"Please, I couldn't help it"
"Neither could I"
And with that Dexter put the chainsaw to the mans throat, with a twisted smile, he cut. The blood spurted across his face, his clothes. But this is what Dexter lived for. The thrill of the kill.
This man before him had killed his wife for the life insurance; he'd then killed his two kids simply because they'd got in the way. But the law had failed once again and he'd been let of, because of lack of evidence. Of course Harry's rules had made certain that there was enough evidence, and that is why this mans corpse now lay bare, in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city. The lock had already been broken, it made the job all that easier for Dexter.
Half through this murders leg, he heard a sound. It was like a body being dragged. Dexter ignored it. It was his mind playing tricks on him. Not that that had ever happened before. He carried on cutting. He breathed heavily with the effort, this guy was big. The sweat poured down his neck, blood was still dripping slowly onto the plastic that covered the warehouse.
He raised his saw to carry on cutting, when a bang of the warehouse door stopped him. Again the sound of a body being dragged filled the air. Dexter knew that sound all to well. He raised his head to stare into the darkness.
That's when he saw it, a women about 5"7 pulling the body of a man. She soon came into the light. She must have felt his presence as she soon turned around. Her green eyes stared into Dexter's. For a moment no sound was made.
Dexter expected her to scream and run, or cry, he wasn't sure how she react the only person who'd ever walked in on a kill was Harry, and he hadn't said much.
"Who are you" The women searched the warehouse space with her eyes; the blood sparkled in the little light there was. "And who's that" She smiled in amusement. He stared at her wondering if she was a hallucination. Surely she shouldn't react like that.
"Dexter" He whispered it; he could feel the sticky blood move with his facial muscles. She nodded. Did she just nod, she wasn't screaming, she wasn't running, she was understanding. His mind was swimming with confusion.
"I'm Tess" Her face lit up when she smiled. Her long brown hair clashed against the blood, her olive skin, shining in the tunnel of light. She wore a white summer dress. She looked almost angelic. That idea was crushed with the next sentence that came out of her heart shaped mouth. "It seems we both came here to do the same thing tonight"
She pointed at the still unconscious man; lay on his face behind her. "Raped 10 women". She walked towards Dexter please tell me you have a reason for cutting up that man into little pieces; she looked down into the trash bags which were no filled with body parts.
"Killed his wife for the insurance, then his kids, they got on his nerves." Dexter pointed at the pictures behind him, that's them.
"Wow" She muttered it under her breath. "I've never met another serial killer before". She laughed and Dexter couldn't help but laugh along. "You have killed others haven't you?" It was Dexter's turn to nod now. And with this her smile broadened. She stared around the warehouse again. "Plastic, clever" she giggled again. "Do you mind if I watch well you finish of?. He looked shocked for a moment but then just laughed, "Go ahead".
"I'll help you clean up when you've done. Then I'll get on with doing mine." And with that she sat down on a nearby stool, foot pressed down on the mans neck. Watching Dexter intently. He lifted up his saw and cut once again. His thoughts more on the women watching him now rather than the man he was cutting.