Log; On-Going

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When; March 15th, Late Night
Rating; R for Violence
Characters; Alessa, alessalearnt, Dexter dark_passenger, & Stan stancoleman
Summary; Dexter assists Alessa in her own form of punishment.
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The moon, high in the sky, stared down menacingly at the city. It called out to The Need. Ever since the day of Vincent's death. The day that Dexter swore that there were bigger curses than just daily ones. He felt cursed. The man couldn't get close to anyone, or they'd be killed. And until now, he grinned and bared it. Until now, he still hid in the shadows.

But now the Dark Passenger was out to play, the City, his playground. The present he left for Stanley was one Alessa helped pick out; a doll with a small note attached, inferring that the yellow god, Lobsel Vith, had wanted to see him before his punishment was over. The note had asked Stan to visit a nearby abandoned wearhouse.

A faint chuckle in his ear.

Tonight he'd get what he and the Passenger so eagerly waited for.
Tonight he would feed The Need.

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Dexter actually laughed, "I'm terribly sorry, I'm new at this."

The truth was, Dexter's "perfect" arrangement was all that it was, and his work was almost finished. There was only one more step before the real fun began.

From his pocket, Dexter pulled a clean glass slide. His other gloved hand reached for the scalpel on the cart beside him.

The first slide for his new collection. His first trophy.

He made a small incision just below Stan's right eye, then placed the scalpel back on the cart, picking a clean syringe up in it's place. He used it to extract a tiny bit of blood, then pushed a drop out onto the slide in his other hand.

"I suppose you know why you're here," Dexter said, covering the slide and putting it in a ziplock bag for safe-keeping. "You've confessed enough, don't you think?"

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When Stan saw the scalpel coming towards his eye he winced, and when Dexter made the incision below his right eye he yelled.

"What the fuck dude?!" Stan hissed, so violently wanting to rub the new wound below his eye. Unfortunately the duct tape prevented any movement. Damn, and the wound was starting to itch. "You know the least you could do is scratch this wound." he sniped.

Stan heard the question. He realized why he was here. To be punished, no doubt by that whore the pseudo-Alessa. A rush of thoughts entered into his mind. The first being that he probably deserved this. His second thoughts though were not so kind. When Walter Sullivan had killed Henry Townshend the love, and would be father of Alessa's possible future child Alessa had screamed and made threats saying that she would kill Walter. Did it happen?

No! Stan was privy to looking at the network. After Henry's wake he browsed around and found out that while Henry's wake was going on Alessa had been talking to Walter, and even flashed him.

Great! Walter kills Henry and Alessa flashes him I kill Vincent, and I have a distinct feeling I'm going to be tortured. he thought to himself.

"So, where is the bitch anyways?" Stanley asked.

If there was any reason why he hated Alessa, this Alessa it was because she was a hypocrite. She would always talk about wanting to bathe in people's blood for the honour of that other Xuchilbara, and that was ok. It was ok for her to ruin lives, but heaven forbid anyone kill her family and it was revenge.

"I suppose now you'll become one of Xuchilbara's followers or some such shit." Stan remarked. "But, then again killing and torturing was always so much better than love."

Stan paused.

"If you're going to torture me and kill me I haven't got all day. Where's Alessa?"

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Dexter raised an eyebrow. "She told me she'd show up in time..." he answered, "I never promised I wouldn't start without her."

Dexter glanced over his shoulder to see if she was around, before continuing.

"I never said anything about becoming anyone's mule. I wanted to do this for my own sanity," he said before admitting, "I don't believe in gods."

Stan was right. Torture was better than love. Dexter didn't have the ability to love, let alone feel. The only time he felt himself was when he was surrounded by blood.

This was one of those times. Dexter needed this kill, to satisfy the Passenger, the backseat driver of his dark and twisted mind. He needed this particular kill because it was one that followed the Code.

The Code of Harry was a strict law that Dexter followed when choosing a victim. He would only pick victims that deserved this fate. Other killers, only those without reason or regret.