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"He was playing catch with me, showing all of us just how good he was and telling one of us- me - that he was watching. I know what you did, and I can do it, too. Better.
I suppose that should have worried me a little.
It didn't.
It made me feel almost giddy, like a high-school girl watching as the captain of the footbal team worked up his nerve to ask for a date. You mean me? Little old me? Oh my stars, really? Pardon me while I flutter my eyelashes.
I took a deap breath and tried to remind myself that I was a good girl and I didn't do those things. But I knew he did them, and I truly wanted to go out with him. Please, Harry?
Because far beyond simply doing some interesting things with a new friend, I needed to find this killer. I had to see him, talk to him, prove to myself that he was real and that -
That What?
That he wasn't me?
That I was not the one doing such terrible, interesting things?
Why would I think that? It was beyond stupid; it was completely unworthy of the attention of my once-proud brain. Except - now that the idea was actually rattling around in there, I couldn't get the thought to sit down and behave. What if it really was me? What if I had somehow done these things without knowing it? Impossible, of course, absolutely impossible, but -
I suppose that should have worried me a little.
It didn't.
It made me feel almost giddy, like a high-school girl watching as the captain of the footbal team worked up his nerve to ask for a date. You mean me? Little old me? Oh my stars, really? Pardon me while I flutter my eyelashes.
I took a deap breath and tried to remind myself that I was a good girl and I didn't do those things. But I knew he did them, and I truly wanted to go out with him. Please, Harry?
Because far beyond simply doing some interesting things with a new friend, I needed to find this killer. I had to see him, talk to him, prove to myself that he was real and that -
That What?
That he wasn't me?
That I was not the one doing such terrible, interesting things?
Why would I think that? It was beyond stupid; it was completely unworthy of the attention of my once-proud brain. Except - now that the idea was actually rattling around in there, I couldn't get the thought to sit down and behave. What if it really was me? What if I had somehow done these things without knowing it? Impossible, of course, absolutely impossible, but -
I wake up at the sink, washing blood off my hands after a "dream" in wich I carefully and gleefully got blood all over my hands doing things I ordinarily only dream about doing. Somehow I know things about the whole string of murders, things I couldn't possibly know unless -
Unless nothing. Take a tranquilizer, Dexter. Start again. Breathe, you silly creature; in with the good air, out with the bad. It was nothing but one more sympton of my recent feeble-mindedness. I was merely going prematurely senile from the strain of all my clean living. Granted I had experienced one or two moments of human stupidity in the last few weekd. So what? It didn't necessarily prove that I was human. Or that I had been creatinve in my sleep.
No, of course not. Quite right; it meant nothing of the kind. So, um-what did it mean?"
"Talk to me, I whispered to the Dark Passenger. Tell me what you have done."
Unless nothing. Take a tranquilizer, Dexter. Start again. Breathe, you silly creature; in with the good air, out with the bad. It was nothing but one more sympton of my recent feeble-mindedness. I was merely going prematurely senile from the strain of all my clean living. Granted I had experienced one or two moments of human stupidity in the last few weekd. So what? It didn't necessarily prove that I was human. Or that I had been creatinve in my sleep.
No, of course not. Quite right; it meant nothing of the kind. So, um-what did it mean?"
"Talk to me, I whispered to the Dark Passenger. Tell me what you have done."
"A mirror, a Barbie, and drywall.
Three kills.
Bone dry.
Hello, Dexter."
"Had I done this?
It was beautiful - in a terrible sort of way, of course. But still, the arrangement was perfect, compelling, beautifully bloodless. It showed great wit and wonderful sense of composition. Somebody had gone to a lot of trouble to make this into real work of art. Somebody with style, talent, and a morbid sense of playfulness. In my whole life I had only known of one such somebody.
Could that someboy possibly be darkly dreaming Dexter?"
Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Jeff Lindsay
Three kills.
Bone dry.
Hello, Dexter."
"Had I done this?
It was beautiful - in a terrible sort of way, of course. But still, the arrangement was perfect, compelling, beautifully bloodless. It showed great wit and wonderful sense of composition. Somebody had gone to a lot of trouble to make this into real work of art. Somebody with style, talent, and a morbid sense of playfulness. In my whole life I had only known of one such somebody.
Could that someboy possibly be darkly dreaming Dexter?"
Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Jeff Lindsay
