Hunting Knife, Meat Cleaver, Bone Saw, Garrote, Jujitsu and other grappling techniques such as Judo.
Darkly Dreaming Dexter 2006
Blood Spatter Analyst for The Miami Police Department; Serial Killer Vigilante known as "The Bay Harbor Butcher"
Tied with Hannibal Lecter, Victorious over Saeko Busujima, Norman Bates, Fuminori Sakisaka and Shion Sonozaki. Defeated by Rorschach. Will fight Anton Chigurh and Victor Zsasz. In combat with Hannibal Lecter (TV Series).
After seeing his mother brutally killed and left inside the cargo with mangled corpse covered in blood at a very early age, Dexter was rescued by Officer Harry Morgan who arrived on the scene and taken the young child under his care after the tragic accident; At a very early age Dexter began to show signs of being a psychopath by killing the neighbor's dog when it's loud barking bothered his sickly mother, worrying about what would become of his foster son Harry Morgan began to teach Dexter on how to become "normal" and to focus his killing urges on those who "deserve" it in order to survive. Now in his Mid 30's, Dexter Morgan is a Blood Spatter Analyst for the Miami Police Department by day who moonlights as a serial killer vigilante by night.
Battle vs. Hannibal Lecter (By MrPacheco101)Edit
"The moon seems full tonight."
Dexter is sitting in his SUV spying on a villa off the coast of Miami Beach; his prey is considered to be his most dangerous and elusive he ever encountered. Within the villa former psychatrist Hannibal Lecter is eating a plate of liver and fava beans to his enjoyment, ubeknowst to him Dexter is behind him lying in wait with is garrote. Dexter then pounces on the cannibal killer, but he realises his presence and moves out of the way and elbows Dexter in the face causing him to be knocked back.
"Well, Well, Well, I never thought I would have anymore guests coming over tonight?" Hannibal says as he began to reach for the knife on the table.
"Yeah, but I wasnt really invited though." Dexter said back. Then grabs a knife from his pocket then takes a swipe at Hannibal.
Ah, I see well thats too bad then." Hannibal then grabs Dexter's arm and tries to stab him, but Dexter also grabs his arm. Locked in a struggle Dexter head butts Hannibal causing him to stagger back then slashes his arm. Hannibal held his arm in pain and sees Dexter ready to strike again, but he grabs Dexter by the arm and throws him in the ground then starts punching him in the face. Dexter then kicks Hannibal back and gets up wiping the blood off his face.
"My you are not like the people I met throughout the years" Hannibal says as he runs his fingers across his face, feeling the blood fickle between his finger " I might say that you are just like me, chap." he said grinning.
"I may not be like the people you've met, but your the kind of guy i find skulking in a deep dark corner waiting for tiny scraps to come by." Dexter says then charges at the cannibal doctor and swipes a left hook.
Hannibal dodges the attack and gets behind Dexter and grapples him in a headlock; Dexter is trying to break free from his grasp,but much to his suprise Hannibal just wont budge.
"Ha ha it seems I've outdone you boy!" Hannibal said as he tightens his grip"Now at least before i let you go let me tell a story about a beautiful woman I've met so recently."Dexter is still trying to find his way out.
"It was a friday afternoon and this woman from Homicide Department came to my door, I think her name was Deborah ,yes, Deborah Morgan i presume."Dexters eyes began to widen and Hannibal recognizes the sign."Oh Ho! it seems you must have some kinde of relationship with this woman i presume, well then you must want me continue."
"Now as i was sayin, this woman named Deborah came to my door and wanted me to ask a couple a questions, so I obliged" Dexter expression began to swril between fear and anger." I let her in my home and answered her questions, but she wanted more than i expected you see."Hannibal senses Dexter's mixed emotions and smilies " It seems she knew my motives here in this robust city and wanted to take me down, but i couldn't let that happen so...... I silenced her." Dexter hears this in a state of shock."Deborah" he thought. The only close thing he had to family.
"But i couldn't let this beautiful, gorgeous, body go to waste." Hannibal goes on."So I took it down to the basement and chopped out the most delicate ,important, and the most suculent a body like this could offer." Hannibal paused " So tonight i ate her liver and I must say before you suprised earlier, it was the most delicious i ever had."
"Deborah" Dexter thought as his mind began to swirl with thoughts of those important to him he lost, His foster Father harry, his wife Rita, his biological mother, and now his foster sister the only close renmant of a family he onced had gone.
"What are you gonna do now Dexter?" a voice said
Dexter looks up and see's an image of his Foster Father Harry.
"Are you gonna let him kill you ,Dex?" Harry asked " He killed the only thing you ever had to a family" Dexter looks at him with anger in his eyes " No." he said and spots a knife on the table.
Hannibal sees a flash a blue and red across the window "Well it seems the men in blue are here it seems i have to cut our visit shor--" Hannibal yells in pain as Dexter plunges a knife in his shoulder causing him to lose his grip; Dexter then punches Hannibal twice in the stomach then in the face causing him to be knocked back."I'm gonna leave you in pieces for these guys to pick up" Dexter said then tries to stab Hannibal.
Hannibal then elbows Dexter in the stomach and lands a uppercut on his chin knocking him down." No my friend I tend to live a peaceful life without all this ruckus" Hannibal said as he grabbed a chair from the ground " So I bid you farewell Mr.Morgan" he said then slammes the chair on Dexter knocking him unconcious.
"Dexter? Dexter? Hey Dexter come on man wake up man." a voice calls out.
Dexter groggles and opens up his eyes to see Det. Angel Batista, FBI Agent Clarice Starling, and an investigation room cleaning up the mess.
