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Hungry Challenge - Dexter (TV Series): Fanfic: Debra is(n't yet) Dead
Title: Debra is(n't yet) Dead
Fandom: Dexter: Original Sin (TV Series)
Rating: An incredibly strong M!
Length: 2,513 words
Content notes: ....Okay, this list is gonna be a long one. Most chiefly of all, this has spoilers for Episode 1 of Dexter: Original Sin as this is a loose rewrite of said episode. Also has turbo spoilers for Dexter: New Blood due to the first bit. Lesser but still important warnings are for the depiction of killings (one animal, a few humans), an attempted assault and drugging, an attempted poisoning and a good heaping of Dexter-typical things. So please be cautious when reading!!
Author notes: So... I got inspired weirdly enough to write this after my roommate sat down and watched the new Dexter prequel TV show. Aka the Dark Debra Swap AU prolly nobody asked for. Because I am kinda skittish despite being a Dexter viewer for a long time, I only rewrote the first ep of Original Sin with the AU premise. I.. uh.. hope this is good.
Also sidenote this was SUPPOSED to have formatting in the story itself but DW was being a jerk so consider this the No-Italics Cut.
Summary: Debra Morgan, in the middle of almost dying, recounts her early life and first kill, in a world where Dexter got help in time.
--
Her nephew kills her.
At the very least, that’s what she wanted at first.
Her slender self is slowly bleeding out, ruining the back of the police car as her eyelids keep fluttering between life and death. There’s a hole in her pitch black sweater (it isn’t mine, it’s Dexter’s), quickly amending that she kept it after fleeing Miami.
(Somehow full circle. My family killed me, as I killed my family.)
Her dim view of life gets fainter by the second as she remembers the bullet from Harrison flying face first into her torso. The snow. The forest.
(I thought I’d stop crying here. Damn. I guess this is the start of my death.)
She can still hear the insane laughter of Dexter as other voices and lights flurry around her. Red and blue, red and blue, the patterns fade into something else, a distant siren, the bright operating table, maybe the heart monitor may not lie for once. She very.. nearly.. slips.. away…
(“We’ve got a pulse!”)
If Deborah “Debra” Morgan had any energy left to smirk in the purgatory she was sinking into, she’d have smirked five times over by now.
(As they say, you see your life flashing before your eyes, huh?)
(Mine must be like someone blended a Hallmark movie and a serial killer documentary. Ugh.)
–
So, her life was.. relatively normal, at first, Debra could say if she weren’t only a passenger to her memories and the dark passenger within. At first. She had a mama, and a papa. Her mom was once named..
Debra wishes she could bash her head to remember. Yes, she was called.. Doris. Her father, a detective called Harry. Life was normal for a little while until her father had no choice but to bring her someplace awful.
She protected someone that fateful day, in a very weird sense.
Her father and herself witnessed three bad people (druggies) and she had somehow left her father’s car only to accidentally prevent one of two similarly aged boys from witnessing what happened. But she saw it all.. The pool of blood. The body parts.
For a long while, she falls silent despite the gratitude of her new brother. Dexter Moser becomes Dexter Morgan, and she loses her temporary confidant Brian. So, when she is strong enough, Debra begins protecting Dexter from any and all threats while he goes through therapy and medicines and promises.
Safe to say, Dad is horrified, and makes a choice too.
The Code is born that day, when she’s killed the crow that keeps trying to steal bits of Dexter’s burger while he’s in the house with Mom. Dad makes her swear by the code, as he is a cop, and knows the dark passenger has come in the last few years since her silence was broken.
She is wickedly smart, but not as much as Dexter. Dexter and her are still miles away and different as they enter schooling years together, literally so. Dexter takes Mom’s death very hard, and deeply, shedding more tears than Dad has in a very long time. But she needs time to tackle the dark passenger, to tame her.
(I really put you through shit, huh, Dex?)
