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i want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win.
WHO:
dogabuse &
dark_passenger.
WHERE: Angelica's apartment.
WHEN: Tuesday evening.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Angelica takes a bit of work home. But someone has other plans for her.
FORMAT: Quickpara.
Her key turns in the lock. Click. Home, sweet home. Ha. As if this modest, minimalist apartment could ever pass for a thing like home. The good doctor keeps her living space as white and sterile as her laboratory. Everything is smooth, shiny surfaces and metal. And when she flips the switch by the door, the lights come on bright.
She props the door open for a moment, turning to retrieve a large duffel bag. The contents must weigh somewhere between thirty and forty pounds, and it's with care that she brings it inside. The bag gets left by the kitchen counter, and finally, the door is shut and locked.
Faintly, there's a lingering smell of decay. Angelica has brought work home with her tonight.
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WHERE: Angelica's apartment.
WHEN: Tuesday evening.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Angelica takes a bit of work home. But someone has other plans for her.
FORMAT: Quickpara.
Her key turns in the lock. Click. Home, sweet home. Ha. As if this modest, minimalist apartment could ever pass for a thing like home. The good doctor keeps her living space as white and sterile as her laboratory. Everything is smooth, shiny surfaces and metal. And when she flips the switch by the door, the lights come on bright.
She props the door open for a moment, turning to retrieve a large duffel bag. The contents must weigh somewhere between thirty and forty pounds, and it's with care that she brings it inside. The bag gets left by the kitchen counter, and finally, the door is shut and locked.
Faintly, there's a lingering smell of decay. Angelica has brought work home with her tonight.
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Dexter had been waiting inside the apartment. It wasn't hard for him to get into, a simple lock-picking technique did the trick. Angelica might have looked more suspicious with a more serious security system, but Dexter didn't care about looking suspicious. He had his proof.
And there he sat, around the first corner, quiet and unmoving. In one gloved hand, a syringe of M99, more commonly known as animal tranquilizer, was at the ready.
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Finally, she moved away from the door to pull the curtains shut and head back into the kitchen. The metallic purr of the duffel bag's zipper was loud in the quiet of the room. But something made Angelica pause again. She pulled the bag back shut. Tools. She'd left some soaking in the bathroom sink. She would need those first.
The good doctor left the kitchen, moving to turn the corner to the bathroom.
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But this, this was the fun part. Dexter could wait as long as it took. Still, quiet, waiting until she would walk by, and when she did? One quick, swift movement was all it took for the needle to slide into her neck, emptying into her bloodstream.
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Finally though, seeing nothing ahead of her, Angelica moved, her steps carrying her past Dexter.
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He moved quickly, his arm moving around her and pushing the needle into her neck, the usual spot of choice, in his case. As long as she didn't fight it, it'd be working in seconds. Her eyes would roll back into her head... She'd fall back into his arms... and she'd have her place on the dining table, where she belonged.
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For a moment, the look on her face was murderous. Then, her eyes rolled back, and limp as a rag doll, Angelica's body went loose and pliant.
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Preparation was only half of the fun. Dexter briskly covered every inch of the room in plastic wrap, including the floor, ceiling, walls, and the table she'd be lying on. After pulling her up on the table, he discarded her clothes, as they may help identify her body, or worse... have a trace of Dexter on them. He wrapped her in plastic so that she would be unable to move her arms and legs, and secured her to the table with duct tape. As a final touch, he taped the police database picture of her most recent victim to the plastic beside her. A reminder as to why she was there.
Everything in place, tools at the ready... all he needed to do now was wait.