"Dexter Whoo man you gave me a scare hombre,how did you get here man?" Batista said.
"Ugh. I got a call from Deborah sayin to come up here" Dexter lies as he started to get up."Where is she any way" he asked.
Batista looks down in sorrow " I don't know how to say this but she's gone man.Same goes for the bastard who done this to her. I'm sorry man."
"I see." Dexter said solemly , then looks at the moon hoovering above.
"The moon looks full tonight and its presence is ever so clear"
Winner:Tie: it seems Hannibal got away from Dexter before he could do anything to him or he can do anything to Dexter.
Battle vs. Saeko Busujima (By MrPacheco101)Edit
The Battle takes place between the 3rd and 4 th season of the Dexter series, and takes place in a alternate Highschool of the Dead where the zombie outbreak did not happen.
“Tonight’s the night. Its gonna happen”
In a abandoned dojo Dexter is preparing his kill site, coating the walls with clear plastic tarpaulin to catch the spilled blood, covering the floor with newspaper to soak up all the blood dripping on the floor, setting up the table for his victim to lay, placing photos to adorn the killers guilty conscious, and a some biodegradable garbage bags to wrap his victim’s remains in. The target has been on Dexter’s list for such a long, but now the time has come to get what she deserves.
Name: Saeko Busujima
Occupation: senior student at Fuijimi High School, president of the Fuijimi Kendo Club, and former champion of the Kyoto Kendo Tournament.
Nov.12 2005: a man attacked Mrs. Busujima on her way home, she defended herself with her bokku and cracked the man’s ribcage puncturing his lung and crushed his skull causing severe brain damage, the man died before he was evacuated to the hospital; Ms. Busujima was acquitted of first degree manslaughter under the fact she was “defending” herself.
Nov.27 2005: during practice in the Kendo Club Ms. Busujima severely injured a fellow male student, he was rushed into the ambulance, but died before he was admitted in to the hospital. No charges were presses against Ms. Busujima under the fact that the death was labeled “accidental”.
Dec.30 2005: a man in his late 40s was found dead in a dark alley, his temple was caved in, both legs broken, arm twisted outward, and his back broken in three places. Ms. Busujima was the only witness who found the dead body in the alley, some people were suspicious that ms. Busujima was the culprit, but no evidence pointed her to the case so the death was labeled “Theft and Robbery”, but nothing was taken.
“Your time has come Ms. Busujima and there’s no escaping this time.” Dexter thought to himself as checks his knifes’ sharpness.
Dexter is picking the lock of Saeko’s house with ease, meanwhile inside the house Saeko wearing a violet kimono with a eloquent floral design is meditating in a private shrine her house; she holds a katana from her family’s collection to practice with after meditating. Unbeknownst to her Dexter is slowly creeping up on Saeko with his garrote in hand and ready to strike, Saeko unsheathes a third of a blade and sees a image of a Dexter creeping up behind her, Saeko then unsheathes the katana and strikes at him, but Dexter barely dodges the attack and drops the garrote on the floor. “Shit! Not good.” Dexter thought to himself now realizing that his victim know he is here. Saeko gets up off the floor and turns to face the serial killer.” I suggest you leave while you have the chance.” Saeko said with her cold blue eyes staring straight into Dexters. ”Not yet.” Dexter said then points at her. “Not without you.” A smirk appears across Saeko’s face “Suit yourself.” She said then charges at Dexter and tries to slash him, but he dodges the attack then pulls out a knife from his back pocket and tries to slash the wrist holding the katana until Saeko blocks the attack with it and pushes him back. Saeko then tries to impale the sword into Dexter’s chest, but he moves out the way and gets behind the young swordswoman and gets her in a headlock; Dexter then squeezes Saeko’s neck trying to cut the blood circulation from the brain to make her unconscious, realizing she must do something fast Saeko stomps on Dexter’s foot causing him to loose his grip around her neck, then elbows him in the stomach causing him to groan in pain, finally turning around and slashes Dexter in the chest. Dexter yelps in pain and puts his hand across his wound, he then looks up and sees Saeko charging at him with the katana over her head and ready to strike. Saeko then swings the sword down at Dexter, but the serial killer grabs the arm holding the blade before it can touch him and twists it causing Saeko to drop the weapon, and finally throws her facedown on the ground. Dexter grabs the garrote laying on the floor and wraps it around the young girl’s neck; Saeko then starts to suffocate and scratches her neck to get the noose off, but with no success. Saeko’s eyes began to close, her struggles become weaker, until finally she loses conscious. Dexter then looses the noose and drags the unconscious girl into his planned kill site.
Saeko wakes up and finds herself naked on a table in a empty dojo wrapped in plastic, she tries to move her body only to realize that her body is also wrapped in plastic. ”Where am I?” she thought to herself, Saeko then starts to scan the room and sees pictures of her victim and a array of tools laying on a tray.” Where the hell am I?” she said “Your awake.” A voice said. Saeko turns her head around and sees Dexter sitting in chair wearing a lab apron and gloves.” Who are you?” Saeko said sternly.” Who? Me?” Dexter said then gets up off the chair “ Just someone who’ll pass judgment on what you have done.” He said as he grabs a scaple from the tray and gets behind the trapped girl. Saeko then turns her head to face the photos of her past victim.” Heh, I knew I’ll be caught someday, but not like this” She said with a light tone.” Yeah that’s what most of them say sometimes.” Dexter says then lightly slices Saeko’s right cheek. “Ah.” Saeko squeals when she is cut, then Dexter takes a drop of blood from the wound and puts it on a slide. ”It seems you have been doing this a long time.” Saeko said looking at the precision of her captor’s work.” Talking won’t get you anywhere.” Dexter said as he grabs a knife from the tray.” Your right, but at least I know I have something that makes me whole.” Saeko said looking at her captor. ”What is that?” Dexter question. “ The feeling.” Saeko said. “ The feeling u get being on top of those who are weak.” A wicked smile creeps up on her face. “ The feeling of being drunk on power!” Her eyes began to be filled with madness. “ The feeling of that unquenchable pleasure that thrives in your heart!” Saeko yells, then looks at Dexter with her cold, blue eyes. “ You know that feeling, don’t you?” She said. A grin appears on Dexter appears on his face as he puts a ball of cotton in the young psychopaths mouth to keep her from speaking anymore. “ I know that feeling Saeko.” Dexter said brushing Saeko’s cheek. “ But unlike you…” Dexter then holds the knife up in the air. “ I know how to control it.” Then plunges the knife into her chest, killing her instantly; her eyes still cold as before. Dexter then takes the knife out of her chest and puts it in the tray, he then takes out the saw cutter. “ Showtime.” Dexter said then turns it on.
