Guess what? We're bouncing back to Deb! Yeah, she and Dex are basically the main characters. Instead of just Dexter being the storyteller, we're delving into both of their minds.

Oh, and if anyones interested in a Dexter Season Eight Roleplay, I have one on the site. Just go to the Dexter forums.

Moving On.

Chapter Four: Where do we go from here?

Fuck me, I need this.

The adrenaline pumping through my body, the sweat going down with every thrown punch at the leather. My face is in total concentration, nothing more as I pound against the heavy object. Music sounds throughout my ears but I ignore. There's only one tune playing to me tonight and it's the sound of my beating the fucking crap out of a punchbag.

It had been a week since LaGuerta's body was discovered and the case was still open. Angel insisted that they get perfectly solid proof on what happened to her. Dexter was on it before anyone, making sure that all facts point to Estrada and LaGuerta shooting eachother. When it was fucking me that shot LaGuerta!

Damn it! I let out a wince as my clenched fists flutters by the punchbag and whacks against the wall as I lost focus. And let me tell you, I have a LOT of anger built up inside me. I wish I could release it on my stupid brother but he has been cooped up in either his lab with Masuka or his apartment in the presence of Jamie and Harrison.

I see a clock out of the corner of my eye and groan noticing how late it was and that I was working in the morning too fucking early. I grab my towel and down half a bottle of water before hitting the showers.

When I emerged ten minutes later, fully refreshed I step out of the gym and notice the moon. It was a full one tonight. It stared at me, all fucking high and mighty with its bright rays looming down on the street. I always hated the moon. Moon means night, which is dark, which is the part of day Dexter goes out and stabs a killer. I may have barely learned to accept it but why does he have to do it so specific?!

My phone buzzes in the pocket of my shorts and I pull it out, noticing it was the Prince of Serial Killing himself.

"What the fuck do you want, Dex?"

"Hair."

"The fuck?"

"Your hair...it's on LaGuerta's clothes."

"Shit!" I curse as I reach my car, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"It gets worse...LaGuerta's clothes are in evidence, I can't get near them."

"Can't I just say it fell on her during the crime scene?"

"Maybe, but I could just..." His voice trails off.

"No, hundred fucks times no!"

"No one would notice me. I would be in and out in a second."

"Dexter, no! You can't just do whatever the fuck you want to do when something bad happens!"

"Deb...listen to me-"

"If you even fucking try it I will rip your throat out and fucking hang it on a tree!" With that said, I hang up, fighting the urge to throw my phone at a wall or something. I get in the car and sigh, laying my head back.

Why did it have to happen to me? Everything was perfect a while back, well, not perfect but life was good. I didn't know what the fuck Dexter was doing and all was perfectly well in the world. Then I, being a huge fucking retard, walked right into that fucking church!

Now months later, I'm caught up in the biggest shit storm in the history of the world. Like fuck! I shot LaGuerta to save that motherfucker and I am living with the guilt of it. How the fuck does Dex go on with his life after killing someone for no reason. Fucking cocksucker!

I start up the car, driving in the direction of my house but I barely pay attention. Once I stop outside my house I notice an unidentified vehicle parked outside my place. On instinct, my hands go to the glove department in the car and I pull out my SMG, hiding it in the waistband of my shorts as I get out of my car. I then notice the door of the car swing open and a suit-clad man comes out. The suit is pretty snazzy. Another figure comes out the other door; female wearing a dress-suit. Who the fuck are these people?

"Miss Morgan?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Who's asking?" I ask, eyes narrowing.

"Special Agent Walsh from the FBI." He flashed me a badge that I take as proof, "This is my partner Agent Saunders." His blue eyes dart back towards me, "We just have some news for you you."

I let out a groan. This can't be good. Did Dexter get fucking caught?! Are they here to arrest me?

"Fine." I mutter, "Ya wanna come in?" I wave a careless hand at the entrance to my house. When they shook their heads, I cross my arms, "The news?"

"You might wanna be extra careful." The female spoke up, "Hannah McKay suffered a seizure after her trial. She was taking to hospital but somehow escaped."

My heart skipped a beat? She escaped? "Serial Killer" Barbie escaped?! What the fuck?! Who was the fucking bastard watching her that let her escape? I try to slow my increased breathing, "I see..."

"Yes." Walsh nods his head, "We are just telling you because we are joining the case to track her down and you were the only squad member not present today."

"Oh, yeah, day off." I mutter again before clearing my throat, "Well, thanks for dropping by."

"We also are here to drop a message for your brother. He was reported to be in a relationship with Miss McKay, if she contacts him, tell him to tell us immediately." Saunders said, her and her partner already getting into their car.

"Fine." I roll my eyes secretly, "Good bye."

When they drive off, I get the sudden urge to go back to the gym and beat the fucking life and sand out of a punchbag. Instead I head inside, cursing, "Fucking douchebagin', scumbag, blonde-fucking, serial-killing cocksucker!" I fling my bag to no where in particular and I growl, "Dexter you fucking cunt! Why did you have to be a serial killer?!"

"So I was right all alone." Could be heard behind me. On instinct I whip the SMG from my shorts and turn and aim only for my eyes to widen at the person I was staring at.

"L-LaGuerta?!"

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