Welp this is the last chapter!

Had fun writing it and hope you enjoyed it!

~Lucid3762

Three weeks later

All the fuss about me had died down, police had moved on to a different person, and I was assured that they wouldn't remember my face after a year or so. Without hesitation, I ran back to Dexter's place where I stayed for quite some time before he returned from work. A smile crept up on his lips and he sat next to me:

"Welcome back." he said, clapping my shoulder. He got up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing food and drinks.

"Dexter." I said quietly.

"Yeah?", his head still in the fridge, shuffling through the contents.

"I killed John Summers.". The ruffling had stopped, he just stood there, his head in the fridge. Slowly, he stood erect and looked over at me, his face blank.

"So?"

"It felt good. He brutally murdered the Modulo family, but they didn't have enough evidence that he had cleaned up so carefully." I could feel the anger boiling inside me, "A wife, her husband, and their kid."

"As you told me before, you're the hero in your own way.". I let a small laugh escape me and looked at him. He smiled at me and walked back to the couch, "That's what I do. Kill people who, well, kill people."

"Is that why you killed my dad? Why you almost killed me?" I asked. He only nodded; I looked away, determined not to cry.

"But I also didn't feel the same before I almost killed you. Didn't feel that same animal instinct."

"What did you feel?"

"Parental instinct. You're not my kid, but I feel like you are. When I held the knife and I saw you, so at peace with your death, I just couldn't". I smiled at him and put my hand on his shoulder; he looked at me and smiled again before his cell phone went off.

"Morgan." he answered, "Uh huh, okay." he hung up and stood, "Dead body, lots of blood. I'm gonna guess this wasn't you."

I smiled, "Of course not."

"Alright." he said and walked out of the building.

It was hours later that he returned. Night had fallen as Debra and Dexter walked back into the apartment, dreary from the hours of work.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"Fuckin' terrible. Not a single witness, but a lot of blood." Debra complained.

"You're not the person that has to clean that up or make an analysis of it." Dexter told her. Debra held her hands as I laughed at the two.

"Did you catch him?" I asked.

"We have an idea, but we'll question him tomorrow." Debra reported. I nodded and glanced at Dexter, he had the same far off look when he was thinking. But I could tell what he was thinking, he was going to pay their witness a visit. After a prolonged visit, Debra left and we were alone.

"You're gonna see him tonight?" I asked, not looking up from my hands.

"The witness? I may go scout." he replied flatly.

"I'm coming, right?"

"Sure.". We said nothing more. He went to his room and I went to mine.

The night passed slowly while in the car. I was filled in along the way:
"His name is Jason Avi. He's had a record for murder, all the evidence right there, but before they could arrest him, he disappeared." Dexter told me as he drove, "Now he's back, killing the same way he used to for the others. Lots of blood and no money in the victims wallets. ".

"Well that must've been fun." I said dryly.

"Yeah, sure.". We parked in front of a bar, it was dingy and hardly used. From a distance, it looked like a homeless shelter that had ran out of money long ago or a brown wooden box. If there was a sign there, it was long gone. There was only three cars in the lot, I was assuming that two for the workers and one for who we were looking for; my guess wasn't wrong. He came stumbling out, obviously drunk and in a stupor. He was trying to walk straight towards his car but tripping and almost falling.

"Should we..?" I started, pointing at the drunken man. Dexter nodded and grabbed a black bag that I remembered had all his "tools" in it and pulled out a syringe. Before he could get out of the car, I stopped him with my hand.

"Let me do it." I told him and reached for the syringe. He looked at me and back to the object in his hand and back to me before nodding and handing me the weapon. I stepped out of the car and stealthily ran over to Jason Avi. His back was to me and stumbling with his car keys, trying to get the key in the lock. With the syringe behind my back I poked his back; he jumped and turned towards me with his back on the door.

"Hi!" I said with a false sweetness.

"Jesus kid! You scared the shit outta me." he slurred.

I giggled, "Come here," I beckoned, "I have a secret I wanna tell you.". Reluctantly, he bent down, his ear near my mouth, "I'm gonna kill you." I said in a sing-songy voice before carefully putting the syringe in his neck and releasing the fluid. Quickly he dropped to the ground, like a stone in water. I turned my head towards where Dexters car was and held up my thumb. I saw movement and the lights flicker on as the car started and he drove around to meet me and the unconscious man. Quickly we grabbed the man's arms and flung him into the backseat of Dexter's van before hurrying to the front and driving off in what seemed like no time at all towards a final destination.

The area was desolate, not the same place as I had Dexter's fun experience, if not more remote than that. It was a broken down train car in the area where trains no longer passed due to the lack of, well, everything. Broken rails splayed from their original straight lines, train cars toppled over to one side and growing vines, the sorry heap of twisted metal and splintered wood made up the once great station. Yet out of all the silent chaos that was here, one train car still standing was the sight of what was going to happen. Walking up to the cart, it was obvious something weird was in their, small slits of plastic hung through the cracks of the door. When I opened the door, the horrors from weeks ago came back; plastic everywhere, the feeling of being trapped with nowhere to go and pain. Back in reality, I found myself on the ground, panting as if I had ran, and a confused Dexter with an unconscious man being dragged behind him.

"You don't have to go in there. It wouldn't be bad." he told me comfortingly.

