It was a night like any other after a successful hunt. Lowering bag after bag of a dismembered body into the Gulf Stream. He felt the ease that came from purging himself of the need to kill. At least for now. As the last bag sank out of sight, a strange thing caught his eyes. In the glow from the full moon over-head, a small object could be seen drifting closer to the Slice of Life. Out of simple curiosity, Dexter leaned out, careful not to upset the boat too much and fished the thing out of the water. Whatever it was, he could tell it was wooden. He was surprised that it wasn't swollen, but that could just mean that it hadn't been separated from it's owner very long. His eyes shot up, darting around. His habits required that there be no witnesses to his... past time activities. Seeing no other boats, he relaxed slightly. But that still left the puzzle of this thing. He looked at it closely in the moonlight. It appeared to be a wooden mask of some kind. It looked plain and very old, a greenish tint to the wood. Holes for the eyes and mouth, with a metal bar running down the nose that was held in place with four small studs. He found this thing bizarre and considered just throwing it back. A second passed and he thought it might be a fun curiosity for Harrison. A small smile crossed his face thinking of his little boy. Dexter turned this mask over, thoughts of his son filling his mind. He continued looking at it, caught by surprise by a rainbow shimmer that passed along the inner surface of the mask. Suddenly, he felt compelled to put it on even though there was nothing to hold it in place. The urge was undeniable, stronger even than the call of the Dark Passenger when it wakes up. As the mask came closer to his face, the pull became stronger. It felt as though it was pulling itself to him more than the other way around. An inch away, it sucked at him, his skin stretching and pulling in a way not humanly possible and, for a moment, he was afraid as he yanked the the mask violently away from himself. He stared at it, eyes wide as the urge returned. Before he could stop himself, the mask was against his skin. The wood stretched backwards over his skull, Dexter blindly stumbling around and ripping at it, his growls of frustration muffled by the mask. He became a green, human-sized tornado for a few seconds, nearly capsizing the Slice of Life as his skull was enveloped by the thing he now wished he had thrown back into the ocean. A few miles away, far enough that the boat couldn't be seen, another vessel was anchored. Looking in the direction of Dexter Morgan without knowing anything about him or what was going on, all the passengers saw was flashes of lightning on a clear night as the transformation was completed.
Review please! Would love ideas. And votes. The mask brings out the wearers' innermost desires. Should we see extremely dark and dangerous Dexter? Or a super-exaggerated, super-human, super-crazy, cartoony, human Dexter?