Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

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And so we found ourselves at the fun place called murder scene and what do we have here? Nothing much. Killer obviously doesn't like being messy as myself. He probably had to leave something that could indicate that he's still an amateur or perhaps more on the dark side than other sad people. But as I look around the dusty room I actually have to praise him on a job well done. Definitely not an amateur.

Looking around this place weakens a pleasant whispering inside my head. I see that Passenger wants to come out and play. I should probably look for our newest playmate that could satisfy the Passenger for at least a little bit. I know just who might join us for our picnic party for two.

James Gibon, our physical therapist who does more than therapy on his patients. I probably should find some solid evidence since my stepfather always said that you can't play without a bulletproof evidence to back you up. The copycat has to wait, it's time for Dark Passenger to take a walk on the dark side and enjoy himself for a bit.

Let the games begin.

First, I need to pay a visit to our sports office and see what is hiding under all that dust. Maybe a lunch will do me good, gotta keep my body fit and my high metabolism running so we can be in a top form. Must be ready to perform for the audience as they say. Enough of talk, time for some action. Come out, come out where ever you are…

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Not many people can hide their deep secrets for too long because as they say the truth always comes out. So I'm looking for our therapists ugly head to come up and grace us with its knowledge. Oh I see, his companion is left behind as all hot shots do. The laptop. I'm no hacker, but I know a few moves. Let see… ah yes, need the password.

Mostly it is something that can be found close to the device. And what do we have here, a lovely picture of our therapist on Hawaii. Let's try this one and what do you know, we're in. I have a sudden urge to pat myself on shoulder. Good boy Dex…for now.

As far as personal folders our boy hits the top charts. He saves everything. Mistake number one. He didn't even try to cover his track like he's so sure of himself. Mistake number two. It's just staring at me on it's desktop and finally as I open it mistake number three. Bulletproof evidence.

I'm actually rather disappointed that it didn't take me longer, which means I'll have to entertain myself with him a little longer than I wanted to. Dark Passenger growls in my ear. There will be overtime for sure. Our player we'll be out for dangerous playing and the referee will have nothing else than to remove him from the court. Permanently.

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The fool moon howls at me and I know it is the time for me to take a walk on the dark side. I feel the rush of what I'm about to do go through me and fill me with unbelievable power. Nothing can stop me now. As I wait inside our playmates house waiting for him to come. I prepare the main event.

As I mentioned earlier in our little monologue, I like to keep things clean. All that blood can make a person think that an amateur did this. God forbid such a horrible thing. I've been doing this game for long enough to know a difference between an expert and a beginner.

Did I just hear the door opening?

The footsteps can be heard through the empty apartment and I'm ready for our 'special time' to begin. I hear my friend growling in my ear.

I've waited enough.

He passes beside me not having a clue what is just about to happen. Moving swiftly I knock him on the ground and pull a wire around his neck. He tries to struggle but is no match for me and my whispering friend. The thud of his body falling to the ground makes me release my hold on him. It's quite handy, this wire. I picked it out myself and modified it a little bit. Oh yeah there's a man lying on the ground waiting for our event to continue. I get easily distracted when I'm entertained.

Shall we move on with Dexter's show. Ladies and gentlemen… Welcome… and hope for our volunteer to be a horrible experience.