"No," I gulped, "I have to do this." for my own sanity, I thought to myself. I grabbed ahold of the bar hanging off the side of the car and pulled myself in; everything was just as it was, a large table, glowing with light and plastic sheets covering every inch of the van. I turned back to Dexter as he handed me the rope connecting to Jason Avi's feet and started to lug him up into the box car while Dexter pulled himself in. Once he was in and closed the door, I grabbed hold of his hands while Dexter got his feet; together we managed to plop the heavy unconscious man onto the bright table. Dexter started to undress the man before I heard a moan escape Jason's lips, he was awakening slowly. Dexter and I shared a quick glance before flying into action, wrapping the man's body in a thick layer of plastic wrap. Being as small and agile as I was, I wrapped his upper body, the most built up part in the man's body. As his muscles were wrapped in plastic, I worried more about time than I did about crushing him. In no time flat he was securely tied up and lolling his head from side to side. I sat down in the plastic and waited. Dexter handed me an apron, it was dirt brown and was ten sizes too big; I didn't care, I smiled, took it, and put it on. Right as I tied it behind my back, Jason was starting to open his eyes. Surprisingly, he wasn't supremely drunk, then again, who knows how long it's been since we grabbed him. Dexter hid in the shadows while I hovered over his head:

"Good morning sleepy head." I said in a baby-talk voice.

Jason opened his eyes fully before opening his mouth, "You!" he spat.

"Me!" I replied with glee, "Welcome home." I held up my arm and presented the room.

"This isn't home. Listen little bitch, I don't know what yo-" his wandering eyes laid on the pictures of the two people that he killed one of their driver's license shot and the pictures from the crime scene.

"You like 'em?" I walked up to them, "They were killed," I turned my head back to the man, "by you."

"I-I didn't kill nobody." he defended. I looked up at Dexter and he appeared from the shadows.

"You're a bad liar." he took over. Jason's attention was drawn to Dexter while I grabbed the cotton balls and the scalpel with slide glasses.

"So why'd you do it?" I asked, "Did they owe you money?"

"No! Not that bitch." he nodded to his recent victim. I looked at Dexter, dialed back pride filled his face, "she just was getting to close." he admitted. I nodded and shoved the cotton balls into his mouth, silencing him.

"Thanks." I said flatly as I dragged the scalpel across his cheek, drawing blood. He bit down on the cotton and let out a silent scream. I moved out of the way so Dexter could take the blood from his cheek and put it on the slide I held out for him. I closed the small pane on the droplet of blood right as Jason spit the cotton balls out of his mouth and onto the floor.

"That's unsanitary." I commented monotonously.

"What, is she your assistant? Partner-in-crime?" he spat with fire. I grabbed the cotton balls of the floor and dusted them off.

"What would you call us?" I asked as I looked at him.

"Daughter and father," he started to list, "Assistant, maybe; apprentice."

"Apprentice!" Jason cried out.

"Yeah, sure." I stuck the cotton balls in his mouth again and clamped spare tape we had over his mouth, "I like that or daughter and father." I smiled at him as I walked back to the tray of tools.

"Which one," I curtsied with my apron, "master." When I looked back up at him we both started to laugh; Jason was confused but tried to laugh along with us.

"That one," he pointed to the knife I remember was suspended above me once, "my young apprentice.". This started another wave of laughter before I handed him the knife and let him complete his ritual. Afterwards we were burdened with cleaning up the train, no crime if there's no body. I was given the easy job of cleaning off the tools while Dexter chopped the body into different pieces and stuck them into various black trash bags.

"So." he started.

"So what?" I replied, not looking up from my chore.

"Are you panicked by the fact you helped me kill someone."

"I told you," I started scrubbing at the blood on the knife. "I've killed before."

"True," he looked up at me, "let's just say the last time I let someone in on this life, it ended badly."

I smiled before I looked up at him, "We started badly," I continued my work, "So what happened?"

"He went crazy, went on his own and just wanted to kill anybody who was in his way."

"Not anybody that killed others." I finished for him.

"Yeah. In the end, he ended up on the table."

"Where all bad killers end up." I smiled but slowly dropped it.

Dexter saw this and commented, "Don't worry, you're not a bad killer." he looked down and resumed cutting, "Yet." he added with a smile. I looked at him and let out a small laugh. After all the tools were cleaned and everything was in the car, we began to dismantle the plastic from the walls and returned the cart to it's normal dead self; next we went to the dock and loaded all the plastic and trash bags into his boat and sailed out into the far ocean in the night until we came upon a spot with, on the GPS, blew up with red. I studied the image on the screen with interest. All individual lumps of, my guess, trashbags of people; I smiled knowing that many people had been put away for the only guarantee of forever. I was knocked out of my daze when I heard a splash behind me, Jason Avi's body was being dumped into the ocean and sinking; I helped and watched as each bag sunk deeper until it was invisible. Going back to the GPS I saw the new arrival being added to the group; my mind went to the idea of each bag shouting out a hello to their new member and catching him before he landed hard upon the floor; at the thought, I laughed and turned away from the monitor. Dexter came back around and we sailed back to the docks and back into the car where we ended up back home. The minute I hit the bed, I was asleep and wasn't waking up until morning. Sadly, that was what seemed like seconds away and I awoke to a knock on the door; it was Debra.

"So it turns out the man we were going to talk to disappeared last night." she said and looked up. I turned my head to see Dexter behind me.

"I wouldn't know anything." I smiled.