caleb ripley ✕ dexter morgan (absurdavenger) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-04-07 13:27:00 |
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Who: Caleb Ripley and NPC!Andrew Hembree.
What: Taking care of business.
Where: An abandoned basement at Stanford.
When: Early morning, April 7, 2011 – a few hours before dawn.
Warnings: Violence, death, etc. Dexter's come out to play.
Tonight's the night. It has to be tonight. Fortune favors the bold. The prepared. God bless Caleb, but he's... neither. Not like I am. He's missed so many chances already – watched them slip by, waiting in the wings for someone or something to make his decision for him. That's not how I operate. Tonight, I see my chance. And I take it.
Andrew Hembree isn't special. He's a nobody. In over his head. From the moment he wakes up on my table, he won't stop crying. I watch him for awhile, silently, like I'm not even there. I take no enjoyment out of watching him grow more pathetic by the second. In fact, I only feel disgust. People like him have no right to inflict pain on others, not when they can't handle it themselves. He had no right to hurt her. For that he will pay.
I get to work. I work for a long time. He spouts gibberish, wretched excuses, until finally, he's out of energy, out of tears, and he says in the deadest voice I've ever heard, "Wasn't... wasn't our idea. Jeremy. He said..."
I nick a tender spot on his neck, and he flinches. My voice isn't dead. It's cold and ferocious. Sounds strange, coming from Caleb's mouth. "His full name, Andrew. Give me his name."
"Case. Jeremy C-case."
"Thank you, Andrew." I have what I need, so I slit his throat. The Dark Passenger is satisfied. But I'm not.
A fifth man. Again. Troubling.