Uh…well…..of course you’re right, Melissa. And…uh….no…I don’t love Madison. I….uh….I should find someone who won’t try to change me. Promise I will. Yes….exactly. I won’t be changed. Never. Uh…excuse me. I’ll be right back.”

He slipped into the living the room, making a beeline for the phone. He had to get the police here at once before Melissa cracked up on him. He picked up the receiver but the line was dead. The storm? Or had Melissa cut the line. Good lord what now? Madison and her stupid cellular phone. She could get help. Hopefully it had not broken when it hit the floor before. Madison said it was fine but who could tell? He had to reach her make the call for help. Now more than ever. Because he just realized he made a serious mistake. He left Melissa alone in the kitchen, with the butcher knife!


“Byron. I saw you eying the movies… I’m not a slasher. I have no plans to kill you or Madison. The line has been dead for the last half an hour… I think the electricity will be next. I’ve got a bunch of candles ready for warmth and light… unless you wanted to take advantage of the shelter?” she asked him gently. She moved easily back into the kitchen with a soft sigh and took the froth building up in the pan as a sign that the milk was warm and the cocoa was ready. She then pulled down three mugs and filled them each before adding whipped cream and a little more cinnamon on top.

Melissa then took one of the mugs out to Byron. “I’m not going to pursue anything you don’t want. I promise you that.” she said softly. “No hard feelings. I’m in a good place and I don’t want to ruin that.” But he hadn’t heard a word of it. She realized that as she turned around and saw that he’d run off…. Fabulous. She’d really made a mess of things.


Onward into battle!

January 29, 2007

“Don’t do it.”  Melissa found herself responding as she crossed her arms over her chest.  “Yes, it’s a wonderful deal to get a lot of free stuff, but in the mean time, you’ll turn yourself into one of those… people that cares for nothing but what other people think of them…”  she turned to regard him carefully.  “You’ll be a sellout.  And you aren’t.  You are Byron Forbes the recluse writer that typically won’t leave the house because you aren’t keen on people.  Putting you in a magazine and on television is an open invite for people to contact you.  You won’t have a moment’s peace again.”  she pointed out as she looked back to Madison.

“My sister is editor of Eye on Fashion.  I keep up.  Doesn’t mean I like it or implement it.  The watch was only a Faux Pas in a select region of the world.  Yours.  It’s all the rage here, Japan, and oddly enough India. Get off your high horse.”  she said, before shaking her head a little. 

There was a long pause before Melissa brought her head up slowly.  “I honestly don’t want to fight with you.”  she said quietly, retreating more into her usual self.  “Especially not now… no one is getting out for a makeover or ANYTHING for a while until someone can plow us out of here.  I really suggest we just… table this discussion for now and find something else we can agree on?  Please?”

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Voice of Reason : Melissa

January 15, 2007

“You aren’t… seriously considering a makeover, are you?” Mel commented as she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. “You of all people?” she shook her head a little. “You were really even considering selling out?” she said as she looked over at Madison. “And really, don’t go into all the wonders of your phone, it’s obviously last year’s model because you’re carrying it around. This year they came out with the same thing that fits around your wrist like a watch with an earbud.” she explained, trying to shut them both up.

“I really am sick of listening to the both of you argue like this. If I really thought I could leave… I would… but we’re really stuck.” she offered with a soft sigh. “Go look out the window if you don’t believe me, it’s covered most of the front door already.”

She rubbed her arms a little and looked between the both of them. “Honestly, I think we’re lucky to still have power.”

And then Murphy decided to wake up and the light’s flickered in response to her words. She sighed and shook her head. “Should I get a fire going in the fireplace?” she asked Byron gently. “We are obviously going to be here awhile so… we need to try and… not kill each other.” she pointed out as she looked over to Madison.