I like to pretend I’m alone. Completely alone. Maybe post-apocalypse or plague. Whatever. No one left to act normal for, no need to hide who I really am. It would be freeing.
I realize now my days are numbered. So I’d better make the most of them.
15 days of my favorite things: day six: favorite
sportstv shows (1/5) → dexter
“blood. sometimes it sets my teeth on edge, other times it helps me control the chaos.”
With the bite of the teeth of that ring on my finger, I’m bound to your bedside, your eulogy singer. I’d happily take all those bullets inside you and put them inside of myself.
James Doakes is the best thing that ever happened on Dexter. Ever.
It was a long chase, even for Dexter, trying to track down The Kid. He was quick and sneaky, though still unaware that he was being hunted. From the sites of his murders to the marina where The Kid found a boat to dump the bodies, Dexter was there.
Things may have gone to shit but Dexter’s tracking skills never faltered. He never doubted his ability to find who he was looking for.
The Kid was no doubt on his way to another kill; judging by the backpack he carried around, Dexter couldn’t help but to wonder what The Kid’s approach was. Was he messy and quick? Or was he like Dexter, a very neat monster?
“You’re following me.”
Maybe Dexter wasn’t as good as tracking as he thought.
“And you’re mimicking the Bay Harbor Butcher. Why?”
“Because I want to.”
That was easier than Dexter expected. A part of him was disheartened; he was looking forward to prying the truth out from The Kid.
“This isn’t what you want. It may seem like it and you may think you have things all figured out but believe me, this isn’t what you want.”
“Because you’ll always be running.”