Darling Docile Dexter
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Category:
1 through F › Dexter
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,941
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
two
People like him absolutely disgust me. Not much does, and even then, it has to be pretty deplorable. But this is the worst. He doesn’t stop at just tearing their flesh to shreds.
No.
He takes their innocence. Not a single one over the age of ten. His wife probably doesn’t even give it a second thought that he can’t get it up in bed. It’s not that he “getting old,” as he’d probably have her believe. She’s just not missing her two front teeth.
No kid deserves to go through that. They’re alive through it all. He doesn’t get his last, final rush until after he’s done with them, and he takes that dull kitchen knife to their skin. By that time, the poor child is unconscious anyway, but that doesn’t change a thing.
He won’t be.
I don’t normally use dull blades. Or serrated ones, for that matter. Serrated blades are very messy, but this monster warrants such… inconveniences, I think.
At last, he finally leaves the small building. I’ve always found it a little demented, in a way, that the porno shop in this area is painted pink. Not like it was another colour that faded to pink; not uncommon in this city, but bright, cotton candy pink. With a blue roof. Everybody knows this building. It’s a joke. Even to those who frequent the coin-op booths. But what a man does in the privacy of a legitimate place of business isn’t my concern. It’s what he does on the weekends.
This man’s an idiot. It’s two o’clock in the morning, and he parked more than three blocks away from the giant pink sex barn. I guess he’s worried that one of his neighbours might spot his car outside a place of such filth. All the better for me, though. It just makes the stalk that much easier. He doesn’t seem to think twice about the six-foot-tall monster walking just a few paces behind him. The streets are totally deserted; not a single light on aside from the porn shop. I manage to ambush him just feet away from his final destination. After all these years, it still amazes me how easily that needle slips under the skin. He’s out before he even feels the sting.
It didn’t take me very long at all to decide on my location. Once upon a time, it was a happy little day care center, but it went out of business shortly after the building a block and a half down the road was painted pink. I already have the dozen photo enlargements on the walls, which are painted with happy cartoon animals. Bunnies and puppies frolic in a meadow as I drag this beast into the nearly-empty room, locking the door behind me. I spent all evening setting up rubber sheets and blacking out the windows with tinfoil, so all I have to do at this point is just get this man up on my table and wait for him to wake up.
xxxxxx
It’s gotten to where I can almost time it to the second. I’ve only been standing in my ready position for maybe a minute before his eyes begin to flicker in a return to consciousness. The cool surgical blade sliding easily through his cheek is enough to bring him back entirely.
“What the fuck?” he spits out as I use a pipette to get that one precious drop. “Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, now why should I tell you that?” I ask calmly. “Did any of those kids know who you were?”
His breath hitches slightly as he looks around, his field of vision greatly limited. Of course, I’ve taken this into consideration. I always do. Whether he chooses to acknowledge them or not, I know he can see each and every one of the photo enlargements on the wall. Twelve happy faces grin down at this beast before me.
“I…I have money,” he says. “Lots of money.”
It’s disappointing that it’s already regressed to this stage. Normally, these especially sick individuals try to at least pretend innocence at first.
“Bribing already?” I ask. “Is that an admission of guilt?”
“Mister, I can’t help it,” he says. “I don’t want to die.”
I can’t believe this. He’s just sucked all the excitement out of everything. But that’s not what this is about. I can’t let it be just about the thrill. It has to be about the code.
“Neither did those kids,” I say as I shove a cotton rag into his mouth before sealing his lips shut with duct tape. Wonderful stuff, that.
I feel a ping of regret as I reach for the intentionally abused kitchen knife. It barely has an edge after the torment I’ve put it through. Just for this special occasion. I can hear him try to scream just before I force the metal into his skin. I think in the state it’s in, it barely counts as a blade. The force needed to move it is a little disturbing. Working harder only means more mess.
I try very hard to keep him alive as much as possible as I explore, deeper and deeper, but it doesn’t take long at all for him to just pass out from the pain. Excruciating, no doubt.
An hour later, I have the whole messy affair cleaned up. What was a pedophile rapist is now several small black packages in the trunk of my car, layered with cheap rubber sheets and heavy duty garbage bags. I feel that fleeting moment of clarity that follows every kill as I drive down to the docks, where I heft my garbage into my boat. My own Slice of Life. I hardly notice anything happening around me as I load everything up and navigate my way out to my usual spot in Bay Harbor. Several loud splashes later, and one more problem has been taken care of. In one of the bags, now deep under the water, is that knife. I’ll probably never need to use another dull blade again. That was just… unpleasant.
As I begin to head back toward the docks, the sky begins to turn from black to slightly orange. A quick glance down at my watch, and I realize I need to get back to my quiet little apartment. The rate I’m going now, I’ll barely have enough time to shower, shave, and get down to the Krispy Kreme. Well, maybe I can put off shaving until tomorrow. That two-day growth look is in style these days, so I probably won’t garner any sorts of disapproving glances. Lab rats don’t need to be completely clean shaven and presentable all the time.
Right on cue, the cell phone in my pocket jangles and buzzes to life as I steer my boat up to the dock. I consider ignoring it, but the more it buzzes against my thigh, the more it drives me insane; probably the point, actually. A quick glance down at the display screen of my new Razr, and I find myself committing a crime for the second time today. It’s my sister, Deb, and she talks just long enough to tell me to get down to Little Haiti ASAP.
