Forgotten

Mercy lay in his bed for hours staring at the roof of his appartment thinking. Who would do such a thing? Was it the same person that killed Nathan Paige? The bodys were in the grotesque state. Was it a copy cat killer? If so where was the original killer? Did they know him? What did remember me Mercy mean? There were so many questions running threw Mercy's head. He read the files over and over again with over fifteen miles between the two murders there was alot of ground to cover and he wasn't going to sit in his apartment and wait for the next person to die. He knew what he had to do.

Mercy got in his car and took the files with of him The first murder. Nathan Paige. 15 minutes away. Mercy drove off into the night to the scene of the crime. Every now and then looking at the picture of Nathan's butcherd body. There must be a clue there must be! He stopped dead at the appartment were Nathan was found. The body had been long gone but the area was untouched. Ducking under the police tape that covered the broken door leading into the appartment he shoved the files into his pockets. He looked all over the appartment for what he didnt know yet. He analysed the whole room. 

The papers Nathan had been looking at had no relevence or showed no clue as to why anyone would want to kill him. But the papers were scattered all over the floor which indicated a struggle. The tv was smashed and broken and had blood on it which shows that nathan was thrown into the tv. Showing Mercy that the killer was very strong. Strong enough to lift Nathan. So what? Was he looking for a body builder? The Window was smashed but there was no blood which shows that the killer left throw the window. The Blood that the killer used to write on the wall had totally dried in to the wall. Remember me mercy..Remember what Mercy thought to himself. He was getting nowhere fast and it was driving him insane.  

Mercy couldnt take not knowing anything anymore. He picked up a the desk chair at the broken computer and threw it at the writing on the wall. The Chair bounced off the wall leaving nothing but a large chip in the wall. Mercy sat down on the floor and took the file out of his pockert and spread them out infront of him. He put his head in his hands and sighed. He then looked up at the wall again looking at the chip in the wall.

"What?" There was something carved into the wall..Behind the wallpaper. Mercy sprang up and ripped the wallpaper off the walls as fast as he could. Throwing the ripped wallpaper onto the floor. Minutes past and Mercy stood back and read what was written on the wall. 

"Good evening Detecive Mercy. So good to see you. However i am dissapointed that you have not discoverd anything new by this point. However let me help you. If you want your case to move forward then you best make haste and get out. Head towards Central park. The police will already be there checking out my latest work. Let me guess you want a motive. Well dont worry we shall meet soon. I promise...Ring Ring Vladimyr" 

At the point Mercy's Phone rang. 

"Mercy its Dexter. were the fuck are you i've been calling for hours Get down to central park we've got another body here. Looks like the same as the other two murders. Be here in ten minutes."