Hey guys! I've tried writing it in the style of the books so enjoy my tribute to Dexter. This is a really short story. Check out my other fanfictions if you like my story so far.
Happy Reading, Dearly Beloved Dexter Fans:)
(P.S, if you haven't read the books, maybe you should try them?)
Oh glorious bright full moon, have you come to watch Dexter at Play?
The Dark Passenger and I await for our latest Play-Mate in the back-seat of his car, concealing ourselves in the shadows. Our latest winner of Dexter's Lottery took the name of Gerald Harris and he had certainly been up to a lot of trouble. He was a child rapist and a murderer who had slipped through the crack's of Miami's Courts due to the lack of evidence. And now he had won the honour of facing the Dark Passenger and I in our Court of Death.
I could hear the Dark Passenger chuckling in anticipation. It won't be long now, I was sure of it. And finally, We (the Dark Passenger and I) heard the sound of approaching footsteps. We didn't move until Harris had got in the car and slammed his car door shut. And that was when we sat up and slipped the noose of fish wire around Harris's neck and pulled it taut.
"If you do exactly what we say and don't make a fuss, you might live a few seconds longer," We said as Harris's face started to go a beautiful shade of purple. We loosened the noose just enough so he could breath but not enough for his fingers to find a grip. Harris coughed painfully a couple of times as his face slowly turned from that lovely shade of purple to a horrible shade of red.
"W-what do you want?" he sputtered. We pulled the noose tight and watched his face turn purple again.
"You don't talk unless we tell you too," we said calmly. We loosened the noose again and this time, Harris remained didn't say anything. We picked up his fear like a bloodhound smelling blood.
"Now drive."
We guided Harris to an abandoned warehouse where we had set up our Playground.
We got out of the car and opened Harris's door. We grabbed him and shoved him into a ground before tightening the noose. We had to make sure that Harris knew that We were in charge. We loosened the noose and kicked Harris.
"Get up and start walking."
After Harris struggled to his feet, we gave him a shove in the direction of the warehouse. The Dark Passenger was practically laughing in enjoyment. Harris staggered into the warehouse. As soon as we were inside, Harris made a choking sound. We had covered our play ground in plastic so that it would be easier to clean up later. To Harris, it must look terrifying. Good.
We kicked Harris's feet and he went down. We then dragged him over to the table and managed to secure him on it.
"Please don't hurt me!" Harris cried. We looked at him.
"Is that what all the little boys said before you fucked and murdered them?" We asked calmly. See, we had a soft spot for children. Anyone who butchered them was quickly hunted down by us and silenced. I may be a monster but I considered myself a nice neat, civilised Monster. Going after children is a big no-no. We were going to enjoy our little date with Harris.
We picked up our knife and stabbed Harris in the stomach. He screamed in pain which made us smile.
"How do you like that?" We asked, before slitting his throat.
Oh glorious bright full moon, you alone witness Dexter at Play.