darkly dreaming dexter starters ( part one )
dark themes edition. ( trigger warning for mentions of murder, etc.)
“ how long have you been doing this?”
“ and this ‘something,’ it makes you kill things?”
“ have you ever wanted to kill something else?”
“ it’s going to make you want to kill, and you can’t help that.”
“ what are you?”
“ choose what… or WHO you kill.”
“ you gimme the fucking creeps.”
“ you don’t want to do this to me.”
“ put the knife down, ___.”
“ jesus christ that hurt!”
“ and then it hits me. it’s not me, it’s you. there’s something wrong about you.”
“ i should’ve listened to him/her. something’s wrong about you.”
“ that’s the kind of shit i used to fall for when i thought you liked me.”
“ you’re connected to this thing.”
“ maybe you didn’t do it, but i’m gonna find out. and some of what i find is gonna stick to you.”
“ ___, come on. for christ’s sake, cut the shit! it’s me!”
“ i should shoot you.”
“ for god’s sake let me out of this shit and quit acting like a fucking lunatic.”
“ goddamn it. come on, ___. snap out of it!”
“ ___ should see this. s/he was right about you.”
“ of course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. after all, we can’t actually feel anything, can we?”
“ we’ve both spent our lives playing a part. moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves.”
“ have you done any reading on monsters like us?”
“ this happened, ___. the chain saw, the flying body parts, the … blood—”
“ we both suffered a classic traumatic event. it made me what i am—and i had a thought that it might do the same for you.”
“ you have to listen and do as i say. you have to. you should know that. it’s important.”
“ it’s a terrible mess, isn’t it?”
“ open them. open your eyes. open them NOW.”
“ look. or i will cut your eyelids right off your face.”
“ i am a very neat monster.”
“ oh, what a madcap little monster i’ve been.”
“ If i am ever careless enough to be caught, they will say i am a sociopathic monster, a sick and twisted demon who is not even human.”
“ yes, beg me. that’s good. much better.”
“ i understand perfectly. you see, i can’t help myself either.”
“ can’t? i don’t think i know that word.”
“ you are mine now. do exactly as i say.”
“ be good and you will live longer.”
“ oh, dear, are we being squeamish? after what happened?”
“ how did you know i would want to? you couldn’t really know.”
“ it’s a little bit of a shock the first time, isn’t it?”
“ killing makes me feel good.”
“ i enjoy my work; sorry if that bothers you. but there it is. and it’s not just ANY killing, of course. it has to be done the right way, at the right time, with the right partner—very complicated, but very necessary.”
“ i don’t want the cops to catch every serial killer out there. then what would i do for a hobby?”
“ there are plenty of people who deserve it.”
“ really? even after the new kill last night?”
“ imagine how it would’ve felt if i had killed you.”
“ i might have had to kill him/her.”
“ really, now: if you can’t get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?”
“ it looks very much like the killer might be me.”
