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Bad News Comes In Threes
i_spatterblood
With Selina feeling better, and back at her own home, things had gone back to normal for Dexter. Well, as normal as they could be, considering a few key things. But he had his space back. And he had his freedom back. No more worrying about Selina following him. Or finding out. He really didn't need anybody finding out about things.
Which reminded him to find out what the Lone Gunmen knew.
He got to work the next morning, feeling better than he had in a long time. A spring in his step, a whistle on his lips. If Dokes had been around, he might have even been pleasant to the guy. Patted him on the back, even. Done what he could have to annoy the crap out of him, just for the fun of it. That's how good he felt.
On his desk was a single folder. Something that hadn't been there before. Dexter looked around the office, then back at the folder, and picked it up. It only had one name on it 'Jody'. He flipped it open and took a look inside. It was like the folders he collected and then destroyed. This one read worse than a lot of the previous kills he'd had all rolled up into one. Dexter looked around again. Nobody was looking. It didn't seem that anybody had put this here.
More City weirdness?
"Tell the cheif I've got to go deal with something." Dexter said to one of his work mates as he passed by. "I'll be back later."
With the folder tucked under his arm, he jogged out to his car.
i_liveforgod
Jody was sick of dealing with this. When he found Little Jesse, he was going to beat the everliving shit out of him. And then make sure he spent a good, good long while in the coffin. More than a month this time. Jesse needed to stop running away, they always found him eventually.
There were a few places left that Jody hadn't checked. One of them being the docks. He didn't really expect Jesse to be at the docks, but he thought he might as well check anyway. If he didn't, and Marie found out, she'd send him right back out to check.
She wanted every corner searched. Every stone turned over.
He hadn't seen Miss Marie in such a murderous state since her daughter had run off.
i_spatterblood
With everything that had been going on, everything building up inside of him, Dexter was in no mood to make absolutely sure that this was the guy he wanted. There was a photo in the file, the man he'd found matched the photo.
Dexter did follow him until the sun went down, right to the docks.
Convenient.
The guy looked huge to Dexter. Not as big as John Coffey, but huge. And bad. The Dark Passanger reared up as soon as Dexter got close. This guy was bad. Bad bad news.
That's it, he decided. No more second guessing. He was going to do this, and he was going to do it quickly.
With gloves on his hand, using the shadows to keep him from prying eyes, Dexter moved up behind Jody and caught him around the shoulders. The needle containing the M-99 slid into the big guy's neck and Dexter depressed the needle.
i_liveforgod
Jody didn't have any idea somebody was following him. He went about his business, not paying much attention to anything.
When he finally was aware of somebody being there, it was too late. There was a sharp prick in his neck and his body lost strength. The guy - it had to be a guy by the size and strength - was strong. Maybe could have even bested Jody in a real fight.
But this wasn't a real fight.
This was something else.
He tried to struggle, but it was no use.
He went down.
i_spatterblood
Just like everybody else he'd ever played with, Dexter readied Jody's body in a special way. This time the clean room was in his own boat, and the boat was taken out far on the water. But everything else was the same. Jody was restrained to the table with plastic wrap and duct tape.
Duct tape was the perfect thing to work with.
He waited for Jody to wake up before really getting started.
"Hello." Dexter said to Jody's now opened eyes. "You've been a bad, bad boy."
The scalpel cut into Jody's cheek, and a single line of blood trailed down the flesh. Dexter caught part of that drip and put it onto a slide.
i_liveforgod
"Fuck you." Jody said. There wasn't any fear in him.
Sure, it was odd. Being tied down like this. And tied down really well. He couldn't even struggle. It was all so tight.
He looked up into the face of the man.
Not somebody Jody would consider to be an equil, but he certainly was, being able to best him like this.
And here he'd always thought it would be Jesse to end it.
i_spatterblood
Dexter just smiled as he put the slide away.
"It's about time I get to have some fun." He said. "And I'm so very glad that you get to be my first."
This time, he wanted to use the meat clever. He hadn't used it in a good long while.
Dexter started on Jody's hands, chopping them off. Then his feet. Then up along his legs and arms. And then last, the torso and the head. Seperation of the two.
It took him a good long while to do. Mostly because Dexter was savoring it. Loving it. The Dark Passanger slithering around in his mind, happy. Satisfied.
Clean up was more simple than usual.
Since he was already on the boat, he just had to bag it all up, throw it over the side. And when he was done, the boat was just as spotless and blood free as it had been when he'd boarded with the body. His tools were wrapped up, ready to be hidden away again.
It would be quiet for a while, now. Peaceful.
And so, the Harry code hadn't exactly been adhered to, but that could be forgiven, in the face of the singularly named Jody and what his file read like.
Dexter turned the boat back toward shore, with a smile on his face.