Dexter is driving his boat far away from the shoreline into the deep murky depths with garbage bags full of Saeko’s remain. Dexter stops the boat and throws the bags into the murky water depth where they will be engulfed by the oceanic trench, he then looks at the moon with a smile
“Tonight, was a good night.”
Battle vs Shion Sonozaki (by BattleGames1)Edit
Soundtrack for this scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Va3-PF09pXw
A chemical plant, the Everglades, 10:32pm
It was a long day's work and rest was needed. "OK, sir. You've got a meeting with the Governor tomorrow to discuss the potential future of this company and your wife has phoned in asking to bring home the groceries..." the secretary briefed Mr Tynsdale. "Ah yes, I mustn't forget those things..." Tynsdale grunted as he donned his trenchcoat. Outside the window, drips of rain were bucketting down on the swamps around him. "Do you have your umbrella here, Mabel?"
"Yes sir I do" she replied
"Good. May I duck under it to get to my vehicle?"
A clap of thunder rang out. Everything went dark. "Ah..." Tynsdale exclaimed "Well... getting out of this place shouldn't be a hassle..."
He suddenly craned his neck when he heard a sound. It was certainly unnatural but where it came from, he didn't seem to like it too much.
"Sir?" Mabel whispered.
"Get security here. Something's going on upstairs." Tynsdale beckoned his secretary, who immediately jogged out down the hallway, turning left before disappearing. Between the claps of thunder and lightning, Mr Tynsdale could only make out feet lightly tapping on the ceiling... or was it just rain?
He straightened his jacket trying to calm his nerves and soothe his heart. He looked outside and saw the rain pour incessantly, distorting the natural beauty that is the swamps. Goosebumps started to raise all over his body as if to tell him something's gone wrong. Taking his gloves off the window, Mr Tynsdale slowly crept out of his office.
The flashes of lightning were the only light source he had to rely on as he slowly made his way down the corridor. His heart started racing. Something was definitely wrong.
"Sir?" a voice rang out. "The security team has just been knocked out!"
"Mabel?" Mr Tynsdale shouted as he clutched the white wall next to him for support. His heart beated even faster, nostrils were flaring as if to signal danger.
Suddenly as the next flash of lightning struck a mysterious figure walked out into his field of vision. Like a phantom, it slowly moved towards Mr Tynsdale. In between flashes, Mr Tynsdale could make out some features of her but other than that, she was wearing a simple burglar's outfit. He collapsed to the ground in shock and anguish as the feminine figure made her way towards him.
"And Mabel's dead!" she said. Her face was now directly in front of him. A squeal escaped from his mouth as he stared into her soulless, blue eyes. He could feel her cold breath through the balaclava.
"Which leaves you..." Shion continued, a sinister tone being hinted at "...for easy pickings!"
Mr Tynsdale tried to scream but it was no use. She already placed a chloroformed cloth in his mouth leaving him blanking out.
The following morning...
Dexter stood by the stove of his kitchen, preparing his morning meal.
They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day... I think so too... the way the meat and eggs fall into your pan and sizzle away... the flavours that burst out of nectarine juice and into your mouth... the aroma of coffee beans brewing to perfection... and the smoothness of metal that flows through your flesh and skin. Most humans don't take the time to stop and take in all these strange new delights.
Digesting the food, Dexter closed his eyes in contemplation.
And then the phone rings... reality rushes back into your mind and then work begins. For me, that work tends to involve police coming across the scene of a murder and the Department asks me to help them.
Upon hearing the call, Dexter drove away passing by the city and its sights.
The places I get taken too are too ordinary... they dehumanise the soul and make humans work like machines... the yellow sun outside shines on the monotone coloured walls and the plastic objects... I do not understand why humans choose to live this existence with artifical colour clouding their minds... and yet I feel satisfied, like everything is meant to be...
A little variety doesn't hurt the soul when taken moderately... And today, I think I'm about to get a piece of this...
Silverline Chemical Processing Plant, 8:32am
Dexter's car pulled up on the side of the road near a river. As soon as he got out, the stench that came from the swampy areas pentrated his nostrils which flared in disgust. With a little wince to this apparent odour, Dexter stepped out of the car. The river in front of him is serene and peaceful this morning. As the sun shines from behind it, the birds come flying out of their roosts and the stream of water moves ever so slowly.
The Florida Everglades... home to some of nature's wildest animals... above all...
Dexter turned around and in front of his car was the longest line of people he had ever seen.
Paparazzos from all over the US flocked to see the terrible atrocity that happened at the Silverlines Plant. Addressing them was none other than Lieutenant LaGuerta, trying to ever be so gentle and yet so direct with the press.
