Melissa by Unknown A scientist investigates deaths and finds a giantess to blame Update: 17/10/1997 to giantess Let me introduce myself. My name is Dr Steven Pendragon. I am an American lecturer from the Iowa state university. I have been in England for three years now, lecturing at the Royal Science and Technology University here in Cambridge. I specialise in paranormal and extra terrestrial investigations. I still work closely with the FBI and have contacts within NASA and the ULYSES space project. No-one would have believed, in the last years of the Nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No-one would have dreamed that we were being scrutinised, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets. And yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this earth with envious eyes. And slowly and surely they drew their plans against us..... You heard that before?...those words haunt me now, after my recent discovery. The reality of a situation like the War of the worlds is laughable, there are no aliens, there is no life on other planets, we are not about to be invaded by slimy monstrosities or web footed humanoids. But, there are aliens, there is life out there, and we are already being invaded...NOW!, AS YOU READ THIS!!! Why didn't you know? Why were you not told? Where are they? what do they look like?.....WHAT IS GOING ON?? My friend, they are amongst us everywhere, their prime role is to reduce our population resulting in a wider area of growth for their own. You cannot see them, nor can you smell, touch taste or sense them...but they are there, they are everywhere, watching, analysing, deciding...deciding whether you are acceptable to their needs. They are entities, rather than sentient, they manipulate everything in our world, they have the power to control not just our minds and bodies, but everything, cars, lorries, machinery...everything can be manipulated by them. They have been here for hundreds of years, no-one knows where they came from or come from still, nothing of any significance is known about them because no-one who tried to find out has lived long enough to report the evidence obtained. We have accepted them for as long as time was measured. The only research that has been physically reported is detailed in a high level security archive situated in London. The report details how a group of people were secretly monitored after authorities in their local town noticed a strange catalogue of incidents that they were either involved in or victims of. No-one from the group of twelve is alive today. They all died within a two week period of each other. They all died the same way. Dr Marcus Fortillo from the university of Colorado, who was working over here with me, logged all details of the events leading up to and including their deaths. The results were terrifying. Dr Marcus Fortillo died, leaving an unfinished portfolio, two weeks later. Heard the one about the bus that simply 'lost' control and left the road killing all on board? or the one about the aeroplane that 'mysteriously' fell from the sky and crashed, killing all of the passengers and crew on board? Of course you have!...but stop to think for a moment, we now have the most advanced technology which can detect and even prevent disasters before they unfold, so why do they happen?... Cockpit voice recorders and flight analysis data recorders have shown no sign of impending disaster on some of the 'mysterious' air crashes. We as the general public never get to see or hear the real hard facts, we are simply told "Case closed unsolved" I am continuing the work of Dr Fortillo and I have uncovered horrifying new evidence that I have documented proof of. I'll begin where he finished...or should I say 'went to ground' Last Voice-Log entry.... Friday 14th July 2044: I've seen one!...The new access card which I programmed for Gamma 5 Low emission radiation worked. The field generator throws out enough radiation at close range to light the little suckers up! I'm recording this log as I watch this little guy, he's coming right up out of Melissa's head and she doesn't feel a thing! She's just doing her job and doesn't even know it's there! It has no real constant shape, rather it seems to slowly rotate and pulse in the beam of the field generator, like a heart beats in your chest. Now, it's just hovering there, it's stopped pulsing and seems to be fading a little....wait...it's shrinking, right out of sight! All that is left is a small spot on the wall, kind of a scorch mark. Melissa is with me now, watching the last few seconds of it's appearance... Well. I've never seen anything like that before, how about you Melissa?... Melissa...Mel are you okay?....Melissa can you hear me?...what's wrong?....Melissa!... For the record, she is standing here, by my side, motionless, staring at the spot on the wall where it disappeared. She seems to be almost hypnotised by that spot. This is really strange, she does not hear my voice, nor does she see my hand in front of her eyes. She is totally transfixed by what she has seen. And she's growing! She's getting taller and taller...I find it really funny, her head is nearly touching the lab ceiling. I'm going to shut off the FG in case it's this that is causing this strange phenomenon. The FG is off-line now, but still Melissa is growing! (There is a deep thud as Melissa falls to her knees...) The room is too small for her, she could not get out now if she tried, she's too big for the doors or windows. I've got tot help her but I don't know what to do...perhaps I................. There follows an almighty crash, the sound of glass shattering and brickwork and wood falling....then silence..... The authorities found Marcus Fortillo, or they think they did, under tons of rubble where the Lab once stood. He was crushed beyond recognition, he was the only person, (other than Melissa) known to be at the lab that night. The official FBI report said that an explosion had wrecked the lab, and that Melissa had been caught in the full force of the blast which