“Shit” means a lot of time lost. “Shit” means hundreds of missed decathlons and parties Dexter attends, hoping she or Dad would be there after Mom died. For protecting Dexter long ago, Dexter is still wickedly smart, but he has what she lacks. A heart. He’s just as awkward as her, but more trusting. More naive. Emotional.
Still, Dad teaches her to hunt, and a thousand other things still that she does not learn from literature and stealing Dexter’s pre-med books. One day, the two do just that while Dexter goes off to a job fair or something.
(Wish I had known he’d be my worst enemy..)
(I wish I caught things sooner.)
Dad collapses with a heart attack, and she barely manages to get him to the hospital. Dexter is upset, yelling at her when the two get home after visiting Dad.
“This is why Dad’s sick!” he yells, throwing out some of the only things she and Dad can stand. Debra bites her lip, shaking her head.
“Dex- We can barely eat as it is, you can’t throw that out! We’ll figure out something for Dad. I.. I can ask my friends at school, see if they have tofu and extra veggies.”
He pauses, chin length hair frizzy from the stress of pre-med school and Dad’s bad health. He has a package of butchered deer meat from one of her and Dad’s hunts, in a little baggie and half frozen. Dexter looks haunted, tired, and Debra doesn’t blame him.
“...Deb, this is.. One of the few things you ever help with anymore.”
He sinks to the floor, morosely picking up the wasted bacon on the tiles, and Debra doesn’t flinch at the blood. Something stirs in her belly, the memory of what happened at the party before all this. The reason for that last hunting trip.
–
Two nights before the heart attack, Dad asked her to do something for her nervous older brother. Awkward as he is, Dexter then never gets invited to parties despite his excellent alcohol tolerance and genuine ability to bond with everyone possible, unlike her having to act like she can. Debra lets her wicked bitchiness define most interactions, save for one.. Her best friend.
Sofia is beautiful and kind. She has a good sense of humor, and doesn’t mind Debra’s normal cold demeanor. Debra believes her to be a perfect match for Dexter. She reasons if she cannot get any, Dexter deserves it more. He is the romantic type, just awkward at talking to people after all the loss in his life.
So, Debra accepts this challenge, and Dexter thankfully readily agrees, and for a while, things are good during the party itself, with Dexter chatting the night away. Dexter.. starts acting weird, midway through, after grabbing his one and only drink for the evening.
For once, Debra ends up concerned, the protective edge appearing in the always swirling darkness that is her urges. The very edge that appeared the day she stuffed Dexter in the spot in Dad’s car before the druggies hurt his first Mom.
With horror, unabashed Rage with a capital R and fierce protectiveness, she finds her adopted brother likely passed the fuck out and descended upon by two (goddamned vultures) college aged women with deceptive looks to their eyes.
(Fuck you two for almost making a second dark passenger!)
The older, dying Debra of the future cheers on the seventeen year old Debra of the past, and she flies forward at the two women, smashing into them with the force she’s honed in her volleyball class. Her knuckles barely get bruised on account of the gloves she steals partway through the fight. She straddles (across the chest, don’t let the fucker move) the main instigator of the assaulters.
Time stops.
A sharp knife meant for lemons, limes and oranges. (You use it in bartending prep for small batches.)
Debra wonders if maybe gratification can be possible. Not with a kiss. Not with rubbing of the thighs. But with a stab to the heart like her brother has to do for med school. Or maybe the spleen? Whatever would do the job best. So much runs through her head. Her blood buzzes, her muscles tighten.
But then Dexter stops the moment, yelling out while likely still mostly roofied.
“Debra, stop! Stop!”
The knife gets knocked to the ground as hands push both Morgans out of the party, soundly ending that crucial, delicious moment.
Debra is still pissed, she really wanted to kill whoever dared to hurt Dexter, but the man in question is stunned. He’s sickened, face scrunched up in pain. He kneels on the sidewalk and starts puking into the grass.
She is careful, just like the day blood was taught to her as a protective force, and she holds back his hair. Dexter isn’t crying, per se, but Debra can’t parse his current expression. Not till he sits up, his face slick with sweat.
