CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! The noise of an axe against a tree. A group of lumberjacks chopping away at the trees around them. Our focus is on a single man who's chopping a good distance away from everybody else. The tree he's chopping at falls, revealing his face, his light hair and beard, his soulless green eyes, his expressionless face. He walks over to the fallen tree and starts hacking it into logs. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!
A whistle is blown, alerting everybody that the work day is over. Everyone else stops cutting and starts to pack up and leave. Two men walk by him laughing with each other, they become quiet when they see the man still chopping wood. "You know the work day is over right? You can stop." The first man asks him. The second man continues "Yeah, you could come out to the bar with the rest of us for once."
He keeps chopping at the wood, not even acknowledging them. The two stand there for a minute waiting for some kind of response. "Well you don't have to be such a dick about it." The first man growls as they both turn around and leave.
The lone lumberjack stays until he finishes cutting up his wood, and then starts carrying it to his truck. After all of the logs are loaded he carries his axe into the cab with him and drives off.
He drives to his cabin in the woods, miles away from anybody else. He walks in, throws his coat down, and sits in his chair. The cabin is a small, empty room. It has a table, chair, bed, fireplace, and refrigerator. After a minute or so of chair sitting he opens up his fridge, only to find that it's completely empty. After looking at his lack of food his stomach growls, the first noise he's made in forever. He picks his coat up off the floor, and walks out of the house.
He drives down miles of dirt road through the woods before he comes to a town. He parks at a small grocery store and walks in. The cashier looks at him and she goes "oh you're back, you gonna be rude as usual?" He grabs a basket and walks off "guess so" the lady says.
He fills his basket up with sandwich stuff, and takes them up front. She looks at the content of his basket and says "five loaves of bread, six packages of bologna, and two bottles of mustard. fifty one dollars and thirty sevents cents, just like always." He hands her $52 and walks out with his bagged food.
He opens up his truck door and puts his bag inside. Out of the corner of his eye he can see a woman being strangled against the wall by a biker looking guy. He watches for a moment, almost looking unsure of what's happening. And then all of a sudden "you better get the fuck away from her!" His voice booms angrily across the parking lot. The biker turns around, still clutching her throat. "Who the hell are you?" Hs grabs his axe out of the seat and drags it towards him "it doesn't matter who I am..what matters right now..is that I'm not going to let you harm that innocent woman." "Oh? And I suppose you're going to chop me up with tha-"
CHOP! He swung the axe straight through the biker's face mid sentence. The axe embeds itself into the wall and the body slams to the ground. He falls to his knees, panting heavily as the woman runs off screaming. Welcome back Dexter Morgan, it's been awhile but I'm finally back.
First thought, don't get caught. I pull the axe out of the wall and throw it in my truck. I always keep a pair of gloves in the glovebox and a tarp over my wood. I walk over to the body and get ready to wrap it. Before I start wrapping hm I realize that the store clerk must have heard what happened, I need to hurry.
After wrapping the body I pick him up and turn to put him in the truck. I throw him in the back and throw some logs on him. I start the truck and start to drive home.
I haven't killed in 3 years and I'm feeling really excited. I haven't I even thought about killing since my 'death'. I already know what to do with the body. There's a small mountain near my cabin, the side facing away from my cabin is prone to avalanches.. What do I do after him? I have no idea yet, that's the exciting part.
I park the truck outside the cabin and run inside. I open a cabinet and grab a couple trash bags and head back outside. I feel tingly, I haven't dismembered a body in so long. I gently pull him out of the bag. Usually I'd take a trophy by now but I don't need those things anymore. I pick my axe up out of the cab, and. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!
It feels good to be back. This time things are going to be different though. I'm not killing to kill, I'm killing for good.