Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

It was unusual for Dexter to have even looked when she had changed normally his apathetic nature meant he would not have cared. It seemed his car had been the closer of the two, which partially worried him after all it should have always been somewhat close if a fast exit had to ever be taken. It was not an uncommon thing for his boot to have the remains of a victim within them, but it was a first for the kill to have been someone elses. What was common though was the fact now they had driven to the harbor, deciding to use his boat after all. He wondered how she normally would sneak out to dump the evidence, wondering what type of boat she used. It surprised him just how close her drop zone was in comparison to his, and it was almost tempting to actually find out where it was instead of using his own area. But the drop zones themselves had no significance unlike the trophies, they were simply somewhere to throw out the trash, somewhere hopefully no one would find the remains. That close? it was obvious for once about the surprise factor, as it was noticeable in his voice. Maybe next time we will have to go there I just happened to drive out here as second nature for what task was at hand the splash sound had been rather satisfying, the existence of Rynes now nothing but a trophy and some bags at the bottom of the sea. Wasting limited time as he was not the type to hang around near this area he started to return the boat to the harbor. If I knew how to apologize and mean it Meila I would, but my baptism in blood made me like this it was something he tried to avoid talking about, It leaving more questions than answers so far. Harry had done well to ensure the tracks were covered only some news articles and what Dex had managed to find out by research mixed with faint memories being the only thing he could actually remember about the ordeal. A silence fell across him for a moment, again an uncertainty crossing him as to how to answer her statement. I would not say disgusting They each tell a story, a horrific story by the looks of it but they are a part of you as a whole, something I would not mind hearing about at some point it was odd to have an interest for someone and he looked out at the ocean somewhat absent-minded I only know so much about my past, before Harry came along anyhow instead of explaining it now, he decided it would be better to show her what he knew, the articles themselves having some of the information. Recently he had also found old pictures of the scene itself, but rarely looked at them as they made him feel rather uneasy. It was gruesome after all. Lucky that is an odd way to put it It is not like I chose to forget something made me this way instead it was obvious he was in thought. I have flashes of the event sometimes, but It is rather hazy, I was very young and when Harry saved me, well most of my memories are the times with Deborah and him he paused looking over at her, slowing the boat down almost to a stop he walked over to her lightly placing a hand on her shoulder I suppose you would say I was more lucky to have someone like Harry distract me , Although I have never met my father Harry had told me had gone missing not long after the tragic event sometimes it actually made him wonder if there was more hidden away from him since after all, he did not know his father, and also had not met his brother either. Rudy at this point though, was someone he simply did not even know about at all. He sped the boat back up and shortly afterwards they docked. I would not normally be the type to ask but I can show you what I know of that night we have to go back to mine for your car anyway so would you like to come inside? no one ever really got to see his home, occasionally Angel, more often Deborah if she popped around to check on him, but for the most part it was his own private sanctuary. Mainly being used to gather information and keep is sacred trophies away from the public. Driving them back to his Dexters place he slowly opened the door and invited her in. It is not much but it is home he would spare her the tour, as there was not much of one to offer as he then rummaged around briefly pulling out a box, a photo of the scene on top, followed by some news clippings, a case number he had never managed to find. Most likely destroyed or locked down as confidential, and various other little bits. Either way he ran her through what he knew, it had been somewhat a massacre, a mess, and it stated that he was found very young in a room full of blood, covered in it, his mind broken as Harry carried him out. It had taken him a while after to even start to warm up to Deb and her father. But they still kept on trying, as he was declared now a Morgan. He fell silent letting her take it all in before speaking once more I could however for days tell you about Harry but for now, what about those scars Melia I want to know more about you