has reduced her and the lab to unrecoverable dimensions. Dr Fortillo was killed by the falling building. At least that's what the report said...I know the truth, I saw Marcus's body. Those injuries were not caused by falling masonry, for gods sake he was crushed flat! I've also got the tapes of his Voice-logs and I know that there was no explosion, at least not a chemical or gas explosion. Melissa was the cause of the events that day, Melissa brought the building down and Melissa crushed Dr Fortillo...I can prove it! How can I prove that Melissa killed Marcus? I asked her and she told me that she had. After listening to her story, I pieced together the events on the Voice-log and they matched up with everything Melissa said up until the lab fell down. The reason she killed Marcus was because he had been horribly mutilated by the falling rubble, he had no chance of surviving and he was in incredible pain. And while Melissa was 150 feet tall, she placed her foot on him and crushed him to death and then pushed rubble over his body. 150 feet tall, I hear you ask...well...yes on a good day. Much taller if someone or something pisses her off. The entity that occupied Melissa's body on that day left behind is deadly signature, in so far as the ability for her body to grow to immense proportions and for her thoughts to turn to destruction. The only limitation is that the field generator halted its 'reprogramming' of her body mid-way through. As a result, the power of this transformation can be and has been harnessed. Melissa now has the ability to grow and return to normality at will. For me, this does not present a problem, I have known Melissa since she was three years old, she looked upon me as a father figure when her true father died in a 'mysterious' car crash. Melissa will never harm me, she has promised, and I believe her. For that matter, no-one will harm me, Melissa makes sure of that. Take for instance, last week, I was in the local shopping centre when four hooded guys set on me and demanded my watch, money and credit cards. I ran as fast as I could out of that centre, I stumbled into the car park and that was when they caught me. One of the guys drew a switchblade and slashed about wildly in the air shouting obscenities at me and threatening to slit my throat. Melissa walked over and shouted at them. The one with the knife looked round and when he saw her, he said "look what we got here boys" The other men left me alone and surrounded Melissa. She was not afraid of them and I was not afraid for her...I knew what was about to happen to them. They gasped in awe as she began to rise above them, her body surrounded by a shimmering sparkling haze. As she grew, her clothes did too...I thought to myself, these guys are in for a treat before they leave this world, Melissa was wearing her favourite Lycra buttfreezer (a pet name I give to her micro-mini skirts and dresses). As she reached about 180 feet, one of the guys shouted "Jesus H Christ!...would you get a look at that!" They all stood transfixed at the beauty of this colossal woman, her slender legs encased in black sheer stockings reached, it seemed, forever upwards, her long curly blonde hair looking like a distant Niagara falls, her bright blue eyes like welcoming pools of crystal water. Back at ground level, one of the men had wandered over to where her sandaled foot threatened to sink into the tarmac of the car park. She looked down on the men and motioned towards their black four by four parked nearby. A knowing smile crept across my lips as she took one step towards the shining black car. She waited until all four of them were right next to it before she raised her right foot and very gently placed it on the roof of the car. The ringleader of the group was shouting obscenities at her and the guy with the switchblade ran towards her other foot, knife held forward in a stabbing gesture. Melissa saw him, her booming laugh almost shaking the ground itself. She removed her foot from the car and swung it around in front of her assailant. He stopped in his tracks, dropping the knife to the ground as he realised that he could do nothing against her. She leaned back onto her heel and raised the sole of her strappy sandal, the man was rigid with fear, she ordered him to lie down under her foot, he stayed standing, staring in disbelief at her massive foot. He could not believe how this whole thing had gone so horribly wrong. He fell to his knees and begged Melissa for forgiveness, pleading and sobbing for his miserable life. Forgiving is not Melissa's business, not when she or I were under threat. No, revenge was what she wanted, someone had to pay, and pay they would. She lifted her foot again, leaving an indentation in the tarmac where her heel had been, and pushed the hysterical little man over with her toes. He lay there shaking uncontrollably, he was probably having some kind of fit. Melissa placed the sole of her shoe gently on top of him, leaving only his head and outstretched arms free. She began to press her foot down, causing the trapped man to scream out in agony. Melissa smiled at him and pressed harder. He let out a blood curdling screech as both of his legs splintered under the immense weight. Melissa stopped pressing, so that he could suffer a little while longer. After about two agonising minutes, he fell silent. Melissa started to crush his body, but this time, he was completely silent. I figured that he was in shock or something. His face went purple as her unstoppable weight transferred to his chest, his eyes bulged grotesquely and a small trickle of blood oozed from his mouth. The pressure increased relentlessly, Melissa watching and smiling as he slowly burst under her foot. His hands still clawed at her shoe, almost in a vain attempt to push her off him, but Melissa continued to apply more weight. Quite suddenly, his chest caved in and his stomach must have burst because lots of red and white entrails spurted out from under her shoe and from his mouth and now split neck. He was already dead before