"What happened here last night was a very heinous crime indeed. Vincent Tynsdale, the CEO of Silverline Industries, has indeed been kidnapped forcibly from his office. His secetary, Miss Mabel Jones, was murdered so that the kidnapper may get to him. Our hearts go out to the families of these victims..."
Keep at it LaGuerta. Feed the machine.
After blankly staring at LaGuerta for a few seconds, Dexter's attention was diverted to a strange-looking vehicle just near the entrance to the plant. It looked like a truck, had the parts of a truck and yet in the back, it strangely wasn't one. Coming closer to inspect this new gizmo, Dexter then got the attention of Sergeant Doakes and Detective Batista, looking as plain as ever.
"About damn you showed up Morgan!" Doakes grunted.
"Well at least the princess made it to our little ball, eh Dexter?" quipped Batista before he scruffed up Dexter's hair and patted him on the back. Doakes however was not impressed.
"So, uh, what's this thing we got here?" Dexter walked up to the boxed rear of the vehicle.
"This is the new toy that the Department lent to us. They call it a mobile crime lab..." Batista explained as he followed Dexter.
Dexter knocked his fist on the door.
The cold metal here feels exactly like that of a prison bus. And yet strange enough it isn't a prison bus but some "mobile crime laboratory". I just don't get it with humans and their new innovations...
A few seconds after the knocking, Vince Masuka clambered out of the door. "Dexter. Good to see you."
"Yeah nice to see you too, Vince." Dexter faked a smile of friendship as the two shook hands. "So, uh..." Dexter craned his neck to see inside this lab.
The interior of the place was furnished to look almost exactly like the forensics lab back at the station. Desks neatly arranged, the tools of the trade (microscope, computers and all) also placed conveniently close to them. Even the walls were painted white to give it that homely feel.
"...what are you doing in there?"
"What do you think?" Vince stepped back inside his new environment "Processing the evidence that has been collected at the scene, only this time a lot faster."
Dexter stepped inside and stared rather intently at the design and detail that surrounded him. So fake and yet so real. The homeliness of the mobile lab didn't seem attractive to him. Doakes and Batista stood by the door, blatantly staring inside as Vince gave Dexter a specialised tour of all the instruments within. Hearing Vince speak about forensics is like listening to a mother ranting to her child about the importance of cleanliness - the duo looked at each other in embarassment before returning their attention to Vince's speech.
"...and here is the laptop where all the data is processed. Right now I am looking a sample from the scene the other forensics team has pulled up..."
The screen on the computer flashed a bright red for a mere split-second, indicating something has gone amiss.
"What the hell?" Dexter squinted at the screen trying to read the error message.
"Oh umm... well..." Vince struggled to find the right words but instead of blurting it out, de simply dashed to the scanning machine; a sample bag containing a lone strand of hair. Nothing seemed unusual about it at first - maybe it was a green strand of fibre that fell from a wig or something. Dexter stood helplessly as Vince looked through the microscope again at his sample.
"This can't be right..." he seemed amazed at his discovery.
"Masuka!" Doakes shouted "If you're done playing f--king tour guide, I suggest Morgan come with us now."
"Whatever you say sir..." Dexter sighed as he stepped out of the lab and into the fresh open world.
Ascending the main stairs to the building, Batista explained "OK so the vic we got here is Mabel Jones, real stunner. 26 years of age, single with no kids... makes me wonder how she got the job as a secretary for someone as powerful as Mr Tynsdale."
Yeah, it makes me wonder too... the female mind is so complex. Funny how I can understand Rita at all...
"And our kidnapping victim?" Doakes irately asked.
"Psh. Everybody knows who Vincent Tynsdale and the Silverline Company are. Chemical engineers who work hard to improve healthcare. Now that's something I want to see..." Batista cheerily remarked. The trio have made their way past wide white metallic walls and now found themselves at the top of a staircase. Right below them was the crime scene - Mabel Jones, 26 years of age.
Young classy female. Age 26. Hair as red as her own blood. Green eyes once filled with vigour and vitality, now cyan and iced over with death. Face chiseled to perfection....
"Morgan? Would you mind telling us what happened?" Doakes asked. He noticed Dexter's eyes were gazed on the dead figure at the bottom of the steps.
As Batista looked at Dexter with a grin on his face, Doakes toughened up a little. "Morgan?" and soon the blood splatter analyst snapped out of his daze. "What's the matter? Got yourself a hard on?"
"Uh..." Dexter stammered.
"Just explain to us what the f--k happened." Doakes interrupted and with that, all three detectives descended the stairs, stopping just before the body.
"Well... Mabel was busy walking up these stairs..." Dexter began, first pointing to the main stairway just beside the body "then the attacker appeared behind her from there..." he then pointed to the set of steps directly in front of them "snuck up behind her and..." he descended the stairs, stooping slightly closer to the body for a thorough examination. "...slashed her neck, severing the carotid arteries instantly."
He stood back up and looked at Batista and Doakes, who didn't seem that impressed by the talk.
"Is that it?" Doakes questioned.
"Well I can also comment that the knifework here was sloppy..." Dexter explained as he tried to re-enact the scene/ "If I were doing this... then after I slashed the neck, I would've held her steady and left her lying on her back with me having a bloody hand. Instead we see this... a face down corpse soaked in a pool of blood."
"Now that's more like it, Dex." Batista commented. It was something in Dexter's explanation that seemed to stir up Doakes attention. Before he could say anything though, a voice rang out from above.
"Uh, Sergeant... we may have a problem..." Vince motioned as he leaned over the railing.