“Why?”
Debra growls toward the ruined party house, helping her brother to his feet and becoming very glad she got her driving license not too long ago.
“They were gonna hurt you, Dex. Really bad. I couldn’t.. There was no way I was gonna let them do that. Not in a million years.”
Dexter trembles with relief, shutting his eyes and trying to steel himself, she guesses.
“I’ll drive you back, Dex. Wait for me in the truck.”
Her brother nods, hands her his treasured keys, and she tries to stuff down the rage still burning inside herself when Sofia and another girl from school walk up to her.
“Holy shit..” Sofia says in both awe and concern, adjusting her dreads. “Is Dexter okay?”
“Drugged,” she says with suspicion. “Sorry, Sophs. Guess I won’t be going to more parties anytime soon.”
The other girl (Macey?) smiles approvingly, her nervous demeanor faded slightly. “But that was like, wicked timing, Debra. Nobody can get past you! Nobody protects guys when that kinda stuff happens, but you really protected your big bro.”
“Dex is important to me,” she resolves, turning towards Dexter’s blue striped truck. “He’s family. Nobody gets to hurt my family, y’know?”
“How about.. we hang out sometime, Debra?” Macey grins. “I’d feel hella safer with you around. You too, Sofia!”
She goes back inside the party, and Sofia hugs Debra, her voice relieved. “Stay safe getting home, girl. See you at school.”
“Yeah.. Thanks for the invite.” Debra lets herself smile.
–
Now, in the present, she thinks things over, and over, and over.
The Code, for one thing.
(Rule four: Killing must serve a purpose.)
Dad had made it right after that crow in lieu of taking her to a psychologist, and Debra figures he just doesn’t want to lose her or Dexter. He’d told her about Harrison.. the brother that never was. After that pool accident and everything that happened the day she met Dexter..
Debra completely understands the protective edge the dark passenger emerged from. Especially as Dad doesn’t get better. One day at home, the Miami Police Department offers carb loaded food and a job offer for Dexter, and she understands her mission clearer now.
So..
She makes her request when she is sure her Dad’s friends are gone.
“Wait, what?” Dexter raises an eyebrow, signing papers and adjusting his robes for the graduation taking place tomorrow. “You want me to buy you plastic?”
“Yeah? I’m gonna do an art project,” she lies through her teeth. “It’s gonna be messy.”
(..If you call vigilante killing art.)
She’s read Dexter’s medical books enough to know Dad is in trouble. She even stopped the nurse she hadn't trusted for a minute since Dad ended up sick.
Debra takes a breath, and thinks again of rule four of the Code in rage when she recalls the trophies she snuck off to look for. She thinks of it even more when he whispers faintly once the nurse has left, a visit taking place before the supply run.
..Stop her..
(Rule three: Targets must be killers who have evaded justice.)
Debra focuses on this as Dexter reluctantly gives her the tacks and plastic, and she adds in some new hairpins under the excuse of needing her hair tied up during the art project. But she does not have any paint, to justify the plastic coat she requested. No.
Instead, she breaks into Nurse Mary’s house with those hairpins, the day of Dexter’s graduation, so early in the morning that it’s still night. Mary comes home late, to a living room of plastic. Debra takes a special joy in knocking the nurse out.
(Potassium nitrate. What a hell of a way to go if your heart is fucked up like Dad’s.)
Mary wakes, stripped down even of her earrings, and she can’t do anything with the taped up muzzle in her mouth. Debra smirks, but in a furious way.
“Hey, Miss nurse.” She twirls a pocket knife in her hands, looking down at Mary. Again, the buzzing in her veins excites her into a dangerous territory - gratification. “Didn’t think you’d be so nonchalant about poisoning my goddamn dad.”
Debra flips open the blade, Mary lets out a very muffled scream.
“Oh, shut the fuck up. I saw your little trophies in your office, lady! I know who you are. You kill innocent people. Dad could die because of you. You get off on that, don’t you? On making people sick so you can care for them and take the credit?”
