Lucky Melanie
It was a bright, beautiful morning. She could not stand staying inside to hide any longer. She would just have to trust in her faith and also ask for help. She did it silently. First, she looked around her little house and wondered if it would be the last time.
The FBI had promised to help but where were they? She would have to depend on herself. Melanie was used to defending herself.
She tried to dress in a way that would not enable John to recognize her. She wore a bandana on her head, a T-shirt and denim skirt. She carried her safety devices. There was an alarm and pepper spray. Then she stuck in a screw driver.
As soon as she got outside she felt better. It was a new day. Underneath it all she was a child of faith.
Something outside was not right though. She felt it deep inside herself. She looked about and the wind had changed. Then she noticed a stirring in the leaves nearby.
Unfortunately, John or the killer as she called him was approaching quickly. He grabbed at her arm. She breathed in waiting. She tried to act cool.
"It's okay, I know you are just a stand in. She tells you about things," muttered John.
"Yes," she said in an unsure manner. Her eyes darted over his head in a quick search.
"You know, the Virgin Mary," he stated in a surprisingly calm manner.
Melanie nodded. She felt as if she was being tracked and bothered by a werewolf. It was a little insipid one. The police were never there when you needed them.
"Where is the list of bad girls? I couldn't find them then," John continued in a breezy way.
"I don't have anything with me," she exclaimed dejectedly.
"You're going to help me then," yelled John. "You can hold her."
Melanie looked about herself in alarm.
John began talking to a pretty girl with long dark blonde hair. She smiled at Melanie. He was asking her for directions. There was a side street ahead where his car was parked.
It was then that Melanie in a furtive move yelled at the girl to run. At first the poor girl thought she was joking. Then she noticed the seriously ill look in his eyes. They were dead with nowhere to go. She ran off. John was not that big to stop a girl without tricks. People were beginning to watch.
"You'll be sorry you did that, what is the matter with you?," the killer ran off after the girl. She was to be his next victim one way or the other. He was very stubborn. Some would have just gone off to another.
As luck would have it some other people had noticed Melanie's frenzied, worried looks. They asked her if she needed help. Melanie began to cry and it all came out.
The guys went after John and pounced on him like tigers on the kill. The jungle shook with people going after John. Women hit him while they had the chance. More and more people came.
"It's the lingerie killer," the women and girls screamed into the dire silence of the city. He was not going to get anymore see through panties souvenirs.
Like the people in LA that had caught the Night Stalker, they had done it themselves. The city had caught a killer. The artist for the police did a good job.
Melanie breathed in the cool air. She was safe and her rescue was here. She felt happy but still scared.
It turned out the FBI had watched her house. They would be there soon. In the meantime, one watched cartoons. The cat was going after mice. The mice got away and hid.
Melanie thought of putting up drapes. Her home could use better locks.
The tall FBI man smiled at Melanie again and told her she was safe now. The older guy shook his head in a disbelieving manner. He gave Melanie a dirty look and still thought she was in on it. The kid younger guy talked about how amazing it all was. He had flaked out. She did not trust the girls in the FBI and they gave her strange looks.
"It's as if another girl is here isn't it?" said one of the FBI men about Melanie. "She's the same girl," said another to him.
One older woman at the crowd scene told her everything would be okay and not to worry. Things happened around there. Melanie felt more calm. She was grateful for the woman stopping to talk. It was like Hell.
Melanie was just glad to be safe now and go back home. Her black cat waited with its snapping tail. She was late.