I drive up to the same building I was at earlier today to prepare it. It's an abandoned building, scheduled to be destroyed soon. But it requires one more kill.
I turn of my car. I feel my heart pumping. I remember this feeling all too well. The control, the excitement, it fills me up. I take a moment. I look up to the moon that hides behind the clouds. But it's there, even though it's vague.
I finally step out of my car and lift my playmate out of the back. He makes no sound nor moves as I take him inside and carry him on the improvised table that I made. I quickly take of his clothing and throw them in one of the bags. I start strapping him to the table with the roll of plastic that I kept here.
It feels really good that I still got it. Everything is going just as fast as it usually goes. I guess it's like riding a bike. You'll never forget. A second nature of mine. I roll open my knife set. I decide to go with the butcher knife today.
Something feels ~right about that.
I let myself slide down the wall and sit on the floor, waiting for him to wake. About 7 minutes later I hear a snorting sound. I slowly get up and see him opening his eyes. There's my heart again, pumping louder than ever. He keeps turning his head to see where he is and what is going on.
"Are you scared?" I ask him, with a deep voice. He tries to turn his head in my direction but the plastic makes it impossible.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"I am many things. But right now.. I am just me. Finally freed from my cage."
Thomson remains quiet. So I continue as I walk into his line of sight.
"I am Dexter Morgan, and I'm a serial killer." He looks at me with hollow eyes, I see fear in them.
I smirk. "Ah.. The famous question.. Why you? I would gladly explain. You only have to look right at the wall in front of you."
He quickly looks at the wall and looks at his victims. "I don't understand."
"They made you life miserable, didn't they? The name calling, the beatings. I understand your need for vengeance. I really do. But unfortunately, the code doesn't allow you to live."
"The one thing that has any meaning. It prevents people like you from killing again."
"By killing me.." he says.
I smile, "By killing you"
"Aha.. So.. When?"
"I was thinking now would be a good time. I've cleared my schedule." I say with a grin on my face. Thomson just looks at me, silently. "Any last words?"
"I have no regrets," he says.
"Yeah.. That's what I thought."
I say and I pierce his chest with the knife. He opens his mouth, but before he can scream he lets his head fall down and I see him fade away. I can now feel my heart pound in my head. I take the knife out of his chest and see the blood dripping from it.
I start to feel a bit faint so I go back to the floor. My body shivers. What's going on? I slap myself in the face a few times, I need to get my shit together. I feel my heart going crazy.. Am I having a heart attack? I crawl up using the table. I have to get out of here.
I use the wall to try to go outside and walk to the road. I trip and fall to the ground. I have to get out of my apron. I slowly take it off along with the rest of the kill clothes. I'm starting to see spots, I need to get distant from the building.
I grab my cellphone and call an ambulance. After I hang up I start to feel more dizzy. I see headlights in the distance. I try to make a move but my legs become weak and I fall down. And then.. just darkness..
To be continued..