Genre: A Gen drabble (exactly 100 words including the title) written by a slasher.
Summary: Questions. Dexter has a new friend to play with, but doesn't really know the rules.
Disclaimer:
Dexter Morgan and his deeds don't belong to me, but Jeff Lindsay
(author of the books: "Darkly Dreaming Dexter", "Dearly Devoted
Dexter", "Dexter in the Dark"), and thank you, I'm absolutely fine with
this situation, just playin' around.
I wonder…
What is this wicked weird wild wonderful connection anyway? What does my playful friend want from me? And – more important question – what do I want from him? What would I do if I caught him, if I caught him with my very own hands? Not that. I mean if we stood face to face, knife to knife, what would happen? And what wouldn't? And after that - either it happens or not (and that definitely won't happen)… Will be there any "after"? For anyone of us? Why does our crazy little hide-and-seek-game have to end so… disturbingly lethal?
The End