So much for a shower and donuts today.
No.
He takes their innocence. Not a single one over the age of ten. His wife probably doesn’t even give it a second thought that he can’t get it up in bed. It’s not that he “getting old,” as he’d probably have her believe. She’s just not missing her two front teeth.
No kid deserves to go through that. They’re alive through it all. He doesn’t get his last, final rush until after he’s done with them, and he takes that dull kitchen knife to their skin. By that time, the poor child is unconscious anyway, but that doesn’t change a thing.
He won’t be.
I don’t normally use dull blades. Or serrated ones, for that matter. Serrated blades are very messy, but this monster warrants such… inconveniences, I think.
At last, he finally leaves the small building. I’ve always found it a little demented, in a way, that the porno shop in this area is painted pink. Not like it was another colour that faded to pink; not uncommon in this city, but bright, cotton candy pink. With a blue roof. Everybody knows this building. It’s a joke. Even to those who frequent the coin-op booths. But what a man does in the privacy of a legitimate place of business isn’t my concern. It’s what he does on the weekends.
This man’s an idiot. It’s two o’clock in the morning, and he parked more than three blocks away from the giant pink sex barn. I guess he’s worried that one of his neighbours might spot his car outside a place of such filth. All the better for me, though. It just makes the stalk that much easier. He doesn’t seem to think twice about the six-foot-tall monster walking just a few paces behind him. The streets are totally deserted; not a single light on aside from the porn shop. I manage to ambush him just feet away from his final destination. After all these years, it still amazes me how easily that needle slips under the skin. He’s out before he even feels the sting.
It didn’t take me very long at all to decide on my location. Once upon a time, it was a happy little day care center, but it went out of business shortly after the building a block and a half down the road was painted pink. I already have the dozen photo enlargements on the walls, which are painted with happy cartoon animals. Bunnies and puppies frolic in a meadow as I drag this beast into the nearly-empty room, locking the door behind me. I spent all evening setting up rubber sheets and blacking out the windows with tinfoil, so all I have to do at this point is just get this man up on my table and wait for him to wake up.
xxxxxx
It’s gotten to where I can almost time it to the second. I’ve only been standing in my ready position for maybe a minute before his eyes begin to flicker in a return to consciousness. The cool surgical blade sliding easily through his cheek is enough to bring him back entirely.
“What the fuck?” he spits out as I use a pipette to get that one precious drop. “Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, now why should I tell you that?” I ask calmly. “Did any of those kids know who you were?”
His breath hitches slightly as he looks around, his field of vision greatly limited. Of course, I’ve taken this into consideration. I always do. Whether he chooses to acknowledge them or not, I know he can see each and every one of the photo enlargements on the wall. Twelve happy faces grin down at this beast before me.
“I…I have money,” he says. “Lots of money.”
It’s disappointing that it’s already regressed to this stage. Normally, these especially sick individuals try to at least pretend innocence at first.
“Bribing already?” I ask. “Is that an admission of guilt?”
“Mister, I can’t help it,” he says. “I don’t want to die.”
I can’t believe this. He’s just sucked all the excitement out of everything. But that’s not what this is about. I can’t let it be just about the thrill. It has to be about the code.
“Neither did those kids,” I say as I shove a cotton rag into his mouth before sealing his lips shut with duct tape. Wonderful stuff, that.
I feel a ping of regret as I reach for the intentionally abused kitchen knife. It barely has an edge after the torment I’ve put it through. Just for this special occasion. I can hear him try to scream just before I force the metal into his skin. I think in the state it’s in, it barely counts as a blade. The force needed to move it is a little disturbing. Working harder only means more mess.
I try very hard to keep him alive as much as possible as I explore, deeper and deeper, but it doesn’t take long at all for him to just pass out from the pain. Excruciating, no doubt.
An hour later, I have the whole messy affair cleaned up. What was a pedophile rapist is now several small black packages in the trunk of my car, layered with cheap rubber sheets and heavy duty garbage bags. I feel that fleeting moment of clarity that follows every kill as I drive down to the docks, where I heft my garbage into my boat. My own Slice of Life. I hardly notice anything happening around me as I load everything up and navigate my way out to my usual spot in Bay Harbor. Several loud splashes later, and one more problem has been taken care of. In one of the bags, now deep under the water, is that knife. I’ll probably never need to use another dull blade again. That was just… unpleasant.
As I begin to head back toward the docks, the sky begins to turn from black to slightly orange. A quick glance down at my watch, and I realize I need to get back to my quiet little apartment. The rate I’m going now, I’ll barely have enough time to shower, shave, and get down to the Krispy Kreme. Well, maybe I can put off shaving until tomorrow. That two-day growth look is in style these days, so I probably won’t garner any sorts of disapproving glances. Lab rats don’t need to be completely clean shaven and presentable all the time.
Right on cue, the cell phone in my pocket jangles and buzzes to life as I steer my boat up to the dock. I consider ignoring it, but the more it buzzes against my thigh, the more it drives me insane; probably the point, actually. A quick glance down at the display screen of my new Razr, and I find myself committing a crime for the second time today. It’s my sister, Deb, and she talks just long enough to tell me to get down to Little Haiti ASAP.
So much for a shower and donuts today.