Dexter Morgan, blood spatter specialist of Miami Metro PD, was currently carving up Jose Jimenez, drug dealer turned extortionist turned cold-blooded killer. He felt pretty good about his work. It had been a clean and uncomplicated kill. The sky outside had fallen pitch black, and as he hauled the garbage bagged bodies to his boat, he considered how unlike Miami the weather had been recently. He'd even heard of a tornado warning.
Disposing of the assorted body parts, he turned the boat back toward shore. The wind was vicious, tossing the waves high. Without warning, he found himself sailing through the air instead of the water. Gilligan references floated through his mind, but somehow he didn't think he'd be lucky enough to a castaway.
Slamming to the ground, the boat skipped a couple times, but the hull held. He came out of the cabin, facing an unusual place. Miami was not exactly a gray city, bold and full of life. This place, however, shamed it with its vibrancy. He would have been surprised had he the capacity for human emotions.
The woman he saw then was unusual enough to stand out even in Miami, and he wondered idly where he was. She was tall, fierce-looking with sharp points, dressed in black with a pointy black hat accessorized by broom. Her most distinguishing characteristic was her skin, an unnatural green color. Halloween had come a little early.
"Hi. Any chance you could tell me where I am? I seem to be a little turned around." He flashed his fake smile, grateful for his seamless ability to pantomime humanity so as to blend in. He was quite the clever monster.
"Go away." Friendly, wasn't she?
He replied pleasantly, "Just point me in the right direction, and I'll get out of your hair."
"Don't you know who I am, you idiot?" Let's see. Anyone he knew that was green? Somehow he guessed she wasn't Kermit.
"Um, nope. Sorry." He played innocence, ignoring her menacing scowl. "Who are you?"
Her jaw dropped slightly, and then assuming her full height and nastiness, "I'm the Wicked Witch of the West. Terror of Oz and so on and so forth."
Wicked hm? Join the club.
"Dexter. Nice to meet you."
Interesting. With her mannerisms, she could almost be a green-skinned version of his sister Deb. He listened to her tale with interest, knowing why he had been sent here. Those familiar Dark Defender posters from that comic shop swam up in his memory: "Stalker of the night, his blade of vengeance turns wrong into right." At least someone appreciated his work.
In these situations, it was usually best to fight fire with fire. He decided he would kill the Wizard. From everything she had told him, he fit the code about as well as Hitler. He was glad his tools had come through the storm with him. Thank God for little miracles. Well, maybe not God.
"Oh, don't worry." He smiled his best cover smile. "These things have a way of sorting themselves out." By me, he thought.
Elphaba flashed him an evil look, and he smiled at his counterpart. Wickedness was something they shared in common, though she didn't seem the murderous type. But then again, neither did he. In a station full of cops, he had only managed to give one the creeps.
"So, where does this Wizard live?" he asked conversationally. He would need to conduct his research, time to plan. Rule number one…never get caught. Harry had taught him well.
She looked at him suspiciously, "Why?"
He searched for a plausible lie, settling for "Just curious."
She narrowed her eyes, "Curiosity killed the cat." This time it would kill the Wizard.
AN: So should this be an M? I'm mean, he is a serial killer. I'm not sure how many people watch Dexter, so I may abandon this if no one is interested. Let me know what you think. Thanks!