Hunting Season (SoA/Dexter chapter 1)
An ominous breeze swept though town as the dark sedan passed the town's welcoming sign. Charming, California. It was a long way from Miami however here is where the ultimate prey awaits, the small town with a deceiving name.
Months ago he requested the transfer to the small California town, to be their new forensics blood splatter expert, he claimed it was to help with the rising violence but the reality was far more sinister. Dexter Morgan came to hunt. His dark passenger could barely be contained as his plane landed at LAX. The close he came to town the harder his heart pounded in his chest, his veins pulsed under his crawling skin, like an addict only minutes away from the next fix. The new apartment was only minutes away. The hunt begins.
It took only minutes for Dexter to throw his belonging inside the second floor apartment. Unpacking could wait... His dark passenger could not. Tonight the dark passenger would not go unsatisfied.
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His cold dark eyes were sharply focused on the lights and paved streets as he sped by. With each lap of Charming he memorized landmarks, walking and driving routes and residental street layouts. Before he could start his hunt he first had to fimilarize himself with the area. He knew he would need a level playing field in order to be successful.
The mug shot photos of the Sons Of Anarchy motorcycle club were scattered on the passengers seat. Word of Charming's bloody history spread across America and across the desk of serial killer and forensic blood splatter analysis. The more he read about Jax Teller and his little murderous MC the more dark passenger yearned for the challenge. He tried to justify it to himself, it's for the greater good, to elimitate the Sons he would tell himself, to save lives. While it was true it wasn't the real reason he was here, could he actually take on an entire MC and win? He was about to find out. His growled under his breath, he was unable to locate the veterinary clinic. He decided that tomorrow he would scoop one out.
Dexter was ready to head back to his apartment when the roar of a Harley Davidson speeding in the opposite direction caught his attention. The rider, a heavier older man with a thick greeting bread and an Sons leather vest, Bobby, didn't even notice the dark grey sedan.
Dexter quickly turned his car around and started following the bike. He kept his distance as the miles flew by and small town faded to rural roads he had not had a chance to explore. With a defeated sigh he pulled over and let the tail lights fade into the horizon.
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Back tracking was simple enough and it took no time for Dexter to find his way back to his apartment. He pulled his laptop out and rested it on the older wooden desk, he was glad he had convinced his landlord to include furniture, however the couches, tables and desk had seen better days. Age had taken it's toll on the outdated apartment.
His Miami credentials allowed him access to the basics of the Charming PD database, but that problem would solve itself come morning when he arrived for work.
Meeting a whole new group of police officers and forensics team and fitting in to go unnoticed was his first and most important task, the second would be finding a clinic. Those were a tomorrow problem. Tonight he would memorize the faces, and crimes, of Samcro.
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Chapter 2 posts tomorrow! Come back to see what happens next!
Tjay M
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