Greetings readers of fic! This story was inspired by the fandom Dexter. It's my first posted Psych fic, so be kind. It will be told from three different POVs. There will be third person POV for both Carlton and Shawn and anything told in first person POV is the killer's POV. Also, past events are italicized and will begin each chapter.

There might be slash, I haven't quite decided on that yet. Feel free to take a vote on whether or not you want slash to give me an idea as to which way the story could go.

Lawyers: Our client does not own Psych, nor does she own specific details belonging to Dexter. Don't sue her.

Chapter One: Superior

Sometime in the past...

It was completely unorganized. An absolute mess. The room had been painted red and body parts littered the ground like hunks of meat. There had been no method to this murder, simply a mindless slaughter, and for some reason that I couldn't quite understand, it disappointed me. I just had this odd feeling that for something like this, there should be some sort of order. Neater, cleaner, and well-thought out.

My gaze was drawn from the scene surrounding me to the man who stood before me. The man who was responsible for the mess. He unlocked me from my shackles and stared down at me for a long while, neither of us saying anything. He narrowed his eyes at me, as if wondering why I didn't start crying, wondering why I wasn't begging for my life the same way his previous victims had.

He could waste his time staring at me for as long as he wanted, he wasn't going to get a reaction out of me. It wasn't a self-righteous 'I won't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream' thing, it was because he was beneath me. Despite being much younger and much shorter than him, I looked down on him. He wasn't a cold-blooded killer, he was merely an animal gnawing on a bloody carcass, and there was no point in begging to an animal, it wouldn't understand you anyway.

He must have seen something in me, something I couldn't see myself, because instead of brutally ending my life like all of his previous victims, he walked away, closing the door behind himself and leaving me there in the red room.

Alone.

For days and days…

Present Day

Carlton Lassiter was pissed and for once, a certain psychic was not the cause of his irritation. A cargo ship carrying clothes had crashed offshore and he was stuck with the unfortunate task of monitoring cleanup duty.

Dammit, he was a detective, not head of maintenance. He should be spending the day at the station solving crimes and catching law-breakers. However, because they didn't currently have any big cases, Chief Vick assured him his partner could handle things at the station while he took care of the recovery of the ship and it's cargo.

'What the hell good is the Coast Guard if I have to be here to baby sit?' he thought with a mental growl.

Thankfully, the ship itself had already been towed to shore, so now it was merely a matter of recovering any scraps of the ship as well as any fallen crates of clothing. Carlton was currently on one of three medium sized boats and was helping to monitor the status of each scuba diver as they brought the ship's remaining contents up from the ocean floor. Because it had been a fairly large ship, professional civilian divers had been called on to help alongside the police divers. Each diver had radio contact with the three ships and was to check in at frequent intervals.

The whole thing had been going on since seven in the morning and after five hours of that, Carlton was ready for a break.

'It's about time to be calling the divers up for lunch anyway," Carlton thought with a quick glance at his watch.

It was at this moment that one of the divers burst out of the water, pulling off her scuba regulator, and started screaming. Both Carlton and another man named Frank who worked for the Coast Guard rushed to the side of the ship and pulled her on board.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Carlton calmly asked, looking her over for any injuries, but seeing nothing physically wrong.

Looking about ready to go into shock, she said shakily, "There was.. There was a black bag down there." Bursting into tears, she sobbed, "There were body parts in it!"

Before Carlton would even process what she said, further away at one of the other boats, he could hear another diver surface and swear up a storm about the sick world they lived in. Not too long after that, a third diver reached the surface with a scream.

Taking control of the situation, Carlton left Frank to deal with the hysterical woman and radioed for all divers to return to the surface. Once everyone was accounted for, Carlton sent all the civilian divers back to shore on one of the three boat where they were to stay until they each gave their statement.

Pulling out his cellphone, Carlton Lassiter called up Chief Vick and said, "Chief, we have a situation down here..."

Not so far away, Shawn Spencer watched the live news report with a grin and said with an excited glint in his eye, "Gus, we are so getting in on this case."
Not much fazes me these days. Why just recently, I killed two people at once and cleaned up my work just in time to go have breakfast; a nice, juicy steak with a tall glass of strawberry milk. Not exactly breakfast food, but I don't usually get the chance to have lunch and dinner. I like to look past the definition of breakfast and treat myself to whatever I crave, but I digress.

I've been doing this for so long and I'm always so clean and careful that I've just come to expect things to go my way. Nothing out of the ordinary was supposed to happen and nobody was supposed to know. What I did was personal, intimate almost (but not in a sexual way), and wasn't to be shared with anyone but my playmates. It was a relaxing secret little hobby of mine and now the world knew. I never felt so violated before.

I was only a bit shocked by the news report, not at all worried, yet my body betrayed me as my heart raced.

Calm down, oh heart of mine, I've left no clue, no trace of evidence linking my involvement.

I watched the news with mild interest.

Only five bodies found so far? Well, the police have quite a bit of work ahead of them.

With my eyes focused on the screen, I frowned and wondered what this meant for my night time play dates. I'd have to find a new, inconspicuous spot to hide the bodies. I'd also have to be more careful about how I got supplies. If someone figured out my method of killing, my buying habits would eventually link back to me as a suspect.

I'll have to think more about this later. For now, it's time to retreat.

That's the end of chapter one. Review please and tell me what you think.