She glares, wrapping her hands around the blade and holding it above Mary’s chest. Debra has to control herself not to, quote, “get off” on this.
The kidney feels like an optimal choice. The heart too. Or the spleen..
Debra feels everything explode inside her body but her mind.
“That ends now, asshole. Goodbye.”
The buzzing quiets swiftly, but in a good way, at the same time Mary herself is quieted swiftly.
The hunger is finally satisfied, but Debra knows and realizes it won’t be satisfied forever. Still, she does her best to remember the cleanup, and getting rid of everything. The gators are the best to do that, so off she goes at 4am to finish things up. She borrows and cleans Dexter’s truck, and 6 hours later after Dexter gets his truck back, she attends Dexter’s graduation, sorely missing Dad but glad to witness his happiest day.
“Thank you, Deb,” he says simply with a smile, and she giggles and flips his tassel around, before he joins his class briefly to toss his hat up. Debra claps happily like the rest of the families here, but her inner hunger reminds her of the blood that stained her hands not too long ago.
Dad is home at last after the ceremony, brought home on a wheelchair and an aggressive diet. Dexter, though he celebrates with the last of the food from those who are now his employers, does not hear this last conversation.
“She is gone, isn’t she, Deborah?”
Debra nods darkly, crossing her arms. Dad continues.
“..How did it feel? Was it justified?”
“Followed the Code,” she replies, having thrown even those earrings away one night before now. “It felt.. right. Like I saw God.”
Dad sighs, closing his eyes and sinking into the bed.
“She was gonna kill you, Dad.”
(“They were gonna hurt Dex, Dad,” I said.)
Debra hugs him, her first genuine act in a while, and then she leaves to go to sleep. But she can hear Dad’s regret through the thin walls between his room and her own, the sobbing. This doesn’t change her feelings as she takes a well deserved bath, smirking to herself.
(My first time.. A hell of a good time to test the Code.)
(Never really did forget this one, even if I wanted so badly to keep those shitty earrings to remember.)
Fandom: Dexter: Original Sin (TV Series)
Rating: An incredibly strong M!
Length: 2,513 words
Content notes: ....Okay, this list is gonna be a long one. Most chiefly of all, this has spoilers for Episode 1 of Dexter: Original Sin as this is a loose rewrite of said episode. Also has turbo spoilers for Dexter: New Blood due to the first bit. Lesser but still important warnings are for the depiction of killings (one animal, a few humans), an attempted assault and drugging, an attempted poisoning and a good heaping of Dexter-typical things. So please be cautious when reading!!
Author notes: So... I got inspired weirdly enough to write this after my roommate sat down and watched the new Dexter prequel TV show. Aka the Dark Debra Swap AU prolly nobody asked for. Because I am kinda skittish despite being a Dexter viewer for a long time, I only rewrote the first ep of Original Sin with the AU premise. I.. uh.. hope this is good.
Also sidenote this was SUPPOSED to have formatting in the story itself but DW was being a jerk so consider this the No-Italics Cut.
Summary: Debra Morgan, in the middle of almost dying, recounts her early life and first kill, in a world where Dexter got help in time.
--
Her nephew kills her.
At the very least, that’s what she wanted at first.
Her slender self is slowly bleeding out, ruining the back of the police car as her eyelids keep fluttering between life and death. There’s a hole in her pitch black sweater (it isn’t mine, it’s Dexter’s), quickly amending that she kept it after fleeing Miami.
(Somehow full circle. My family killed me, as I killed my family.)
Her dim view of life gets fainter by the second as she remembers the bullet from Harrison flying face first into her torso. The snow. The forest.
(I thought I’d stop crying here. Damn. I guess this is the start of my death.)
She can still hear the insane laughter of Dexter as other voices and lights flurry around her. Red and blue, red and blue, the patterns fade into something else, a distant siren, the bright operating table, maybe the heart monitor may not lie for once. She very.. nearly.. slips.. away…
(“We’ve got a pulse!”)
