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(Chapter Two!)
Once again I wondered why Jason had a picture of Quinn. Was he seriouse about wanting him dead? If so, why? As my mind scrambled for the answers I paused in thought. "Okay" I sopke softly without any form of thought.
This might be my only chance to become "Friends" with the man that sat beside me, the man I was, basically, a more evil version of myself. "Is this normal?" I asked starting the car again and rolling up the window. "Dexter, your not normal, but wanting a friend is normal, even for a serial killer" He smirked sadistically. He was bating me for something. Something I knew that he didnt. I knew who Jason was because of his father.
Jasons' father was the first Skinner Killer, but his life was cut short due to his lack of responcibility. I assumed Jason was here to finish what his father had left unfinished. As I drove the silence in the car was more than I could handle. Was Harrison destened to be a monster? My son was going to get the gene I had inherited from my father.
"You look deep in thought" He pointed out. "Just thinking, I tend to do that alot" I flashed a fake smile and contenued my thought process before it was cut short once again. "Where would you like to go to plan?" He asked blankly. "Theres this little shack up the beach thats completely isolated and the perfect place to plot murder" I joked more so to myself than him. Jason wasnt your usual phycho path killer of vengence kind of guy, there was more to him than what appeared to be the obviouse flaws.
"Whats the story?" I asked gripping the edge of my seat searching for the kinfe I hid beneath it the night before. "Still being written" He chuckled staring outside the window into the night as if he were expecting something. The night was my usual place of thought. The place I could be most creative and unjudged. The place I find myself hiding most of the time.
Was this what my life was coming to? Was this really all I would ever have? A family that hates me, a brother that is more so a physo than I am, and a son that was designed to kill? Was this all Dexter Morgan would ever amount to? My life is still being unraviled by the mysterious clutches of fate, but I happen to have the last say so In Jasons fate, but its something that needs seriouse thought.
"Jason, can I be honest with you?" I asked holding back the smirk that was forcing its way out. "Thats why I'm here" He laughed turning to face me. I pulled the small kitchen kinfe out from under the seat and pointed it in Jason's direction. "I was going to kill you, but I think I might actually like you" I spoke more so posing a question. "Lets start over" He urged carefully taking the kinfe out of my tightly held grip and tossing it out the window.
"Hello, Im Jason Marrows and Im a phycho path and a serial killer who is on the hunt for revenge, its a pleasure to meet you" He laughed placing his hand infront of his chest hoping I would play along. "Why hello Jason, I'm Dexter Morgan A phycotic Lunitic who hates people and wants revenge for his wifes unjustified death, its a please to meet you as well" I smiled actually enjoying the moment and happily shook his hand. This was all too happy to end so well, but was it wrong to hope that it would? "Meet me tomorrow night at 9:00 down by the beach, we will talk then" I smirked leaning across him and opened his door.