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Season 2 , Episode 1??
Blood.
Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge.
Other times, it helps me control the chaos.
It's not been long since my playmate's been... dead, 'Biney'. I've barely known him, but he knows me.
Tonight's the night. It has to happen, but yet im going bowling? 38 days, 16 hours and 12 minutes have passed since I've killed him.
Seargant Doakes was making sure that i had no single night to myself. I'm on edge. He's like a duck following his mama. He's basically everywhere i go ,now. My best hope of losing him is being relentlessly normal. Dull. That's the reason I'm going bowling. I strike down the last pin on the track , before Masuka, Batista and the rest cheer me on. It's disturbing that I'm that good at this. Batista tries to encourage me since we're going against the Alley Cats, yet I'm going on a short ,but intense staring session with Doakes for a quick few seconds before i pull away from his gaze.
Angel's voice fades into the background slowly as I pretend to listen. He's lost someone too. Now he's searching for answers. He's certainly found one, on an Oprah rerun. Wish i could find such a simple answer like that , too. Ofcourse I respond to him with a slight smile with a quick "Alright."
I really need... to kill somebody.
I just need Doakes to take a night off...
My victim, Jimmy Senseo, a high priest. I approach him as a customer. A blind man, I know. But I'm not one to discriminate based on race , gender or in this case disability.
He gasps, coming back alive, well, waking up. Ofcourse i can't follow my original ritual so it suffices to remind him. He tries to... curse.. me? Atleast I think that is,but i just flick his forehead and tell him to "Knock it off".
My ritually is almost complete, yet I can't do it. I really needed this,but why can't I? All i can do is breathe heavily and tell him something like " Let this be a lesson for you."
I usually enjoy my ritual. It brings order.
I return, at the darkest time of the night, to my sister, who supposedly cleaned the apartment. "It got messed up again."
I'm all she's got.. after 'rudy'.
She can't sleep at all. Not after your fiancé tries to cut you up in pieces.
I followed the code. I'm just a little rusty after my brother..
S2E2, Waiting to exhale.
Here I am back in the belly of the beast. How can I solve crime when I can't solve myself?? Yet, duty calls.
Although it's the same, taking pictures, getting barked at by Doakes and analyzing what happens, that I like. Doakes is the only one who smells the murderer on me, it's like he sees something no one else sees or there's a big "WEIRDO" written on my back that i can't see or take off.
I sat in my beloved lab infront of my second beloved blood vials, listening in on everything that gets discussed.I need to be informed, I'm on the edge of a cliff right now.
"Who are they sending in?" Doakes said while taking some documents from La Guerta. "Lundy, Frank Lundy and some weirdo from some hospital for the criminally insane. The guy apparently murdered a bunch of people and then the girl , who he saved from her cannibalistic dad." Angel responded.
"Frank Lundy? He's a rockstar. He's the cherry on top, but who is the other guy??" Doakes interjected.
"Will Graham,but why would they send him?? He's not FBI , is he?" La Guerta pitched in before Angel spoke again. "Yeah, too unstable to be FBI, he used to be special agent for the FBI though. He used to be some magic murderer compass with insane hunches that were always right."
"All the way from Virginia? Huh, Lundy and a magic murderer compass." La Guerta spoke again.
Murderer compass? That's not good for the Bay Harbor Butcher and I AM the Bay Harbor Butcher. God that's a long name. I already dislike it. I occasionally browse Tattlecrime at night and I've read about this guy, apparently really unstable. Plus he's been known to be unstable , but people didn't really care. I wish I could let go off of this heavy mask like that, but look where it got him. He doesn't even look like he killed those people. I've read of the Shrike case he worked on, why don't I get such an interesting name? It's short too. I like it. Maybe I should impale people too? That was sarcastic if you couldn't tell. I'd never break my carefully crafted ritual. That would be way too messy.
(at this point idk where this will go and the whole plot will derail wtf what did i doooo)
Another morning, the same routine. I enjoyed that routine, although slightly disturbed by having to navigate my routine around Debra. Rolling into the Station with Donuts as usual. There I already saw them. Frank Lundy and Will Graham, in a straight jacket and a repurposed goaltender's mask. What intrigued me was the unstable one ofcourse. I didn't see murderous intent in him before on pictures, but i definetly do now. He looks like he has a massive headache, poor guy.His breath fogs up as he glances around the room as he gets rolled into an interrogation room, since..they don't know where else to hold him.
Murmurs forming in the background between La Guerta and some FBI guy. "Where are we supposed to hold him?? We can't let him stay at the station and we certainly can't leave im alone."
This might be interesting, I certainly want to get to know him. I pitch to watch him at all times , although the living situation is already tense with Debra. She will be mad at me , but certainly cannot stay mad at me for too long. Sorry Deb, the Dark Passenger really seems to like this guy. "Are you sure? This guy is a criminal, Dexter" "But on the bright side he's behaved really well in the BSHCI." The FBI guy interjects. "Don't worry I live with another cop and used to learn self defense, trust me it will be fine. Besides maybe he will help me with my hunches. He probably has some too." I really need my hands on this guy. Well not literally , metaphorically.
I watch the screen as they present the pictures of my case to him, he's some kind of profiler?
"This person.. is strategic, careful. You won't find them as usal...Good body dumping ground, apparently not good enough. You might not find them at all. It's not the same as the ice truck killer. Are you .. working on their identities? So far there is no common indicator between them, this person has no bias. As far as i know of."
" The bodies are currently being matched together and investigated." the police officer sternly mentions infront of him.