If Deborah “Debra” Morgan had any energy left to smirk in the purgatory she was sinking into, she’d have smirked five times over by now.
(As they say, you see your life flashing before your eyes, huh?)
(Mine must be like someone blended a Hallmark movie and a serial killer documentary. Ugh.)
–
So, her life was.. relatively normal, at first, Debra could say if she weren’t only a passenger to her memories and the dark passenger within. At first. She had a mama, and a papa. Her mom was once named..
Debra wishes she could bash her head to remember. Yes, she was called.. Doris. Her father, a detective called Harry. Life was normal for a little while until her father had no choice but to bring her someplace awful.
She protected someone that fateful day, in a very weird sense.
Her father and herself witnessed three bad people (druggies) and she had somehow left her father’s car only to accidentally prevent one of two similarly aged boys from witnessing what happened. But she saw it all.. The pool of blood. The body parts.
For a long while, she falls silent despite the gratitude of her new brother. Dexter Moser becomes Dexter Morgan, and she loses her temporary confidant Brian. So, when she is strong enough, Debra begins protecting Dexter from any and all threats while he goes through therapy and medicines and promises.
Safe to say, Dad is horrified, and makes a choice too.
The Code is born that day, when she’s killed the crow that keeps trying to steal bits of Dexter’s burger while he’s in the house with Mom. Dad makes her swear by the code, as he is a cop, and knows the dark passenger has come in the last few years since her silence was broken.
She is wickedly smart, but not as much as Dexter. Dexter and her are still miles away and different as they enter schooling years together, literally so. Dexter takes Mom’s death very hard, and deeply, shedding more tears than Dad has in a very long time. But she needs time to tackle the dark passenger, to tame her.
(I really put you through shit, huh, Dex?)
“Shit” means a lot of time lost. “Shit” means hundreds of missed decathlons and parties Dexter attends, hoping she or Dad would be there after Mom died. For protecting Dexter long ago, Dexter is still wickedly smart, but he has what she lacks. A heart. He’s just as awkward as her, but more trusting. More naive. Emotional.
Still, Dad teaches her to hunt, and a thousand other things still that she does not learn from literature and stealing Dexter’s pre-med books. One day, the two do just that while Dexter goes off to a job fair or something.
(Wish I had known he’d be my worst enemy..)
(I wish I caught things sooner.)
Dad collapses with a heart attack, and she barely manages to get him to the hospital. Dexter is upset, yelling at her when the two get home after visiting Dad.
“This is why Dad’s sick!” he yells, throwing out some of the only things she and Dad can stand. Debra bites her lip, shaking her head.
“Dex- We can barely eat as it is, you can’t throw that out! We’ll figure out something for Dad. I.. I can ask my friends at school, see if they have tofu and extra veggies.”
He pauses, chin length hair frizzy from the stress of pre-med school and Dad’s bad health. He has a package of butchered deer meat from one of her and Dad’s hunts, in a little baggie and half frozen. Dexter looks haunted, tired, and Debra doesn’t blame him.
“...Deb, this is.. One of the few things you ever help with anymore.”
He sinks to the floor, morosely picking up the wasted bacon on the tiles, and Debra doesn’t flinch at the blood. Something stirs in her belly, the memory of what happened at the party before all this. The reason for that last hunting trip.
–
Two nights before the heart attack, Dad asked her to do something for her nervous older brother. Awkward as he is, Dexter then never gets invited to parties despite his excellent alcohol tolerance and genuine ability to bond with everyone possible, unlike her having to act like she can. Debra lets her wicked bitchiness define most interactions, save for one.. Her best friend.
Sofia is beautiful and kind. She has a good sense of humor, and doesn’t mind Debra’s normal cold demeanor. Debra believes her to be a perfect match for Dexter. She reasons if she cannot get any, Dexter deserves it more. He is the romantic type, just awkward at talking to people after all the loss in his life.