she stood her full weight on him, crushing to a pulp every last bone in his body. She lifted her foot leaving stands of bloody clothing and bits of torn flesh dangling from her shoe. She positioned the heel of the shoe over his head and lowered it down. There was another satisfying crunch of bone as she pulverised his head. The other three men stood horrified at what they had just witnessed. They stood unmoving as Melissa moved towards the car again. She lifted the same foot high above the car, light reflecting from the glistening blood on the sole, and then slowly and deliberately lowered it down until it touched the roof. Still, the men said or did nothing as she began to crush the car. They winced a little as the rear window exploded into millions of tiny fragments. The suspension had now bottomed out, and the tyres were almost flat before they burst making me jump! Melissa relentlessly crushed the car, blowing all four tyres and shattering every piece of glass on it. The once shiny black four by four was now a useless crushed piece of scrap. When her full weight was applied, she twisted her foot and the metal screeched and grated on the tarmac. I wondered how much Melissa weighed when she was this big, she must be getting on for 200-300 tonnes or more I guess. She leaned over, onto her foot which was on the car still, her toes spreading slightly as the weight transferred. She reached out with her left hand towards the other three men and scooped the up together. She took one of them with her right hand, and held him close so that the other two could see him. He looked terrified, and so he should. Her long slender fingers began to close on him, he made a frantic struggle to free himself. Had he escaped, he would have fallen to his death, but he was trapped and screaming, begging Melissa for mercy. The other two went pale as their friend realised with horror that he was going to be crushed in her hand. Her grip tightened on him and his face went red with the pressure. Melissa blew him a kiss and squeezed quickly. As her fingers crushed his chest, his head tore itself from his neck amid a fountain of blood and guts. his head fell to the ground some 120 feet away and smashed to pieces on the tarmac. Melissa had no need to crush that one any further. She now turned her attention to the other two and held her clenched fist in front of them. She slowly opened her hand to show them the completely mashed remains of their friend. They struggled and cowered to hide from the gore in front of them, they pushed against her fingers with all their strength, but to no avail. It was their turn to die, their time was up. Melissa placed them on the ground, beside the remains of their car and ordered them to lie down side by side. One of them took flight, only to be instantly stamped into the ground by her deadly foot. It was quite astonishing, the way he popped so loudly, his insides must have shot out about twenty or so feet across the car park. The other man lay still, sobbing and praying as she raised her foot above him. He felt the cold hard sole of her shoe as it touched his chest. He held out his arms in a vain attempt to hold her off. He looked down, beyond his feet, to see the gigantic heel of her sandal, it was about twenty feet high and a foot wide at the bottom. I could not help but feel excitement that he was about to be crushed into a pulp by one of the most beautiful girls I know, who is also one of by best and closest friends. She was unstoppable!. The man was screaming and begging her to stop. He looked over to me and begged me to stop her. I just smiled and said "If Melissa wants you dead, I can't stop her, she may turn on me." I knew that Melissa wouldn't turn on me, but he didn't. Panic took hold of him, his head snapped back round to look at the underside of the shoe which was now descending on him. His muscles bulged and his arms trembled as he tried to push her foot to one side, then there was a loud crack followed by a piercing scream as both of his arms snapped like twigs. Melissa held her position for a short while, to let him suffer the pain of broken arms and crushed chest, before continuing to crush him until he burst open under her immense weight. She stepped off him, leaving a pool of blood soaking into the tarmac and then she reduced herself to normal proportions and said with a smile, "I don't think they are in a position to upset us again, shall we go?" We did.. At 16:35, Police officer 14793 called to issue Melissa with a certificate of expiry. (For those of you who have been restored from cryogenic stasis, you may not be familiar with the way of the law in 2044, and won't have heard of the certificate of expiry. The law now states that all convicted rapists, murderers, or other category one crimes are automatically sentenced to death, but are not placed in prisons or held in detention, in fact, prisons as we knew them up until 2037 do not exist. We do have labour centres where lesser crimes are punished by 14 hour days spent doing jobs like cleaning shit out of drains and worse. The category one offenders are allowed to roam free, on the run as such, until either the police or any citizen kills them. If a citizen kills one, they are awarded the certificate of expiry as a token of gratitude from the state.) Melissa has fifteen certificates now. She's very happy about that. And so, Melissa continues to surprise, and excite me in the way that she crushes people and cars, and buildings, she even contracts herself to construction companies who want old office blocks or suchlike flattened for redevelopment. They all know what Melissa can do and they accept it. They don't have much choice. I only hope that Melissa stays the way she is. God have mercy on our souls if she decides that she wants to rule over our government. There is a lot more to tell you about Melissa, but I will leave now as she wants her toe-nails painted and she's asked me to do it....would you refuse?...no, I thought you wouldn't. We'll be back.......you can bet on it! Steve Pendragon.