"Be right there, Masuka. Morgan, you get more photos of the scene. Batista, with me." Doakes grunted before heading off to the exit. With the shrug of his shoulders, Batista followed suit. Dexter blankly looked in their direction before returning to the task at hand.
Another day... another chore of taking photographs. Still, the sight of death is what keeps me feeling alive...
Dexter continued snapping photos of the scene, taking absolute care that he isn't contaminating it. Soon after, the body was taken away and everyone moves towards Mr Tynsdale's area - where to them, the real heinous crime happened. Dexter on the other hand, was done.
Back in my office, back in my artificially natural habitat looking at all the bits and pieces of the scene.
Dexter flicks through the numerous photos of Mabel's body and the wounds inflicted on it. Nothing he stated earlier has been refuted upon closer inspection - a single slash wound to the neck was all that the killer needed to get that (secretary) bitch out of the way.
Testimonies from the security guards turned up no leads - they described the culprit as wearing a burglar's outfit, and having eyes of a shade of blue. One of them, even though he himself was not sure, described the killer as having a feminine figure.
To my colleagues, it seems as if the pieces don't fit together. In my mind however, they do.
I remember seeing the face of a girl with similar attributes on the car trip back.
Down along the strip, Dexter drove on. He looked to see the lovely city of Miami buzzing with activity - beach-goers on the white sand, businessmen on their way to work... the late morning ride felt like a mirage. When he reached the traffic lights however, something hit him.
The cornerside cafe also was busy, both in and out with patrons happily gorging away at their delights. They were often seen in couples. Outside the door however, was a lone woman stirring her coffee, eyes fixated on it intently. She was wearing a wide-brimmed hat but Dexter can barely see the fringes of her hair - and the color bright green popped into his mind when he got the chance. At that exact moment, a waitress walked past her. She handed the lone woman a bowl of Caesar salad. When the waitress left, the lone woman turned to thank her before returning back to her meal. Her eyes were blue as Dexter noted. For a man with a mind fixated on killing people, the 30 seconds of observation was all he needed to come to one conclusion... she must be the killer and kidnapper. I can sense it.
"Dexter?" Batista snapped him out of his train of thought "You OK man?"
"Yeah, I was just..." Dexter tried to make himself look busy "Going through these photos again."
He sifted through various photos before coming to one explicitly detailing the neck slash. "I think that looks like a mark from a hunting knife..."
"So your saying our killer went around with a hunting knife?" Batista enquired. "I gotta tell you man we can't say that's a fact for sure. But I'll take that into account."
"Thanks..." Dexter nervously replied before Batista walked away with a chuckle.
Now all I have to do is complete my homework.
Late at night, a few days after looking for and stalking his mystery girl - he finally has found the answer.
Her name according to official US documentation is Sherry Smith. I know it to be Shion Sonozaki.
Dexter took out his bag of knives and carefully unwrapped it.
She's nothing more than a cowardly fugitive from Japan. Engaging in acts of amicide is one thing. Torturing her friends is another more gruesome matter - even that picture of a young girl nailed and whipped on a cross I can't get out of my head.
Dexter carefully inspected each knife - his hunting knife, his bone saw, his cleaver, every one of them in the bag - to make sure it looked as pristine as he always has them before his latest kill.
But the cherry on top is the fact that she is a fraud and a criminal accessory. Posing as her twin sister and framing her for the murders in her village; family connections to the Yakuza... all of what I said makes me and the Dark Passenger sick.
He goes outside to check that no-one is out and about. The watch reads 12:00am. The full moon is out... and the Dark Passenger of Dexter's is about to have its thirst for blood quenched. Once he finished his surveyance, he got into the SUV, his hunting bag tucked in the passenger seat, and drove out into the night. Lights from the street lamps seemed to guide purposely guide Dexter on the right path - straight to Shion's supposed residence.
Dexter lay in wait in the SUV, looking through his binoculars at the old wooden two-storey house in front of him. All the windows were shut but Dexter could tell that the lights within were off.
Ah the Angel of Death... how she can serenely sleep on a night like this... guess I'll be her bogeyman tonight. Oh wait...
Just then, the front door creaked open. There, head peeking out into the open, was Shion herself. Garbed in clothing similar to that of her sister as seen in the photos, she walked out for a brief while to take out the garbage before hastily stumbling back inside. As soon as Dexter saw the door close, he dropped his binoculars. This was it.
Dexter stepped out of the SUV and into the cold chilly air of the night. Slowly traipsing across the road, Dexter cautiously approached the front door. Without hesitation, Dexter slowly fiddled his lock-picking tool into the lock. In a few easy seconds, Dexter jimmied the front door open hoping to make sure no-one heard the door creak.
He glanced around the hallway, carefully treading on parts of the floor that were bound not to make a noise. There were pictures of Shion on the wall, not as a mad woman but as a cute innocent lady standing by her friends and family. The furniture in the living quarters also looked properly arranged, as if Shion had OCD or something along those lines.
Dexter continued down the hall hoping he would catch Shion just when she least expect it. There was no sign of her though. Silence filled the air as Dexter began to look a bit confused.
Suddenly, his hunch paid off. From the corner of his eye, a corner of the carpet was seen to be slightly folded over. Now that was not considered clean for someone like Shion, unless...
Dexter slowly tugged the carpet back towards the door and there it was. A secret door.
Without hesitation, Dexter slowly opened the big door, hands gripping the rusty handle as firmly as he could. He didn't lift the door all the way, just enough so he could slip down the stairwell that lay below it. Once he settled himself in the dark confines of the hallway below, Dexter slowly shut the door behind him, again not wanting to get her attention.