So, Debra accepts this challenge, and Dexter thankfully readily agrees, and for a while, things are good during the party itself, with Dexter chatting the night away. Dexter.. starts acting weird, midway through, after grabbing his one and only drink for the evening.
For once, Debra ends up concerned, the protective edge appearing in the always swirling darkness that is her urges. The very edge that appeared the day she stuffed Dexter in the spot in Dad’s car before the druggies hurt his first Mom.
With horror, unabashed Rage with a capital R and fierce protectiveness, she finds her adopted brother likely passed the fuck out and descended upon by two (goddamned vultures) college aged women with deceptive looks to their eyes.
(Fuck you two for almost making a second dark passenger!)
The older, dying Debra of the future cheers on the seventeen year old Debra of the past, and she flies forward at the two women, smashing into them with the force she’s honed in her volleyball class. Her knuckles barely get bruised on account of the gloves she steals partway through the fight. She straddles (across the chest, don’t let the fucker move) the main instigator of the assaulters.
Time stops.
A sharp knife meant for lemons, limes and oranges. (You use it in bartending prep for small batches.)
Debra wonders if maybe gratification can be possible. Not with a kiss. Not with rubbing of the thighs. But with a stab to the heart like her brother has to do for med school. Or maybe the spleen? Whatever would do the job best. So much runs through her head. Her blood buzzes, her muscles tighten.
But then Dexter stops the moment, yelling out while likely still mostly roofied.
“Debra, stop! Stop!”
The knife gets knocked to the ground as hands push both Morgans out of the party, soundly ending that crucial, delicious moment.
Debra is still pissed, she really wanted to kill whoever dared to hurt Dexter, but the man in question is stunned. He’s sickened, face scrunched up in pain. He kneels on the sidewalk and starts puking into the grass.
She is careful, just like the day blood was taught to her as a protective force, and she holds back his hair. Dexter isn’t crying, per se, but Debra can’t parse his current expression. Not till he sits up, his face slick with sweat.
“Why?”
Debra growls toward the ruined party house, helping her brother to his feet and becoming very glad she got her driving license not too long ago.
“They were gonna hurt you, Dex. Really bad. I couldn’t.. There was no way I was gonna let them do that. Not in a million years.”
Dexter trembles with relief, shutting his eyes and trying to steel himself, she guesses.
“I’ll drive you back, Dex. Wait for me in the truck.”
Her brother nods, hands her his treasured keys, and she tries to stuff down the rage still burning inside herself when Sofia and another girl from school walk up to her.
“Holy shit..” Sofia says in both awe and concern, adjusting her dreads. “Is Dexter okay?”
“Drugged,” she says with suspicion. “Sorry, Sophs. Guess I won’t be going to more parties anytime soon.”
The other girl (Macey?) smiles approvingly, her nervous demeanor faded slightly. “But that was like, wicked timing, Debra. Nobody can get past you! Nobody protects guys when that kinda stuff happens, but you really protected your big bro.”
“Dex is important to me,” she resolves, turning towards Dexter’s blue striped truck. “He’s family. Nobody gets to hurt my family, y’know?”
“How about.. we hang out sometime, Debra?” Macey grins. “I’d feel hella safer with you around. You too, Sofia!”
She goes back inside the party, and Sofia hugs Debra, her voice relieved. “Stay safe getting home, girl. See you at school.”
“Yeah.. Thanks for the invite.” Debra lets herself smile.
–
Now, in the present, she thinks things over, and over, and over.
The Code, for one thing.
(Rule four: Killing must serve a purpose.)
Dad had made it right after that crow in lieu of taking her to a psychologist, and Debra figures he just doesn’t want to lose her or Dexter. He’d told her about Harrison.. the brother that never was. After that pool accident and everything that happened the day she met Dexter..
Debra completely understands the protective edge the dark passenger emerged from. Especially as Dad doesn’t get better. One day at home, the Miami Police Department offers carb loaded food and a job offer for Dexter, and she understands her mission clearer now.
