Fanfic: Inside Out
Title: Inside Out
Fandom: Dexter
Character: Dexter
Community/Prompt: fanfic_bakeoff/Prompt #2 - "Tangle"
Word Count: 300 words
Chapters: one-shot
Rating: M
Genre: Dark
disclaimer: The characters and world of Dexter are owned by its creators (who are not me). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Murder, sadism, sociopathy
Story Description: I know you, inside and out.
Inside Out
By Sarga
On the outskirts, I watch my 'family', nodding and smiling on cue. They never see the stage-hand feeding lines, nor thin plastic curtain that separates them from the monster that is Dexter.
But her? She and I are entwined by death. A bond as thick as blood.
“You and I are kindred spirits, Mona.”
Her eyes glare daggers at me. Like she doesn't really believe that I'll harm her. I will. There's no doubt in my mind. There's doubt in hers, though.
“You and I are like lovers.”
Mona narrows her eyes. Does she think I'll rape her? Such a thing is beneath even my perversions.
I stroke my blade across her cheek, not hard enough to cut - not yet.
“You, like me, flirt with death. How many has it been?” I gesture toward the display I've carefully crafted just for her. “I lost count at fifteen, but then again, you didn't start the hunt here in Miami. No,” I look into her eyes and I think she's beginning to get it. “You started years ago, didn't you?”
Mona blinks, her brow furrowed in confusion.
I take out her gag. Noise doesn't matter here, so deep in the forest.
If a woman dies in the forest, does anyone hear her scream?
“You son of a whore! Just wait until my husband gets his hands on you...”
I smile and hold up an picture of her dead husband. Just last night. What a beautiful death!
Mona's eyes widen in realization. Then fear.
“Sticks and stones, Mona.”
Finally, she understands. Finally, I take my trophy.
“Scream for me,” I lean in and whisper, hoping she'll give in to my newest craving.
She's a soprano.
My knife cuts deeply and the crescendo is long.
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Fandom: Dexter
Character: Dexter
Community/Prompt: fanfic_bakeoff/Prompt #2 - "Tangle"
Word Count: 300 words
Chapters: one-shot
Rating: M
Genre: Dark
disclaimer: The characters and world of Dexter are owned by its creators (who are not me). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Murder, sadism, sociopathy
Story Description: I know you, inside and out.
Inside Out
By Sarga
On the outskirts, I watch my 'family', nodding and smiling on cue. They never see the stage-hand feeding lines, nor thin plastic curtain that separates them from the monster that is Dexter.
But her? She and I are entwined by death. A bond as thick as blood.
“You and I are kindred spirits, Mona.”
Her eyes glare daggers at me. Like she doesn't really believe that I'll harm her. I will. There's no doubt in my mind. There's doubt in hers, though.
“You and I are like lovers.”
Mona narrows her eyes. Does she think I'll rape her? Such a thing is beneath even my perversions.
I stroke my blade across her cheek, not hard enough to cut - not yet.
“You, like me, flirt with death. How many has it been?” I gesture toward the display I've carefully crafted just for her. “I lost count at fifteen, but then again, you didn't start the hunt here in Miami. No,” I look into her eyes and I think she's beginning to get it. “You started years ago, didn't you?”
Mona blinks, her brow furrowed in confusion.
I take out her gag. Noise doesn't matter here, so deep in the forest.
If a woman dies in the forest, does anyone hear her scream?
“You son of a whore! Just wait until my husband gets his hands on you...”
I smile and hold up an picture of her dead husband. Just last night. What a beautiful death!
Mona's eyes widen in realization. Then fear.
“Sticks and stones, Mona.”
Finally, she understands. Finally, I take my trophy.
“Scream for me,” I lean in and whisper, hoping she'll give in to my newest craving.
She's a soprano.
My knife cuts deeply and the crescendo is long.
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