In front of was a dim yet visible light, slowly flickering with a little buzzing noise.
Dexter took a few steps closer, making sure the crunching rocks beneath him were not too audible.
"...Please. Let me out of here. I don't know what you are talking about!" a voice huffed out.
Mr Tynsdale. He's still alive.
Dexter wasn't wrong with that hunch. He heard the sound of a whip being stretched out ready for use.
Shion let out a soft chuckle as the leather on her whip snapped into shape. Maximum pain was all she was ready to deal with - even after 4 arduous days of torture, Tynsdale was not letting up.
She circled the poor man, chained to the cross that had the now dried blood of Satoko on it. Tynsdale, now almost in a very bad shape physically, was alert with worry as Shion flung her whip in a teasingly evil manner.
"So... you drove Satoshi to suicide because he figured out you were involved in the series of disapperances in Hinamizawa and was planning to blow the whistle..." she began to solemnly explain.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I never heard of Satoshi or Hina-whatever. Just please listen to me!" Tynsdale stammered in fear.
"Even after 4 days... of me constantly lying and hiding, you still stand strong... Well that's all gonna change." Shion chuckled some more before unleashing her fury with one whipping motion.
In a split second, Mr Tynsdale cried out with agonising pain. Puncture wounds appeared on his side and blood slowly trickled from within. Tynsdale squinted with pain when Shion applied a similar treatment to his other side.
"Why... are... you... doing this?" Mr Tynsdale wheezed as the pain got to him real quick. Dexter peered on as Shion slowly crept up to Mr Tynsdale, a hunting knife now visible in her hand.
"Because, sir..." Shion teased Tynsdale with his secretary's voice "I WANT VENGEANCE!"
With that shout of words, Shion plunged her knife deep into Tynsdale's chest, effectively killing him on the spot without a breath from him escaping immediately.
Sometimes its too late to save a life.
Having enjoyed her two hours of torture, Shion dragged the scarred and bruised body of Tynsdale off the cross and back into the makeshift cell.
Now's the time.
Under the cover of the dim light, Dexter slipped into the dungeon without a sound, even as he unsheathed his garrotte. Shion, her back turned to Dexter, gently walked back to a workbench where her weapons were stored. As Dexter slowly crept upon his unsuspecting victim, Shion took out what appeared to be a syringe of yellow liquid. She raised the needle to eye-level, making sure the syringe was ejecting C-130 liquid as fresh as the day she bought it.
Timing his breathing correctly as he stood dangerously close to Shion, Dexter wrapped the string on his garrotte tightly before...
"Ugh..." Shion gasped as a string of wire was wrapped around her neck. Dropping the syringe in fright, Shion struggled as Dexter tightened his grip around the choking tool. Grunting in pain, Shion instinctively reached for her pants pocket.
Alright. Just at least three more seconds until...
"AAH!" Dexter screamed in pain as a surge of electricity hit his thigh.
Coursing its way through his body, the shock caused Dexter to loosen his grip on the garrotte and collapse to the floor. With a look of surprise on his face, he stared as Shion coughed for air before turning around to face the Butcher himself. With an evil smile and a keen eye hidden amongst her green hair, Shion giggled an evil tune.
"My my, it seems you have caught me at my finest hour..." she bragged.
"I do that a lot," Dexter replied, fixated on her sinister stare "It is usually also their last."
"Not for me this ain't!" Shion yelled as she clutched a syringe of that yellow stuff tightly in her right fist. Before she could jab Dexter in the leg however, Dexter kicked it out of the way as he lifted himself back on his feet. The yellow liquid in the tube lay in a puddle beside Dexter's shoes.
"Oh I'm sorry. I seem to have kicked you out of your drug habit." Dexter sarcastically remarked. Shion grumbled in angst. Before she could do anything however, Dexter rushed up to her and grabbed the neck. Before long, the two are locked in a mini stare for a few micro-seconds before BAM! Dexter's head collided with Shion's, sending the latter flying onto her desk. Flat on her back, Shion desparately looked around her looking for something to counter her enemy's next move. She smiled when she saw the top of the shelf beside her.
Dexter drew out his hunting knife, hoping to finish the job as quick as he could. Before he could get up close, he felt a kick in the groin. It was weak but decent enough to knock him a few steps back... and to make him drop the hunting knife. Shion sat herself up, pointing the end of the katana towards Dexter.
Oh great. A sword.
Shion leapt up from the desk back onto her two feet, the burning rage still present in her eyes and a small sliver of blood dripping from her lip. With a moment's hesitation, Shion charged at Dexter, who simply stepped out of the way. Noticing the sudden move, Shion tried to swing her weapon at him. He ducked. She missed again.
Dexter threw some air punches to throw Shion off. She saw the punches, but she did not expect what was to happen next. She charged at him again, swinging the katana but he again stepped out of the way only to grab her by the wrist. Thinking quickly, Dexter wrapped his free arm around her scrawny neck before the two of them crashed into the dungeon wall. The thud shook the room. The dim lightbulb began to swing.
Shion was trapped in a headlock but she wasn't ready to give in. With all the strength she can muster in her hand, she points the tip of the katana towards the two of them.
"That's right. Go ahead and do something stupid to get yourself killed instead of me, huh?" Dexter hoarsely whispered into Shion's ear. Her grunts became more intense as she struggled to make her way out of the headlock.
Suddenly, Shion stamped her foot against Dexter's. As another short burst of intense pain streamed through his body, Dexter once more loosened his grip on Shion allowing for her to escape his grasp. As quick as she can, she swung her katana with great force. Thud! Instead of embedding itself onto Dexter, it instead cut deep into the thick wooden wall behind him.
