THE MERCI KILLINGS: PART FOUR.

September 19th 2007.

The online philosophy forum I partake in most evenings has arranged a real-life (whatever that means) think tank that I am to attend in a few weeks. I can’t believe quite how easy it was to meet people who, like myself, believe that they contributed to the world as we know it. Joe, 27, from Birmingham, believes he caused the Twin Towers to fall after swiping two wine bottles off of a table in a drunken rage. He feels terrible about it, as anybody would, and waited a fair few months before divulging this information with the other members. Linda, 53, from Weybridge, believes that she created Saddam Hussein whilst doodling on an exam paper back in the 1960s.
The think tank is to discuss how we should go about attaining complete control over our abilities. Joe and Linda are perfect examples of how easy it is for our type to mistakenly cause harm and evil to occur on Earth. Stephen, 42, from Aberdeen, is coming down to London especially for the meet. He says that he’s cracked the formula for paradise and needs to share it with us all before something else happens. Something we can’t recover from.
I feel superior to the entire group. I will not lie. They have each caused some disaster, and me? I do only good. I brought global warming into the public consciousness after Will, 31 from Camberley, made it happen during a particularly shitty summer back in the 90s. We don’t know how to halt it all together, but I have put it on the agenda for the discussion.
There are many theories as to how we came to be. The majority believe that in each generation one is chosen, which seems a fair explanation as our ages are all quite dispersed. This theory says that you do not have the abilities from birth, as they pass on once a former controller chooses to die. The other theory is that we are former controllers reincarnate. The ones that believe in this have many ideas as to who in history has been a controller – Martin Luther King, JFK, Adolf Hitler, Genghis Khan and Margaret Thatcher were, amongst the believers in this theory, most definitely controllers.
I believe the former theory. I do not disagree that some of the aforementioned people may well have been controllers, but it does not mean that we are these people reincarnated. They were simply those chosen from their generations.

The think tank Oscar refers to took place in a Starbucks in London Waterloo train station on a Saturday in late October. The group called the meet ‘The Real G8’, and according to various short extracts from Oscar’s diaries, the group did not get along as well as expected. There were very many disagreements among members, but it seems the most controversial statements came from Stephen. Believing himself to have cracked a formula for paradise, he had expected the group to take his words as gospel. But as seriously as this group took the subject, they found many continuity errors in Stephen’s ideas. He theorised that if they worked together, trying to take on one world issue at a time as one consciousness, they could succeed far more brilliantly than as individuals. Oscar seemingly kept quiet throughout the meeting, taking in the words of the others. It was the beginning of the end for Oscar. These other members even seemed crazy to Oscar, and didn’t understand their purpose as wonderfully as Oscar felt he did. In the next extract, Oscar’s intentions become clear, though it is still many months before he will carry them out.

November 20th 2007.

Since The Real G8 Summit in London, the forum has taken a turn for the worse. The members bar me are delusional, and fighting over what they have done for the world, like children in a game of Cops And Robbers shouting ‘you’re dead, I shot you, you’re dead.’ They do not dispute my claims, as I can back them up with the methods and actions I took to fix the issue. They want fame from this. We should be looking to make the world better.
The truth is that I am beginning to doubt their abilities. I feel like the only one who speaks modestly enough to actually have the powers. I believe I may have conjured these personalities to exist as company for myself, and they have now grown out of control. They exist to betray me, conjured subconsciously to give me an enemy amongst all this. A challenge.
The challenge will be over in a matter of months now. I intend to erase these characters so that I may continue with my true mission – that is, to make the world paradise for my creations and myself. I first intend to erase Stephen in Aberdeen. His self-assuredness is dangerous; I do not claim to have all the answers, but the paradise mission will take much discussion, and Stephen is not open to suggestion. Also, as Stephen is the furthest from me, it will be virtually impossible for any detective to connect me to the murder.

I do not wish to dwell on the murders one by one. Although my description of this murder will exceed the detail of the others, it is not due to any prominence. Every killing was carried out in the same scrupulous manner. I have of course decided not to feature a photo section a la ‘Helter Skelter’, because the police photographs are too graphic, and Oscar’s photographs are too disturbing. Until this point in Oscar’s case you may not have thought a picture as sinister as Sharon Tate’s body with her unborn baby torn from her womb could exist. This is not a competition between The Manson Family and Oscar in terms of sheer insanity or depravity, and for that reason I have chosen to leave out the photographs.
Oscar caught the train to Aberdeen from King’s Cross station on the morning of January 31st 2008. You may have seen the CCTV footage of him stood on the platform in the multitude of prime-time documentaries made in the wake of Oscar’s discovery. He travelled alone, unarmed. More unnerving extracts from the diaries (omitted at the request of Oscar’s mother) detailed how he planned to kill with household objects, so as to avoid carrying a deadly weapon.
The murder appeared to police to be swift and without too much struggle. Oscar caught the train back early on February 1st, having murdered Stephen in the early hours of the same morning. He had managed to arrange with Stephen, away from the other forum members, a visit, where the two ‘superior’ forum members would discuss issues amongst themselves. Under this veil of friendship, Oscar attacked Stephen with a bread knife, eventually detaching Stephen’s head from the spine.
Some reports said that Oscar beheaded his victims, but this is not true. The head remained attached in all cases, but Oscar attacked so brutally that he managed to sever the brain’s connection to the spine. He believed that this would disconnect them from their ‘controller’ duties, so that each victim would be the end of their ‘controller spirit’ line, leaving him alone to decide the fate of the world. Terrifying diagrams exist of Oscar’s research into how this might work to rid the world of ‘controller spirits’. Oscar then took pictures of the victim’s spines for later reference, pictures of their naked bodies (for a power trip and proof of their vulnerability) and pictures of the word ‘merci’ spelt out in salt on the victim’s mattress – for quite some time the police missed this vital piece of evidence in linking the murders. The word ‘merci’ was picked as a play on the word ‘mercy’, as Oscar felt he was being ‘merciful’ to humanity by killing these individuals, and it is also an anagram of the word ‘crime’, which in his undeveloped brain was a ‘cool’ calling card. All photos are contained within Oscar’s diaries, and after Stephen’s death Oscar stopped writing any words at all, replacing entries with dated photographs. Between January’s scarce diary entries and his August suicide note, Oscar did not touch pen to paper.
In the final part of this book, I will detail Oscar’s suicide. The other murders all occurred within the months of February and March, but now, for the first time, I will explain to you the reader why Oscar waited so long to die.