With Selina feeling better, and back at her own home, things had gone back to normal for Dexter. Well, as normal as they could be, considering a few key things. But he had his space back. And he had his freedom back. No more worrying about Selina following him. Or finding out. He really didn't need anybody finding out about things.
Which reminded him to find out what the Lone Gunmen knew.
He got to work the next morning, feeling better than he had in a long time. A spring in his step, a whistle on his lips. If Dokes had been around, he might have even been pleasant to the guy. Patted him on the back, even. Done what he could have to annoy the crap out of him, just for the fun of it. That's how good he felt.
On his desk was a single folder. Something that hadn't been there before. Dexter looked around the office, then back at the folder, and picked it up. It only had one name on it 'Jody'. He flipped it open and took a look inside. It was like the folders he collected and then destroyed. This one read worse than a lot of the previous kills he'd had all rolled up into one. Dexter looked around again. Nobody was looking. It didn't seem that anybody had put this here.
More City weirdness?
"Tell the cheif I've got to go deal with something." Dexter said to one of his work mates as he passed by. "I'll be back later."
With the folder tucked under his arm, he jogged out to his car.
i_liveforgod
Jody was sick of dealing with this. When he found Little Jesse, he was going to beat the everliving shit out of him. And then make sure he spent a good, good long while in the coffin. More than a month this time. Jesse needed to stop running away, they always found him eventually.
There were a few places left that Jody hadn't checked. One of them being the docks. He didn't really expect Jesse to be at the docks, but he thought he might as well check anyway. If he didn't, and Marie found out, she'd send him right back out to check.
She wanted every corner searched. Every stone turned over.
He hadn't seen Miss Marie in such a murderous state since her daughter had run off.
i_spatterblood
With everything that had been going on, everything building up inside of him, Dexter was in no mood to make absolutely sure that this was the guy he wanted. There was a photo in the file, the man he'd found matched the photo.
Dexter did follow him until the sun went down, right to the docks.
Convenient.
The guy looked huge to Dexter. Not as big as John Coffey, but huge. And bad. The Dark Passanger reared up as soon as Dexter got close. This guy was bad. Bad bad news.
That's it, he decided. No more second guessing. He was going to do this, and he was going to do it quickly.
With gloves on his hand, using the shadows to keep him from prying eyes, Dexter moved up behind Jody and caught him around the shoulders. The needle containing the M-99 slid into the big guy's neck and Dexter depressed the needle.
i_liveforgod
Jody didn't have any idea somebody was following him. He went about his business, not paying much attention to anything.
When he finally was aware of somebody being there, it was too late. There was a sharp prick in his neck and his body lost strength. The guy - it had to be a guy by the size and strength - was strong. Maybe could have even bested Jody in a real fight.
But this wasn't a real fight.
This was something else.
He tried to struggle, but it was no use.
He went down.
i_spatterblood
Just like everybody else he'd ever played with, Dexter readied Jody's body in a special way. This time the clean room was in his own boat, and the boat was taken out far on the water. But everything else was the same. Jody was restrained to the table with plastic wrap and duct tape.
Duct tape was the perfect thing to work with.
He waited for Jody to wake up before really getting started.
"Hello." Dexter said to Jody's now opened eyes. "You've been a bad, bad boy."
The scalpel cut into Jody's cheek, and a single line of blood trailed down the flesh. Dexter caught part of that drip and put it onto a slide.
i_liveforgod
"Fuck you." Jody said. There wasn't any fear in him.
Sure, it was odd. Being tied down like this. And tied down really well. He couldn't even struggle. It was all so tight.
He looked up into the face of the man.
Not somebody Jody would consider to be an equil, but he certainly was, being able to best him like this.
And here he'd always thought it would be Jesse to end it.
i_spatterblood
Dexter just smiled as he put the slide away.
"It's about time I get to have some fun." He said. "And I'm so very glad that you get to be my first."
This time, he wanted to use the meat clever. He hadn't used it in a good long while.
Dexter started on Jody's hands, chopping them off. Then his feet. Then up along his legs and arms. And then last, the torso and the head. Seperation of the two.
It took him a good long while to do. Mostly because Dexter was savoring it. Loving it. The Dark Passanger slithering around in his mind, happy. Satisfied.
Clean up was more simple than usual.
Since he was already on the boat, he just had to bag it all up, throw it over the side. And when he was done, the boat was just as spotless and blood free as it had been when he'd boarded with the body. His tools were wrapped up, ready to be hidden away again.
It would be quiet for a while, now. Peaceful.
And so, the Harry code hadn't exactly been adhered to, but that could be forgiven, in the face of the singularly named Jody and what his file read like.
Dexter turned the boat back toward shore, with a smile on his face.