Dexter slowly gazed at Shion trying to wring her sword free. Having caught his breath, he smirked at Shion.
"Too slow" he remarked. In a swift motion, Dexter kicked Shion's hands free from the handle. Staggering back as the katana dislodged itself and landed under the shelf, Shion wiped the sweat from her face before unsheathing her hunting knife. In return, Dexter took out a clean butcher's knife from his kit.
Rage ran through Shion's mind. She was not prepared to let this asshole stop her from her quest of vengeance. If he stands in her way... then he doesn't want to mess me up. Shion charged again at Dexter, holding her knife up high. Before she could stab him, however, Dexter held his butcher knife up just in time to parry. Next thing Shion knows, those same positions are reversed as soon as Dexter slashed down with his butcher knife except now, the parry turned into a struggle.
So it seems the tables have turned.
Like two dancers doing the tango, Shion and Dexter slowly paced their steps. Inch by inch, Shion was stepping closer to the torture table, and a possible dead end.
Time to end this.
Dexter clenched his free hand into a fist and held it back as far as his arm could reach. In all this determination however, Dexter failed to spot something out of the corner of his eye. Shion's free hand was slowly creeping its way towards a small sledgehammer on the table. The two eyes couldn't help but fixate on each other - viewing the icy cold demons within their souls. At last Dexter swung his fist back round, making sure it was to hit the jugular. However, Shion, quicker with her hands, swung the sledgehammer first... and coming straight into contact with Dexter's abdomen.
"OW!" Dexter yelped as he stumbled back and grasped his belly in shock.
Shion held her hammer high above Dexter's head, giving herself a slight chuckle. That singular moment of Shion's self-indulgence was all Dexter needed to formulate his next move. Discarding the butcher knife, Dexter quickly leapt forward and grabbed Shion by the wrist that held her hammer. Before she could react, Dexter threw another punch, landing it straight on her cheekbone. The force behind the impact was so strong that Shion was thrown over the table, landing in what appeared to be a dried pool of blood.
Dexter breathed heavily as he stood back up.
That was some beating for a youth. Not good enough though...
Dexter smiled as he walked over to the table. Peering at Shion's body over it, it looked as if she was knocked unconscious or worse. He figured that after all that intense pain, and that show of a crazy rage, it was best to kill her there and then. Make it look like a murder-suicide pairing. Catching his breath, Dexter noticed that he was still missing his hunting knife. Must have lost it with all the fun and excitement he had. Turning towards the desk however, he saw his trinket still laying there.
Suddenly a soft moan escaped Shion's mouth. She was not dead yet, but she was stirring. Dexter, acting quickly, leapt to retrieve his knife... but not before Shion picked herself up and gripped in her hand the spiked whip. Despite her blurry vision, Shion threw the whip at Dexter. The spikes embedded themselves onto Dexter's lower thigh, again causing him great agony.
The two psycopaths lay on the floor, struggling to break free. Dexter's eyes widened as he saw the damage the whip was going to do; his skin and the denim over it began tearing away like strips of paper. He stamped his leg whip-side down on the floor in the hopes that was going to stall Shion. Sure enough, it did, and now Dexter looked for a way to break free.
Shion continued grunting as she tugged as hard as she could on the whip, even getting her own hands bloodied after gripping onto the spikes. The determined face of hers turned to surprise and urgency when she saw the man in front of her produce a sharp serrated saw. Dexter began aggressively cutting away at the leather on the whip. Not wanting her prey to get away, Shion continued tugging. Teeth clenched, Dexter put all his might onto getting out of the possible wound-trap he was in.
The spikes dug deeper into his skin. His flesh felt like it was going to break free any second. He hacked away at the whip as best as he could. Shion licked her tongue in delight as she drew the whip closer to her. Suddenly Snap! The whip broke. She cried in horror as her opponent got back onto his feet, the small slice of studded leather still stuck to his lower thigh. Dexter looked at Shion with a mixture of rage and pain in his eyes. His face was covered in spatters of blood but he didn't care. If she was going to play dirty, he was going to as well. Now, the fight is over. It's time to end this madwoman cleanly. Dexter slolwy walked over to Shion, standing right above her.
Shion looked up at the golem in front of her. That look in his eyes suggested that she was going to suffer badly. Her anger melted away into innocence as her expression became more pitiful.
"Please..." Shion quietly whispered. Tears were beginning to stream down her eyes.
"You're a sick cold-hearted murderer. You shouldn't deserve pity" was all she heard before a kick turned everything upside-down and black.
Dexter had won. It had almost cost him his life. Now what was he going to do? His veins were pulsing with adrenalin, hoping to mask the excruciating pain he just undergone.
What are the others going to say if they see me in a bad condition?
Dexter stared at the hallway behind him before eyeing the dungeon around him. Bodies of others lie in a stone cell just next to the cross. A putrid smell began to penetrate Dexter's nose. The sound of flies buzzed in his ears. Inside, Dexter was just about to feel sick.
No-one must know... or should they?
Breathing heavily, Dexter slowly walked back towards the hallway. His legs, tired from all that movement, seemed like they were going to collapse on themselves; but Dexter still kept going. Ascending the ladder, he found himself back in the light of Shion's own hallway. All that he needed to do now was to purge his skin of blood and hide all the wounds - especially the puncture wound in his thigh.
Her heart raced. Her lungs began to fill up with air. In a matter of moments, Shion was awake. Her head throbbed. Her nose and mouth bled. She opened her eyes; and there he was. The Bay Harbor Butcher. All cleaned up. She peered down at his thigh. The whip marks were evident and yet blood doesn't seem to be drawing onto the trousers. She again looked up at the sinister face in front of her. It smiled.
