Floor Break.

The sun beamed down on the crime scene at the house of Gracie Blouse. The autumn wind howled and made leaves dance in sync with one another as some moved while others just an inch. Detective Wrecker stepped from the car, threw his cigarette down, and gave a slight shiver as he looked forward to the house where his partner stood with his arms crossed. "What's the news?" Ryan asked, letting the smoke fall past his lips. His partner shook his head as he crossed his arms and gave a shiver in dislike at the thought.

"Go see for yourself man. It's a blood bath."

Ryan walked forward and Smitty followed close behind him. The two detectives made their way inside where the smell of death lingered. Detective Wrecker made a face as he seen how stained the dark green couch was but his partner grabbed his shoulder an pointed to upstairs. That was his next stop, "Second bedroom. It's all yours." Wrecker made his way to the upstairs bedroom his partner said and seen what was inside.

The man and woman were laying side by side with their hands neatly crossed over their chest as if they were resting peacefully. The floor was covered in blood and above their almost sleeping like bodies was the words, "God Forgives But Never Forgets Those Who Are Ill!" In the victims own blood. He wants to throw up but he couldn't.

The male had been stabbed multiple times and his eyes were gone along with his throat being slit deeply while his wife had two items in her eyes. It truly was a disturbing sight, even for the detectives who have seen worse. "Hello detective Wrecker." The sound of Krism made him jump a little as he turned around to look at the woman who was wearing a mask and gloves. "Hey what do we got here?" He asked, glancing at the board.

"Well, victim one went out pretty fast because his throat was first to go. Then she just had her fun with him with the knife and took out his eyes then gave him the stabs. I'm guessing she didn't really like him. The female was probably in the most pain.." Krism glanced at her then shuttered. "She tried to preform lobotomy but must've failed and killed poor Gracie. Then her being her fucked up self she just put another in her right eye.."

"Damn." Ryan switched weight to his other foot and glanced at the victims. "I can't believe this bitch thinks she's doing God a favor. I mean come on woman, you're killing people..murder is a sin!" Smitty said as he leaned on the door fram and glanced at Ryan who nodded in agreement. "Damn straight it is. Look at the crosses on their forehead.." Ryan pointed out and Smitty sighed as he gave a shake to his head.

•Downtown Drink N' Bake Diner

"And last night two more victims had been found dead inside their home. This is indeed the work of the Nurse who is still free on the streets! Graci and Frank Blouse were found this morning brutally murdered! The woman who found them was Frank's sister who was coming up to visit. She says that when they didn't answer their cell or appear at work she got worried and managed to slip through their window when they never answered the door. Police say they are one the—"

Bryce watched as the woman at the counter changed the station and some old song came on causing some to resume talking and others to whisper about what they had just heard. If he was honest he wasn't a big fan of stuff like this but something seemed to make this killer exciting to him. Maybe it was the fact that she liked to go back to date for all her killing ways or just the fact that she went by Nurse.

He wasn't sure himself.

Bryce got his check and stood to his feet to exit the diner he was at only to bump shoulders with someone. "Sorry!" He said quickly as he faced the male in the brown trench coat. "It's okay." Was the only reply he got as he continued his way. Bryce in hailed deeply as he made his way down the street to the church where he would be helping out for an hour or so just to make sure his mother didn't break her neck doing it.

The church standing in front of him was tall and stood almost proudly as the beautiful windows glistened in the sunlight and made the picture of Mary stand out. Bryce wasn't big on churches but his mother wasn't one to pass up. So exactly why wasn't he a fan? Because unlike most people Bryce was gay and not accepted by most including God. Stepping into the church felt like a sin.

"Hi mom!" Bryce greeted his mother who smiled once she seen him then immediately brought him in for a hug. "Bryce I'm so happy to see you! Did you come here to help out?" Bryce nodded to his mother who smiled again and took his hand to lead him inside. God how Bryce could feel the devil grabbing at his feet and the flames roasting him like chicken on a stick. "Just go around and sweep. Be careful though dear, floors not the best in the world." She giggled at the last part and Bryce began his work.

Thirty minutes in Bryce was sweeping when he stepped on a certain part of the floor and his floor fell through. At first his heart jumped out of his chest and it took him a minute to calm down but once he seen a brown journal he knelt down. "Sweetie are you okay?" His mother called and Bryce immediately snatched up the dirty book before looking up with a small smile. "Yeah! Just um, fell through the floor here.." His words trailed off as he stood.