There Will Be Blood
Dexter, Sylar. R.
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Tonight's the night.
I can feel my dark passenger is anxious as I drive, wants this particular one already on his table and in his slide collection badly.
Wanted by the FBI, several state police, and probably a slew of unnamed individual groups, Gabriel Gray aka. Sylar has finally reached Miami and is in my crosshairs now, after a file full of photos involving a particularly grizzly string of murders with his trademark M.O. hit my desk. I've been charting this man's course, his killings, his metamorphosis from an unknown watchmaker to serial murderer almost to an obsessive degree (I am a thorough investigator, the code of Harry demands it of me) and now he's come to me, to my town.
It's like Christmas come early, he's all but wrapped up in plastic and on my table with a quaint little bow (the type Rita would have picked out).
And there will be blood, so much blood.
He's not a neat monster like I am, there's a certain carefree arrogance to his crime scenes a part of me abhors and another part of me wishes could be liberated in the same way. Maybe I should ask him about it, how it feels to live a life not in the shadows, being your full potential instead of maintaining the mask I've so long had to wear. Maybe I'll treat him to the part of me only the soon to be dearly departed get to know before I let my confessions end along with him. Maybe I will feel it myself tonight emulating him in what I can only hope is a decent homage to someone nearly as prolific as I.
Tonight is going to be different. Forgoing my own trademark knife, I'll trade 7" of stainless steel in my hand for my reciprocal saw right off the bat. And when I lobotomize Gabriel Grey aka. Sylar, the currently prized occupant of my trunk, there will be blood just like in the pictures I've looked at for so long, memorized, practically drooled over imitating in my mind, as I cut the dark haired man's scalp clean off just like his victims.
Brian Davis, Trevor Zeitlan, Zane Taylor, Dale Smithers, Isaac Mendez, I could go on and on with this list but I know how important the first kills are, so I'll use their photos to remind him.
Tonight will mark the end of the "Boogeyman killer", of Sylar's gory swath he's cut across America I can only imagine is in search of release. He will be gone. The code demands it.
Tonight Harry will be proud, and the dark passenger will be sated once more.
Tonight's the night.
I know I'm going to savor this one.