- Tonights the night. And its going to happen again, and again. It has to happen.
Dexters voice filled his own head, He often wore his thoughts on his face without even realizing it. The brightness of the lights shone on his face, One side red the other green as he drove to a stopping point at the red light.
- Nice night.
Miami is a great town. I love the Cuban food. Pork sandwiches..my favorite.
But I'm hungry for something different now.
Looking out his car window he spotted his next victim. One he did has research on to make sure he fit his code..
- There he is.. Mike Donovan.
He's the one.
Mike Donovan got into his car, sighing before starting his car. Dexters face appearing from the darkness of the back seat he moved smoothly and quickly. Swooping the wire he had wrapped around his fingers over Mikes head and around his neck, Pulling him against his seat.
"You're mine now, so do exactly as I say."
Dexters deep voice spoke into the killers ear. Mikes eyes wanders, Afraid and already ready to give him any information he asked for.
"What do you want?" Mike Donovan struggled to ask, pushing as much of his breath out that he could in order to speak his words.
"I want you to be quiet. Now drive."
He hissed. They made their way to a part of town not many people go.
"Turn here." Dexter spoke. Waiting patiently as he pulled into the alley way.
Swiftly dexter plunged a needle in his neck pumping animal tranquilizer.
Dexter sat back starring at Mike, Waiting for him to wake. He was patient. His ritual meant everything to him. He set up was poetic. Something he carefully put together. Pictures of Mike Donovan's victims lined up neatly on the thickness of the plastic covered walls. Mike Donovan woke up in a panic. Short breaths as he realized he was naked and covered in plastic.
"Look." Dexter pointed to the photos of the little boys he murdered.
"No!" Mike yelled out.
"Uh, yes." Dexter responded calmly.
"No!, Its horrible isn't it??" Mike cried out. Dexter rushed to his side, his face close to Mikes face. "OPEN YOUR EYES, AND LOOK, AT WHAT YOU DID!!" Dexters voice echoed, veins in his neck pressing against his skin as he yelled. Quickly calming Dexter stood straight again. "Open them or I'll cut your eyelids right off of your face."
Mike looked at the photos of the remains. Quickly his eyes began to tear up.
"It took me awhile to get these boys clean.. One of them have been in the ground so long he started falling apart." Dexter spoke slowly. "I pulled him out in bits... And pieces." Dexter explained, looking at the graphic photos he had poetically hanging up. He started to get lost in his work. A proud feeling whisking though his body.
Mike Donovan began to chant. "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is --"
"Shut up! That never helped anyone."
Dexter said to him, annoyed.
"PLEASE. I'll give you anything!"
Mike pleaded. Dexter gave him a hard stare. Before taking his surgeon knife and cutting his cheek, watching the blood run down his cheek."That's right, Beg.. Did those little boys beg?" -- "I couldn't help myself, I-- Please you have to understand--"
"--Oh trust me, I definitely understand." Dexter assured him, while drawing a drop of his blood and dotting it in his blood slide.
"You see, I can't control myself either." Dexter told him, making his way over to his knives. His fingers lightly running over the handle of his butcher knife before quickly pulling it out, the sound of a newly sharpened knife sliding against the thick cloth of his holder. "But children, I could never do that, not like you." Dexter made it clear to him. "Why?" Mike asked, shooken up and scared. "I have standards." Dexter told him, looking at his own reflection in his butcher knife. Dexter stood over Mike Donovan with both his hands on the handle of his knife. Mike begging for his life. Dexter looked into his eyes before plunging the knife neatly and smoothly In his chest, killing him instantly.