So..
She makes her request when she is sure her Dad’s friends are gone.
“Wait, what?” Dexter raises an eyebrow, signing papers and adjusting his robes for the graduation taking place tomorrow. “You want me to buy you plastic?”
“Yeah? I’m gonna do an art project,” she lies through her teeth. “It’s gonna be messy.”
(..If you call vigilante killing art.)
She’s read Dexter’s medical books enough to know Dad is in trouble. She even stopped the nurse she hadn't trusted for a minute since Dad ended up sick.
Debra takes a breath, and thinks again of rule four of the Code in rage when she recalls the trophies she snuck off to look for. She thinks of it even more when he whispers faintly once the nurse has left, a visit taking place before the supply run.
..Stop her..
(Rule three: Targets must be killers who have evaded justice.)
Debra focuses on this as Dexter reluctantly gives her the tacks and plastic, and she adds in some new hairpins under the excuse of needing her hair tied up during the art project. But she does not have any paint, to justify the plastic coat she requested. No.
Instead, she breaks into Nurse Mary’s house with those hairpins, the day of Dexter’s graduation, so early in the morning that it’s still night. Mary comes home late, to a living room of plastic. Debra takes a special joy in knocking the nurse out.
(Potassium nitrate. What a hell of a way to go if your heart is fucked up like Dad’s.)
Mary wakes, stripped down even of her earrings, and she can’t do anything with the taped up muzzle in her mouth. Debra smirks, but in a furious way.
“Hey, Miss nurse.” She twirls a pocket knife in her hands, looking down at Mary. Again, the buzzing in her veins excites her into a dangerous territory - gratification. “Didn’t think you’d be so nonchalant about poisoning my goddamn dad.”
Debra flips open the blade, Mary lets out a very muffled scream.
“Oh, shut the fuck up. I saw your little trophies in your office, lady! I know who you are. You kill innocent people. Dad could die because of you. You get off on that, don’t you? On making people sick so you can care for them and take the credit?”
She glares, wrapping her hands around the blade and holding it above Mary’s chest. Debra has to control herself not to, quote, “get off” on this.
The kidney feels like an optimal choice. The heart too. Or the spleen..
Debra feels everything explode inside her body but her mind.
“That ends now, asshole. Goodbye.”
The buzzing quiets swiftly, but in a good way, at the same time Mary herself is quieted swiftly.
The hunger is finally satisfied, but Debra knows and realizes it won’t be satisfied forever. Still, she does her best to remember the cleanup, and getting rid of everything. The gators are the best to do that, so off she goes at 4am to finish things up. She borrows and cleans Dexter’s truck, and 6 hours later after Dexter gets his truck back, she attends Dexter’s graduation, sorely missing Dad but glad to witness his happiest day.
“Thank you, Deb,” he says simply with a smile, and she giggles and flips his tassel around, before he joins his class briefly to toss his hat up. Debra claps happily like the rest of the families here, but her inner hunger reminds her of the blood that stained her hands not too long ago.
Dad is home at last after the ceremony, brought home on a wheelchair and an aggressive diet. Dexter, though he celebrates with the last of the food from those who are now his employers, does not hear this last conversation.
“She is gone, isn’t she, Deborah?”
Debra nods darkly, crossing her arms. Dad continues.
“..How did it feel? Was it justified?”
“Followed the Code,” she replies, having thrown even those earrings away one night before now. “It felt.. right. Like I saw God.”
Dad sighs, closing his eyes and sinking into the bed.
“She was gonna kill you, Dad.”
(“They were gonna hurt Dex, Dad,” I said.)
Debra hugs him, her first genuine act in a while, and then she leaves to go to sleep. But she can hear Dad’s regret through the thin walls between his room and her own, the sobbing. This doesn’t change her feelings as she takes a well deserved bath, smirking to herself.
(My first time.. A hell of a good time to test the Code.)
(Never really did forget this one, even if I wanted so badly to keep those shitty earrings to remember.)