Even Stranger Dexter-part 1

Prologue: Was Dexter Morgan really killed by his son on a cold and lonely backroad in Iron Lake New York? Or, was it just a dream? A nightmare he would awaken from. Maybe it was something even weirder. Stranger Things have happened in his world, not much surprises him…..

************* Bonnie & Clyde ***************

It was cold…..so bitterly cold, and the Police Chief of Iron Lake had just watched as Harrison Lindsay (Morgan), had drove away.

"What a mess this is….," she was thinking, "…but I'm going to clean it up."

She looked over at the man lying in the snow on the ground. A pool of bright red blood spreading out around his body.

"You did this," she said. "You deserve this."

Her voice was stern. It was hard and unwavering. She walked over to the form lying on the ground.

"What can I say to you now? Now that you can't talk back. Well the first thing is that I hate you. I hate you Dexter Morgan. But I love you at the same time."

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You turned my world completely upside-down. You bastard. And, the second thing is…that there is no going back. I can't change you. Who you are, who'd you become. Your life before me was something unfathomable, unbelievable. I am surprised that you even made it this far before getting yourself caught. And the third thing is….."

She heard a chuckle coming from the body that was at her feet.

"My God how many things are there….?"

Angela looked down at the form lying on the ground. His eyes were open, he was looking straight at her.

"Well, my list is pretty long," she said smiling back at him. "It could take me all day. However, we haven't got all day. We have to get you up…and get you out of here."

Dexter smiled back at her.

"Help me up then please?"

Angela reached down and Dexter reached up. Each took ahold of the other's hand. The two pulled and yanked in unison and got Dexter back up on his feet.

"So, are you ever going to tell Harrison, Angela asked?"

"Tell him what?"

"Tell him that this whole thing was staged…dummy. You know he deserves an answer."

"Yeah, I know you're right. And maybe in time I will. I don't want him to forever think that he killed his father. Self-defense is one thing, but murder. The longer a person thinks about it the more it eats at your soul. I know."

"Do you think that Kurt had a soul?"

"Well that's a tuff one Angie. If he did then it was buried deeper than all of the bodies he had stored in the trophy bunker." Dexter paused a moment. "Some people just have to be stopped."

"You know Dexter….I mean Jim, you're lucky that you talked me into seeing things your way. Yes, evil has to be stopped…and sometimes it has to be met with an equal force. You are that force. That's why I agreed to help you stage this. To get out of this thing."

Dexter looked down at the amount of blood lying on the ground.

"What are we going to do about that," he asked?

"It's my blood," Angela answered. "We keep a blood supply in cold storage down at the station for town emergencies. I punched a small hole in the bag and patched it with Duc-tape so that if you pressed it, it would be forced to leak out and make it seem that you were bleeding. You had it placed on the right part of your body. It seemed to have worked."

"So, you do think that Harrison bought it….I mean my death?"

"Hell, I thought you were dead when I arrived…so yeah, I think he did too. Did you wear one of the bullet-proof vest from the station?"

"No," Dex said. "After Logan hit the floor, that drug you put in his coffee worked well by the way, I decided to just skip the extra protection."

"Then how did Harrison not kill you?"

"Dummy bullets. I put blanks in his rifle after our last go at target practice. There were no real projectiles in his weapon."

"So he had fake bullets in his gun," Angela asked?

"Yeah, that's right. After what he did to Ethan I couldn't risk him hurting anyone else. He has anger issues that he can't control yet. I didn't want him to take the path that I had taken. Jeopardize our relationship before I was able to make amends. I wanted a chance to take my time and explain everything to him. Explain it all. I hadn't a clue if he would forgive me or not."

Dexter fell silent a bit.

"So how long's he been gone?"

"Five minutes."

"Okay, we need to quit the chatter and get moving."

"Keys are in the truck," Angela said. "Head north. That's the least traveled route."

"What about you…I want you to come with me."

Angela looked into Dexter's eyes. She saw sorrow there, real pain."

"A modern day Bonnie and Clyde," she grinned. "Dex I can't do that. Not right now. I still have Audrey to think about and I need to be here to tidy up any loose ends that might pop up after you're gone. I love you. This is a good scam but it's not fool-proof. Someone has to remain here."

"What about the blood?"

"I got a bag of your blood whenever I stopped at the station to check on Logan. Remember that last blood-drive that we had? I'll pour it over yours and mixed it in with my own. Now go. You haven't much time."

Angela fell into Dexter's arms. She kissed him deeply one final time before he left.

"Do what you need to do to survive and then contact me later. Kurt Caldwell needed to die. And I'm sure that all those others needed to die as well. There are things about you I want to know Dexter Morgan, mysteries still. Now git before you get caught by someone who doesn't feel about you the way I do."

She kissed him one last time and Dexter turned to enter her police cruiser. He was gone in seconds and she was left all alone.

"I'll see you again my love, and maybe one day you'll have the life that you always wanted."

Angela found a hand size rock on the ground. She took off her police cap and readied herself for the "pop" that she was about to give herself.

"The things I do for love," she said. And then her arm swung wide.

***************** Ghost *****************

Dexter Morgan drove the police cruiser. He knew that he couldn't keep the vehicle long. Once the authorities arrived and found Angela they would immediately put an APB out. The whole state of New York would be looking for his ass. Of course he was confident in his ability to evade capture, to get away. He'd done it many times before.

"So, on the run again. Where you headed this time big brother?"

It was Deb, his sister.

"Hey Deb nice to see you. Thanks for holding my hand by the way. It gave me a chance to have that faraway look, like I was seeing ghosts or something. Guess Harrison thought that he'd really shot his ol'man."

"Yeah you tricked your kid. You should be very proud of yourself. So, are you going to answer my question?"

"I forgot what it was."

"I asked you where you are going."

"Hadn't thought of it yet. Been busy." Dex gave it a moment. "There is a place, a small town I passed through before I found Iron Lake. A little place, with a police department about the size of this one. Maybe smaller."

"And where might that be?"

"A place called Hawkins. Hawkins, Indiana. Nice and quiet and peaceful. And yet, a lot of Strange Things happen there. People go missing and not much is done about it. Sounds like an opportunity."

"Dexter….you're such an asshole," Deb laughed.

"You think that I don't know that."

He laughed along with his sister.

End…..maybe