[closed/in progress]
WHO: Mello (virucide), Dexter Morgan (gettingawaywith), and eventually Matt (lungrot).
WHAT: Dexter finds Mello after this incident.
WHERE: On the beach, by the train tracks.
WHEN: Day 76, right around dawn.
Dexter made it a habit to run in the mornings when he could, usually after nights that he hadn't been out on the town, hunting for predators like himself.
Of course, he hunted them because they hunted innocents. Dexter joyfully finished off those other predators because he had his Code. His neat, organized morals, the streamlined, outlined, beautifully arranged Code that his foster father had left him with. It had never let him down, it never would, and it kept him running along like this, free as he could be, given the constant little murmur of the Passenger at the back of his head, pressing at him. Reminding him about Terry Dolci, who he still hadn't had a chance to prepare for quite yet.
Dexter was thinking on which of his knives he'd like to use first on Dolci and the way they'd feel as they went crunching down through the sternum while he ran down the beach--it had the most resistance, provided the best workout, and the best part was that most people weren't running in the middle of the sand so early in the morning.
So the AMC employee was running on his own, this early in the morning, even though it was one of his days off. As he thought on Dolci, his mind drifted to things related, sharp things, details, where those details would lead said sharp things...
That was, until he saw the suspicious-looking bundle lying next to the train track. From a distance, it looked like a huge roll of shower curtains, but as Dexter drew nearer, he realized that it was a body wrapped up in...plastic sheets.
Dexter felt a jolt of familiarity. He used similar sheets for his own playdates, and it took him a moment to get over that little fact in order to approach the rolled up thing, trying to get a good look at it.
The blond hair poking out a little from the top looked vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place it.
WHAT: Dexter finds Mello after this incident.
WHERE: On the beach, by the train tracks.
WHEN: Day 76, right around dawn.
Dexter made it a habit to run in the mornings when he could, usually after nights that he hadn't been out on the town, hunting for predators like himself.
Of course, he hunted them because they hunted innocents. Dexter joyfully finished off those other predators because he had his Code. His neat, organized morals, the streamlined, outlined, beautifully arranged Code that his foster father had left him with. It had never let him down, it never would, and it kept him running along like this, free as he could be, given the constant little murmur of the Passenger at the back of his head, pressing at him. Reminding him about Terry Dolci, who he still hadn't had a chance to prepare for quite yet.
Dexter was thinking on which of his knives he'd like to use first on Dolci and the way they'd feel as they went crunching down through the sternum while he ran down the beach--it had the most resistance, provided the best workout, and the best part was that most people weren't running in the middle of the sand so early in the morning.
So the AMC employee was running on his own, this early in the morning, even though it was one of his days off. As he thought on Dolci, his mind drifted to things related, sharp things, details, where those details would lead said sharp things...
That was, until he saw the suspicious-looking bundle lying next to the train track. From a distance, it looked like a huge roll of shower curtains, but as Dexter drew nearer, he realized that it was a body wrapped up in...plastic sheets.
Dexter felt a jolt of familiarity. He used similar sheets for his own playdates, and it took him a moment to get over that little fact in order to approach the rolled up thing, trying to get a good look at it.
The blond hair poking out a little from the top looked vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place it.