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.
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For every violent moment the world has become, the cure will come, thy will be done. )
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Mello.It was that kid he'd taken into his apartment, the one he'd patched up after the bar fight. The one whose anger had resonated in some far away, almost forgotten part of Dexter ( ... )
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And each time he looked, he liked less and less what he saw. Mello had obviously taken a serious beating, along with some special attention paid to his limbs, his extremities. The fact that the blond was covered in blood made the man uneasy for the state of Mello's closeness to passing out again or dying, and neither would be of any help to Dexter for finding out what had happened ( ... )
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Drawn by the other's voice, the blond forced himself to lie back down flat once again, his head turned to face Dexter. His expression was vacant as ever, a slate of impassion, lips pressed into a neat line of tension. The chocolate bar he'd inhaled some hours ago sat heavy at the bottom of his stomach, so he wasn't hungry, and he articulated that with a tiny shake of his head.
As for the pills...the desire to take them was left unvoiced at the mention of Matt.
Calling Matt.
Matt, who'd probably combed through the entire city of Reggio in search of him over the past twenty-four hours. Why hadn't he remembered before he'd fallen asleep? All that time ( ... )
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Without thinking ahead, without really planning what he's intended to say, Mello cradles the phone against the side of his face and croaks out through a healing throat of sores and tight dryness: "Matt."
Relief floods through him, pushes him further.
Matt, Matt, Matt. I've got you. It's okay. I'm sorry I took so long.
"I'm okay." There's a genuine smile on his face at last, underlined with darkness but still. there. Smudged and shadowed, fragile and broken, but there's still some brittle undertone of light to it. Mello wets his lips. "He's gone now. I'm okay. Where are you? You should." He's babbling, but he's so fucking relieved that he isn' ( ... )
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And could it be? That this was just one of what would become many drug and despair induced hallucinations over the next days, months, years? No surprise there; Matt's wired, precarious on the edge of consciousness which slips from his grasp like cigarette smoke.
But the voice continues, pushes on, insists. Is it safe to believe, then? That this is more than just some cruel trick of the mind and altered perceptions?
"Mel--" Interrupted, but that's fine. Keep talking, please. I need to know it's really you, I need to know--
"Where are you."
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