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[dreaming_dex]

Who: Dexter Morgan, Brian Moser, Jezebel Desraeli
When: Port! You know that hour they have before they're supposed to come back...yup.
Where: A little outside the compound

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[twodaysinblood]

Brian examined the alien landscape as Dexter pulled the vehicle to stop, wheels shuddering along the rough surface of the planet; the rolling fog hid everything, making the jutting outcrops of unfamiliar black rock look demonic in the yellow headlights. The dark was oppressive. Everything about the atmosphere of this planet set Brian’s teeth on edge. There was something in the air, a feeling of unseen malevolence that was utterly unnerving. Brian shook his head. It wasn’t right for Dexter and himself to be affected like this. They should be the ones exuding quiet malice

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Dexter paused for a moment outside the large, hulking vehicle. The landscape really did look like something out of an old scifi flick, and that set off all sorts of danger signs in his mind. Dexter let out a long breath, attempting to organize the thoughts to the back of his head; his mind had to be focused

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Brian also switched on his shoulder light, the click and buzz of the globe lighting loud by his ear. He looked around, the flooding shaft of light tracing the rocky ground, cutting a glowing line through the hanging haze. There wasn’t much cover; Brian had been hoping for something more secure, a place they could easily set up and - Protect? Brian thought, frowning, a shiver of fear running up his spine. What from? We haven’t seen anything yet… Dexter was moving towards some large rocks, probably the best spot to set up their workplace; Brian followed him.

The space was much more open than Brian would have liked, but Dexter was right: there was not a lot of choice. He took a perfunctory look around the outside of the structure, quickly returning to his brother. The “walls” would hide their work from a number of sides, and they could cover the largest opening with dark plastic. It would have to do. “We haven’t got time to be choosy,” Brian nodded at Dexter. “It’s the best we’re going to find.” And I don’t want to spend more time out

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"I don't... know," Dexter spoke just above a whisper, eyes darting about the murky, unreadable darkness; he disliked having his vision reduced to what his tiny shoulder-light could illuminate. He wanted to move; turn about quick and cast the light over as much darkness as possible; but he knew better. Prey flailed, hunters watched. Dexter began to back-step, one slow careful step at a time, rolling the weight on the balls of his feet so the steps would be silent.

He wound one hand tightly around Brian's wrist, pushing, also backing up so he was close enough to Brian to make his brother step back as well (unless he wanted his feet stepped on, that is). Dexter's back was to Brian, his eyes still peering into the dark little space of the semi-room. Suddenly his heel hit something and he stumbled, only his grip on Brian keeping him up. He looked down, expecting to see rocks-- but they were... eggs.

They were eggs, and one was cracking.

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Brian scanned the area urgently, straining his eyes, trying to see something. He could sense the beginnings of Dexter’s panic and the same feelings were welling up in him. Something was out there, watching them, waiting… He turned slightly, keeping his tiny light as steady as he could, searching the dark for any motion, letting Dexter search the area in front of him. Carefully, Brian slid his knife from his belt, trying to keep the sound of metal scraping against leather quiet

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Later, when Dexter wasn't dealing with the unpleasant, unfamiliar fear of seeing such a grotesque little show, he might gloat on his preconceptions of this place; this was like a scifi movie. There was no space in his mind for such thoughts at the moment, though.

It was one part fascinating, and five parts horrible. That the hell was this thing? He felt frozen to the spot, limbs refusing to move, until Brian began to push. The sensation seemed to jump start his brain; that, and the single long spider-like leg he saw stretch from the cracked, smiley remains of the egg.

He went for the flamethrower. A corrosive heat ripped through the air as he fired, lighting up for a few horrible moments, a few dozen dormant eggs. The insect-like clicking grew to an ear-spitting shriek and there was a blur of motion-- and the whatever the hell it was vanished above. There was dark sky broken by tall jagged spikes of rock, and Dexter could hear it moving, scratching against the stone

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Brian looked up, searching for the creature that had leapt from the egg, looking around the rocks, then turned back to Dexter when he couldn’t locate it. One minute, Brian saw Dexter glancing back at him, and the next, Dexter had been knocked to the ground as the spidery creature attacked him. Brian heard the sickening crack of bone on rock, and the thing was on Dexter. His hands flailed ineffectually against the creature’s body, until all at once, he fell still, arms at his sides. Brian saw the things skeletal digits clasped around Dexter’s head, jointed tail curling twice around his neck, flaps of skin at either side moving in and out as the thing breathed.

Brian frantically pulled a knife from his belt, crouched, knife up, intending to cut the thing off. He grabbed at it, shuddering at the feel of clammy flesh under his fingers. The monster’s tail tightened fast around Dexter’s throat, cutting into his skin, and Brian pulled his hand back. The tail relaxed its stranglehold.

