A/N: Thanks for reading! How excited is everyone for Sunday?!
"I prepared her just the way you like. This time we'll do it together."
"Does it have to be Deb?"
"It's the only way."
"But she's my…"
"Fake sister. I know."
Deb could just barely make out the voices. She couldn't tell if it was a dream or where she was. She tried to open her eyes, but she felt dragged under. As if she was being sat on by an elephant. This heaviness bore through her and left her helpless. She wavered between desperately wanting to open her eyes and allowing them to stay closed so she could drift off.
But the voices were getting clearer. And wasn't that Dexter? What was Dexter doing? And who was that with him…Rudy? But why? It wasn't making sense. Deb couldn't get her brain geared up to make it fit together.
She concentrated, or tried at least. Where had she been last? The boat? No…there was more. There was…oh. That. Fucking Rudy. Fucking Ice Truck Killer. What the Fuck.
She still couldn't move, still couldn't figure out how to wake up. But this thought wouldn't go away. She was fucking the Ice Truck Killer?! How had she let this happen?
Then she realized; Dexter was here with her and Fucking Rudy. What was that asshole going to do to her brother? She had to stop him. She had to find a way to wake up and stop him.
Her eyes flickered. The voices were getting louder. She could wake up. She was sure. She just had to fight. There had to be a way.
She could hear Rudy's voice. That was enough to piss her off. Deb fought again, her eyes opening a bit more, her vision blurred, but she could see the two of them, there off to the side.
"I can't. Not Deb."
"Oh no no no no. Don't. Don't say that"
Deb felt impending doom. If Dexter was there, standing next to her, why didn't he save her? She could feel it now. Something tying her naked body to this cold table. He should cut her free. Why didn't he? Was Rudy threatening him?
Deb fought harder. And there! Her eyes opened. So briefly, but more focused than before, until they slipped closed again.
"I'm very ….fond of her."
"You can't be a killer and a hero. IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY!"
That was Rudy, the fucking asswipe. Anger fueling her, she pushed all her strength behind it and opened her eyes. She locked onto Dexter who stood there limply and met her gaze. And then from the corner of her eye she saw the glint off the knife as it raised and came down.
Pain sliced through her. She would have screamed if she could have found the strength. But just as suddenly as the pain came, it went. And she felt all of it slipping away once again. The elephant returned, resting more heavily and her eyes closed. The last thing she saw was her brother watching her intently, one tear slipping down his cheek.