CHPT 11: The Shawdoo Redemption
Dexter had already explored the basement before the two arrived. Better safe the sorry, he thought. He knew that steps led to a hallway that had two doors across from each other. One door led to a room with an oversized TV, a lazy-boy couch, and vinyl records scattered across the floor. The other was the boiler room. He knew which one to take, so he headed towards the boiler room. He opened it slightly and then completely, not worrying about the sound because the over powered surround sound was great cover.
Dexter crept in and turned on the lights. If anything were to jump out at him, he was was prepared enough to wear his smock and latex gloves downstairs.
When the lights illuminated the room, Dexter could see a gagged man in the corner. Dexter slowly walked toward the character wearing an oversized green T-shirt and red corduroy pants. As he was closer for inspection he recognized him as Shaggy Rogers: the kid that Batista and Deb were scouting for. Dexter looked over the kid to check if he was badly injured.
The answer was no. "Good," said Dexter. He knew Shaggy would be alright, so he could finish his work without being disturbed.
He walked out of the boiler room and was now ready to go into the large room, where Flim awaited his fate. He slowly turned the knob. Knowing the gears turning sound would not make much of a difference, since the base of the sound system was spewing out vulgar rap, covering the noise. He cautiously pulled the door open just a crack so he was able to see where Flim Flam was. It appeared he was sitting on his sofa. Probably eating his last salty pretzels.
Dexter started approaching the couch with while holding his needle. He was just steps away, when he noticed Flim was not on the couch. Dexter stood and looked at the TV which was suddenly black for a second. A figure holding a long stick was coming up from behind him at a fast rate.
Dexter dropped the needle and dogged the incoming attack preformed by Flim Flam, "Dude, what the fuck are you doing in my house?" Flim Flam yelled as he bashed at everything in sight.
Dexter needed to get that needle, but it was an impossible task for right now. Dexter looked around and picked up long lamp, with an extended cord. As he started coming at Dex, Dexter threw the lamp at him. Flim Flam was stunned for half a second, which gave Dexter the chance to swiftly move toward Flim. Dexter carried the chord in his hands and wrapped it around his neck, bringing him and Flim down at the same time. Now he was able to take the needle. He quickly stuck it into Flim Flam's neck and waited till he stopped kicking his shin.
After Dex's brawl, he brought the unconscious body into the newspaper room for his final resting place. Flim eventually woke up and noticed he was tapped to the mahogany table.
"You were a tricky fish to capture Mr. Flam," Dexter sighed with relief.
Dexter brought the rolling mahogany table to show him all the people he had killed. "I guess I should ask you if you have any regret killing them, but then again, the probable response would be," Dexter paused and took off Flim's tape covering his mouth.
Flim started whimpering and said,"I didn't kill anybody dude...you..you want some coke? Yeah! I have a lot of it! All for ya!"
Dexter smiled and put the tape back on. Dexter took out a kitchen butcher knife.
"We're all innocent in here," Dexter quoting the Sawshank Redemption as he slammed the knife into Flim Flam's stomach.