Murder, He Wrote

[Mercy]

Mercy stared at the picture on the page. One person left. Out of the nine. She would do anything to get to him. She nodded mutely, as her eyes fell on the phone number and address. Then her eyes got wide. "He's here! In New York!" she exclaimed as she set her finger on the screen just under the address.

Turning to Deadpool, she said hurriedly, "We have to find him. I have to see him. I won't tell him, I swear, you just have to let me see him. I can't leave before I see him."

[deadpool]

Deadpool looked at her, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness. It was brief, but it was there. What hurt him was that he knew it couldn’t be. He just plain didn’t have time to wait around for her to have her long lost reunion… he had places to go.

So he nodded, and pulled out his wallet. Digging through it, he withdrew a card, and scribbled on the back of it. He handed if over.

The front was mostly black, with a little symbol that looked sort of like his mask.



And on the back, he’d scribbled his email address: Deadpool@Bea_Arthur.com

Then he handed her a Visa card, it had no name on it, and appeared to be some kind of corporate gift card.

“This card’s got five thousand bucks on it. You go find your brother, then shoot me an email when you want to come find me. Use the money to buy a plane ticket, and to live on while you’re here. I’ll let you know where I’m at, you can fly out, we’ll continue our adventures from there. Sound good?”

[Mercy]

Mercy took the red and black card, and the credit card, and held both tightly in her hand as though she'd never let them out of her sight. She nodded in understanding as she regarded Deadpool.

"Thanks," she said finally. Though she couldn't forgive him, she did see that he felt bad and was trying to make restitution. But she didn't see how he could ever make things right. Some small part of her brain told her that he had been misled, and that he wouldn't have done what he'd done had he known the truth. But he had killed her mother and brother, and taken her away from them.

"I...I'll email you. Whether I come or not. And, uh...Good luck finding whatever it is you're looking for." She sounded sincere, and she was.