"Nice to know you're awake, Ms Sonozaki" Dexter said.
Shion tried to move her hand. Nothing. Her legs gave the same response.
"Do you feel it? Of course not," he continued to circle Shion's motionless body "It's because I injected a spinal epidural on you. You won't feel a thing but certain death."
Dexter knelt down beside her. Sprawled out in the open, in the same condition as it was when he kicked her onto her back. Shion looked at her hands. The whip of hers, still in one hand; the hammer and katana however, were missing.
"Oh don't mind the housekeeping. It's all there to create an illusion." Dexter whispered as his rough hands handled her face. His hunting knife became visible to her eyes. It shines with an unnatural feel. Dexter sways it to and fro in front of her eyes. Shion became fixated on it as it slowly descended onto the skin of her neck.
Dexter smiled when the knife dug itself in. Her heavy breathing became apparent as the first signs of blood appeared. Carefully, he dragged the knife a few inches up her neck, being cautious not to break the jugular veins yet.
Shion could not withstand the pain, yet she felt powerless to scream. A cold shiver ran up her spine as Dexter slowly whispered in her ear.
"There is one thing I must ask. Why do you do it?"
Shion can only turn her head and swell up in tears.
"You won't understand..." Shion huffed out "I don't think spoken words... can express the reasons..." her breathing became more drawn out as Dexter cut an incision on the other side of her neck.
"Just go... into my... study..." she gargled as blood began to enter her mouth "The answers... are there..."
Looking up at the light, Shion knew this was the end of the road for her. As she closed her eyes, she whispered "Satoshi..."
Dexter made one final slash to the carotid arteries before standing to inspect the scene. There she lay. The body of a Japanese femme fatale. Her icy cold eyes looking towards the heavens. Her green hair drenched now in her own blood. To Dexter it was almost a juxtaposition of Mabel's body, but unlike her murder, Dexter left the room and the body untouched for a purpose. How successful that may end up Dexter could not tell but all he knew for now was that his work was done.
However, something in his mind kept playing back in his mind. It was as if he didn't get the answer he deserved. Go into her study she said before she died. Maybe that was where Dexter should be. He felt uneasy about this, but as he walked back towards the door, he resigned himself to the choice.
He stared at the door. Hinged onto it was a sign that said 'Do not Enter'. However the door was slightly ajar, revealing a room that seemed to be like all the others - clean and orderly.
Let's hope you aren't lying to me.
Slowly, Dexter pushed open the door and soon, he was overcome with awe. The study floor may have been clean but the desks in front of him lay in an awful mess. Sheets of paper were messed up on the top. More ominous to Dexter as he stepped closer was a giant cork board filled with polaroid images and newspaper clippings. Stuck in the middle was the image of a young blonde adolescent boy with a word that now made sense of what Dexter heard in the dungeon: Satoshi. Dexter stared intently at his beaming face. There was a piece of red string tied around the peg that led to an article. This one had the word MISSING in its usual newspaper print.
So this was about love...
Dexter continued following the red string around the board. Newspaper images flooded Dexter's mind as he carefully studied their faces. All of those cheerful expressions, extinguished by Shion's hand; and from the picture on the desk, framed and gilded, was all of them - having a good time as friends. So what could have possibly drove this woman to kill them? And what has it got to do with Satoshi?
He scavenged through the papers on her desk. Certain words stood out in the text that spelled out something. Baby. Love. I miss you. Three x's. Signs that pointed to Satoshi... as Shion's lover. So maybe this was a crime of passion. Dexter kept looking through the scattered papers until one more stood out. It was not conversational or typed out by a journalist, but it was formal and clinical. Dexter's eyes widened when he saw the briefing. She was infected with a disease that drove her mad - the Hinamizawa Syndrome.
"Oh my god..." Dexter muttered under his breath. He had finally put the pieces together - Shion, infected with this disease, killed her friends when she thought that they were responsible for Satoshi's disappearance; but why Tynsdale unless... he was in some way responsible.
"So... you drove Satoshi to suicide because he figured out you were involved in the series of disapperances in Hinamizawa and was planning to blow the whistle" the words of Shion echoed through his mind. A crime of passion has turned into a conspiracy hunt. That was all Dexter needed to know. He looked back down at the medical paper. He suddenly smiled as if he had an epiphany.
I have set her diseased soul free
Dexter turned to walk out of the study but he stopped in his tracks at the sight of a list on the back of the door. A list that had the crossed out names of her Japanese friends. A few more Japanese names were also inscribed onto it, linked together through one single word - Tokyo. Dexter's mind then became piqued as soon as he notice Mr Tynsdale's name crossed out from the list... but two other names aren't. Perhaps maybe she isn't finished with her quest of vengeance; and why not? She could have been one step closer to solving a mystery plaguing her town.
I guess I have to carry on her burden
Dexter looked back at the study desk.
But not yet. Not now.
He gathered all the papers in a neat row. The photos find themselves detached as Dexter unclipped the board from the wall.
No one must know...
Dexter brought the little trinkets into his SUV, again, his careful eyes making sure no-one spotted him.
Back at the house, Dexter stood in front of a contained fire he lit in his shed. Burning within it lay the pictures and newspaper articles that led Shion on her quest for personal justice and closure. He looked up once again at the moon and down at his camera. All of what he needed to re-learn was stored in a little chip only he will ever have access to.
Tonight was a good night. And soon again will the Dark Passenger be hungry.
Winner: Dexter Morgan
This was considered by most voters to be a very close fight but in the end, all the votes slid towards Dexter due to his domination of X-Factors trumping over Shion's marginally superior weapons