The Many Voices of Dexter
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1 through F › Dexter
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,857
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Dexter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Many Voices of Dexter
AN: This will be a collection of short pieces (drabbles, shorts, one-shots and whatnot) inspired by the characters and situations from the “Dexter” series. Each piece is not a chapter, but rather a stand-alone piece, although some may have several parts. WARNING: SPOILERS for SEASON 2. Also, mature content, strong language.
This first installment is my take on Doakes and his background, titled “Uncaged”. Mostly inspired by the series with a hefty dash of book-Doakes, plus my own twist. You’ll have to let me know what you thought - Refreshing? Tart? Even a bit too strong for your taste?
x x x x
“Stay away from me.”
I meant those words, but not the way Morgan took it.
Morgan cutting up that drug-dealer didn’t repulse me, and that was the problem. I didn’t need to hear that shit. My own reasons.
Pacing the few feet of free space I had in that cage didn’t do much to distract me from what was happening on the other side of that plastic. Morgan was out there, getting off on some whacked out shit.
Might as well come clean. You see, the sick thing was, I didn’t want him to stop. I was actually jealous of that psycho. Andthat pissed me off, almost more than the cage. Almost. You see, I didn’t need any reminders of the fact that I had my very own sick fuck locked away inside of me to deal with.
Yes, a part of me liked it. Not the killing. Just like I told Dexter I’m not a killer. What I liked was remembering all that psycho shit I’d done in the past. I liked that a lot. Felt good. Morgan’s little slice-them-up party next door brought it all to the surface. And I hadn’t allowed myself to remember how good it felt, not in a long time.
That was why I left the military. I’d wanted to leave that shit behind me, the part of myself that liked that.
And so when I spotted the blood pooling near my feet just under the plastic sheeting, I had to turn away. Fucking lost it. Part of me was so angry. Not because he’d killed the man in cold blood. Not even because it brought up shit hidden deep inside I didn’t want to deal with right now. No, I was angry because I’d never have what Dexter has now, the time, the will, and the freedom to act out my own twisted urges. To let my own beast out of its cage, just one more time.
I’m the one in the cage now, but my beast is out. Wanting a taste. Pretty frustrating if you ask me.
Like I said, it’s not that those wet sounds Morgan was making as he cut into that body, severing feet, arms, and gods knows what else, really did it for me. Thatsort of fucked up shit didn’t really arouse me, though it did remind me. That was enough.
See, I’m a torture-man myself. Need a little something to whet my appetite before the kill. I’d cut them alright, but I cut them when they could still feel it. The screams. Those were nice. Begging, pleading, even better. Much better than listening theDexter sawing through dead flesh and bone. Torture always felt good to me, long as I can remember. In Black Ops, it was easy, didn’t have to worry about how sick that was. Bad guys deserved a little pain. Being a cop, now that was hard. No playing around with the meat. Had to shoot to kill or turn them over to the Miami justice system.
So, when Morgan was finished and pulled that plastic sheet down, I lashed out. He took it the wrong way and I didn’t bother to correct his mistake. Motherfucker put me in a cage, after all. He had some shit about his father to deal with. Don’t we all. That almost made me like Morgan for a minute there.
But what I’d really like to do is enjoy myself a little if I ever get out of this cage. At Morgan’s expense.
Too bad I have to turn him in if I do get out. He showed me his, so yeah, I want to show him mine. Fucking psycho would scream like a girl. Really is too bad.
Or, maybe I will show him a few of my own techniques after all. Just one or two things, to show that psycho that he does have feelings after all, even it’s only pain, rage, fear. I wouldn’t have to kill him to do that. It’d probably do us both good. If I could only get out of this fucking cage…
AN: Just a bit of fun. Hope you enjoyed it. I may do Rita next.
This first installment is my take on Doakes and his background, titled “Uncaged”. Mostly inspired by the series with a hefty dash of book-Doakes, plus my own twist. You’ll have to let me know what you thought - Refreshing? Tart? Even a bit too strong for your taste?
x x x x
“Stay away from me.”
I meant those words, but not the way Morgan took it.
Morgan cutting up that drug-dealer didn’t repulse me, and that was the problem. I didn’t need to hear that shit. My own reasons.
Pacing the few feet of free space I had in that cage didn’t do much to distract me from what was happening on the other side of that plastic. Morgan was out there, getting off on some whacked out shit.
Might as well come clean. You see, the sick thing was, I didn’t want him to stop. I was actually jealous of that psycho. Andthat pissed me off, almost more than the cage. Almost. You see, I didn’t need any reminders of the fact that I had my very own sick fuck locked away inside of me to deal with.
Yes, a part of me liked it. Not the killing. Just like I told Dexter I’m not a killer. What I liked was remembering all that psycho shit I’d done in the past. I liked that a lot. Felt good. Morgan’s little slice-them-up party next door brought it all to the surface. And I hadn’t allowed myself to remember how good it felt, not in a long time.
That was why I left the military. I’d wanted to leave that shit behind me, the part of myself that liked that.
And so when I spotted the blood pooling near my feet just under the plastic sheeting, I had to turn away. Fucking lost it. Part of me was so angry. Not because he’d killed the man in cold blood. Not even because it brought up shit hidden deep inside I didn’t want to deal with right now. No, I was angry because I’d never have what Dexter has now, the time, the will, and the freedom to act out my own twisted urges. To let my own beast out of its cage, just one more time.
I’m the one in the cage now, but my beast is out. Wanting a taste. Pretty frustrating if you ask me.
Like I said, it’s not that those wet sounds Morgan was making as he cut into that body, severing feet, arms, and gods knows what else, really did it for me. Thatsort of fucked up shit didn’t really arouse me, though it did remind me. That was enough.
See, I’m a torture-man myself. Need a little something to whet my appetite before the kill. I’d cut them alright, but I cut them when they could still feel it. The screams. Those were nice. Begging, pleading, even better. Much better than listening theDexter sawing through dead flesh and bone. Torture always felt good to me, long as I can remember. In Black Ops, it was easy, didn’t have to worry about how sick that was. Bad guys deserved a little pain. Being a cop, now that was hard. No playing around with the meat. Had to shoot to kill or turn them over to the Miami justice system.
So, when Morgan was finished and pulled that plastic sheet down, I lashed out. He took it the wrong way and I didn’t bother to correct his mistake. Motherfucker put me in a cage, after all. He had some shit about his father to deal with. Don’t we all. That almost made me like Morgan for a minute there.
But what I’d really like to do is enjoy myself a little if I ever get out of this cage. At Morgan’s expense.
Too bad I have to turn him in if I do get out. He showed me his, so yeah, I want to show him mine. Fucking psycho would scream like a girl. Really is too bad.
Or, maybe I will show him a few of my own techniques after all. Just one or two things, to show that psycho that he does have feelings after all, even it’s only pain, rage, fear. I wouldn’t have to kill him to do that. It’d probably do us both good. If I could only get out of this fucking cage…
AN: Just a bit of fun. Hope you enjoyed it. I may do Rita next.