“Shit, shit…” Brian’s muttered, his voice shaking with

[argentum_mortis]

Jezebel was no expert on driving --in fact, it had been the first time he had ever been behind the wheel of any modern vehicle-- but even he thought he was perhaps driving a little too fast. The speed was unnerving, but he wouldn't let himself slow down, not with the prospect of something so interesting waiting for his expert attention. A creature, not unlike some of his favorite parasite specimens he studies; would he be able to return to the barge with stories, samples? The thought was exhilarating

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Brian watched the headlights come closer; it had to be Dr. Desraeli. He'd come quickly. Brian glanced at Dexter. He hadn't moved since Brian had dragged him next to the vehicle. Brian gritted his teeth; Desraeli had better be able to help.

As the man approached, Brian stepped forward from where he stood waiting by the brothers' vehicle. "Thank you for coming," Brian murmured, the thanks tasting strange in his mouth. "This thing- I tried to get it off, but it has its tail around his throat. It was close to strangling him." His voice was shaky and full of concern. "I don't know what to do..."

Brian looked at the doctor - hopefully? - wondering if he had called the right person.

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"You're very welcome..." Jezebel tipped his head, biting his bottom lip a little too hard as that smile he worked so hard to repress spread across his lips. "Pick him up, bring him to the back of the truck," Jezebel said, tone chilled and professional, as he too headed for the back of the truck he had "borrowed". The back had a huge flat area for cargo storage... but for now, it was going to be a makeshift operation table

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Brian watched the doctor stroke the creature’s back, a little shiver running down his spine. This guy was weird. The thing’s tail moved, and Brian felt sick. “You have to get it off him,” he murmured, barely aware he was speaking; the sight of Dexter with the stick-thin fingers curled tight around his head was getting too much. His brother couldn’t die, it couldn’t happen, not when they’d only just been reunited. They hadn’t even killed someone together yet…

The space in the back of the truck was cramped, but Brian sunk down onto his haunches in a corner, watching Dr. Desraeli examine the parasite, watching to make sure Dexter was still breathing. Trusting? Brian thought as the English man spoke. “What is it…trusting him with?” he asked quietly, looking sharply at the doctor from under lowered eyebrows

[argentum_mortis]

Jezebel looked up in surprise. "Really?" Idly he stroked the clicking little creature as if it were some kind of pet. "My goodness... what on earth were you boys doing all the way out here with such interesting toys?" he asked with a Cheshire cat smile. Jezebel then reached across the cramped space, holding his hand open, waiting to be handed the tranquillizers. He took them, prepared them, making sure all the bubbles were out of the syringe and the needle was ready

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Brian was trying to think of what to say to the doctor’s question when the creature moved, its legs uncurling. He stood quickly, moving quickly to Dexter’s side. The slimy creature curled itself up like a dead spider and Brian looked at Jezebel, as the doctor reached out to touch it. “Is it dead?” he asked, but forgot his question immediately as Dexter’s eyes began to open. He put a hand on Dexter’s shoulder just as the needle slipped into his brother’s neck.

Brian looked angrily at Jezebel - Dexter had been waking up, the creature was off, why did he need to be knocked out? - but he saw the scalpel again and bit his tongue. Obviously the doctor thought it would be necessary to operate. Something inside him? Brian thought vaguely, as light flashed on the blade once more

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"She's dead, yes... she's finished," Jezebel responded. What an interesting pair these two were-- Jezebel was no stranger to the emotions that drove and twisted humans (he was as subject to them as any) and he could read the emotions that flickered across Brian's face with perfect clarity. There was worry, and fierce protectiveness... did they know each other? And for that matter... what were they doing all the way out here when no one was even allowed to leave

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Brian knew he was raising suspicion, he could read it in the doctor’s face. He clenched his hands into fists. This planet, Jesus, first it messed with their plans and now Desraeli was getting a good look at the brothers when Brian was in no condition to control himself. Brian nodded at the doctor’s directions, although he knew what to do with someone who was concussed. He chewed the inside of his cheek, watching Jezebel trace a line down the middle of Dexter’s chest

[argentum_mortis]

Jezebel's eyes flickered between Brian, and Dexter. There was something tense about the conscious one, but not in the way the doctor would expect... Jezebel pushed the thoughts away; his concentration had to be elsewhere at the moment.

He couldn't help but smirk at Brian's question; his shaken tone of voice. "Yes, child. It's a common trait in parasitic creatures to implant young in other living creatures..." Jezebel carefully widened and deepened the wound, little by little, blood creeping up the slick white of his latex gloves. He was shivering slightly; the air was so cold, but the blood, the body was so warm. A vicious need flashed across Jezebel's eyes, the need for moreSuddenly, something shiny and black emerged between the wet steaming flesh. "Here we go..." Jezebel whispered, reaching down and stroking it with the pad of his finger. The little creature promptly lifted its head, and sank its teeth into the flesh of Jezebel's palm. He hissed in obvious, terrible pain. But he managed to hold still for a moment or two