WHO: Dexter and Julian (or associates!) and possibly Jenny too. WHAT: The serial killer is intrigued. WHEN: Back dated a bit to before the Wonder Woman threads. WHERE: "More Games:" RATING: TBD (but is Dexter so probably high) STATUS: In progress
It took a lot to catch Dexter's interest, but once had it was hard to shake. There was a part of him, a large part, who was quite irritated by the sloppiness of the LA police department. Despite only having forged papers he'd gotten a job with the forensics department very easily and had quickly settled into a life much the same as the one he'd left in Miami. As in he was a blood spatter analyst by day and a serial killer by night. Fun times. That strange vigilante kid had been an annoyance , but fortunately only a temporary one.
On this particular day he was at his desk, toying with the photos of a particularly bloody crime scene when he overheard a couple of meathead cops talking. Now, normally, he had very little time for the ignorant morons who made up the police force, but today it sparked his interest.
"Weirdest thing I've ever heard man," the first, a hispanic guy who reminded Dexter of Angel back home, was saying. "All those kids, all disappearing in the same area? It's not right, I'm telling you."
"Aw come on Carlos," the other drawled. Dexter couldn't remember his name but in his mind always thought of him as Doakes II. Same sort of attitude. "It's a bunch of teenage runaways. All those anti-social types, they always hang out at the same kinda place."
"But this many of them, all around that one shop?" Carlos started before Dexter ambled over, a hopefully pleasant expression on his face.
"What are we talking about?"
Doakes II glowered at him. "Nothing lab rat. There's nothing going on. Definitely nothing involving any blood spatter." he turned to Carlos with a stern frown. "I'm telling you man, it's runaways, nothing more." He turned and stormed off, leaving Dexter and Carlos alone. The hispanic cop shook his head before looking at Dexter, holding out the file in his hand.
"Here man, you might as well take this. No one else seems to care." He slouched off after his partner, muttering something under his breath about the decline of the police force and how overworked they were in this crazy ass city.
Dexter wondered if he should care.
He flicked through the file, seeing a large number of missing teenagers, all after hanging around this game shop. "More Games." Worth a visit.
I've done some things most people would consider horrifying. But not kids. I could never do kids.
He shook his head before switching off his computer and heading to his car. No one would ask any questions anyway. Not here, they ever did. He drove to the store, parking up outside and staring at the front door for a moment.
Seems innocent enough. Rather like me really.
He got out of the car before heading up to the shop and heading inside, wondering if he'd find the perfect new target inside.