One-Shot! Like in the summary this is a Powerpuff Girl version of Dexter. GREENS!
Declaimer: I own nothing not the characters or the plot I just wanted to react the screen of the show (that also doesn't belong to me) Dexter.
I'm a monster that part I was sure of my 'dark passenger' forced me to kill, I had to do it almost as if it was a need. I only kill those who deserve it or those who see me, or my 'dark passenger.' I go by the code; my father's code nothing more nothing less. But then again he couldn't handle me he committed suicide, he couldn't understand why I was who I was and neither could I till many years later. I was three and I watched my mother get murdered that was probably why I was so draw to blood. I never felt like a regular person when I was a teenager I never cared about the way I looked so even the girls at my school but that didn't stop me from forcing myself to. My teachers sent me to therapists after therapists and my father told me to say the opposite of what I really felt or thought.
"Just say the opposite of what you really want to say, that way they won't know you're different." I looked up at my dad, he looked nothing like me I was adopted after my mother's death and I have been with him and my younger brother Boomer. Actually I have another brother a real blood brother Brick, but I killed him; he was the ice truck killer and he almost killed Boom so I had to kill him I had to.
"Being different isn't bad Butch sometimes its good-" the doctor cut him off.
"Mr. Jojo, were ready for him now." My dad nodded and pushed me toward the door.
"Butch…do you get anger when the teachers try to talk to you?" I tightened my jaw. I was thirteen of course I would get angry but not as angry as when any other teenager. When they try to understand why I'm different I just want to kill them one bullet through the head just like I didn't the neighbor's dog.
"No."
"Butch…Are there problems at home?" The problem is where ever I am, I'm the problem. The problems name was the 'dark passenger' but I couldn't tell her that.
"No."
"Butch…"
"NO." my little outburst caused her to look up at me except for at the book with all her questions.
"How'd you know what I was going to say." I didn't but I was good under pressure. It was just the fact that she said my name before ever question like I didn't know my own god damn name!
"Um everyone does that, if there isn't a problem at home then it's one at school or vice versa. Well except for me, the only problems I have are on my homework sheets." I forced a smile on my face and the lady smiled too dismissing my outburst all together.
"Butch?" There she was standing on the other side of the table, she watched me as I let the 'dark passenger' take over and she didn't run away, she didn't think I was a monster. My grip on the knife handle loosened until they dropped to my sides. I studied her as she watched the lifeless body strapped to the table wrapped in plastic. Her eyes widened as the blood from his cheek slowly dripped from his cheek to the floor. I usually didn't give the body time for the blood to seep to the floor knowing that I would have to clean it up but I stayed were I was watching her every move. Her hands were at her chest and her eyes were closed tight. The man on the table deserved to die, he raped her with his friends and she Buttercup asked me to help her kill them one by one.
"Are you ok?" I never really felt connected to anyone like this she understood me. She watched me do this to three of the other friends and she acted way worst the first time she saw but she is slowly understanding. She ran over to me pulling me into a hug, at first I wasn't going to hug her back but what she whispered into my ear told me that maybe I could open up to her.
"Could I do the next guy?"