Dexter

It's that time of the week again, the time when I can let my inner monster rise to the surface. Tonight my monster is going to attack Larry Smith.

As I round the corner of Beach Palm Avenue, I can see the neon glow radiating off the signs on the windows of the Ugly Mug Bar. This is where Larry spends his nights, getting drunk and picking out his prey for his next kill. I sometimes think of how my life would have been if I hadn't seen my mother get brutally killed with a chainsaw. Maybe I would be spending my nights watching movies with my family, instead of tracking down murderers. But I am the way I am, and I've learned to accept myself.

There are only three parking spaces left in the parking lot, which is surprising because this bar is practically in the middle of nowhere. So I park in the closest one to the door and get out of my car. When I finally spot Smith he is watching a football game. I never really like going to a bar to watch a game. But I guess I have to now so I can talk to Smith. I sit in the old wood bar chair next to him and wait till the game is over to make my move. As soon as it's over, I put my plan into action.

"Good game, huh?" I ask him.

"Are you kidding? They sucked. They should have at least won by another two touchdowns."

So part of his mask is to pretend to be a sports fan, I thought.

"So you're a fan of the Miami Dolphins I presume?"

"How'd you know?"

"Just a lucky guess. I'm Jack by the way." I told him as I shook his hand.

"Larry. Nice to meet you, but I got to get going." He said as he shook my hand back.

"Okay, have a good night Larry." I told him as he walked out. But unfortunately for him he won't be going too far.

So I pay for my drink and follow him out. Right before I get to the parking lot I take out my handy dandy syringe. When I know no one is near, I approach Larry and swiftly stick the needle into his neck. Then I drag him into my car and drive to the Gator Pool, a broken down community pool where my set up is arranged. It's actually a quite suiting place to kill him since he drowned all his victims.

When I get there I drag Larry onto the plastic wrapped covered table and wait for him to wake up. When he finally wakes up I cut his cheek and put a sample of his blood on a slide. Soon all that will be left of him is his blood, which will be put in my trophy case with all my other victim's slides. When he finally realizes what's going on he talks.

"What the hell is going on?!" he asks.

It's always all the same questions, what's going on? Why are you doing this? Truthfully, these questions are getting old.

"You're getting what you deserve." I told him

"But I didn't do anything!" Another thing they always say. So to get them to fess up for what they did, all they need is a little push. And that push happens to be putting a knife to their throat. So that's what I do to Smith.

"Okay! Okay! I murdered three people. I kidnapped them and drowned them! And I'm not sorry for doing it either!"

"Of course you aren't, and I'm not sorry for doing this!" I told him as I plunged a knife into his chest.