Peter's Fan Fiction

TITLE: The Death of Dexter Morgan, Doomsday!
PART: Chapter 4: Death
AUTHOR: Peter
FANDOM: Dexter
RATING: M
GENRE: Gen
WARNINGS: Use of profanity and depiction of violence.
DISCLAIMER: Dexter is owned by Showtime, a subsidiary of CBS Corporation. All the copyrights associated with Dexter belong to them. Only the ideas contained within this story are the property of the author. No profit is being earned by the writer of this story.
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LIST OF CHARACTERS:

Dexter Morgan: Born in Blood, an anti-hero, Forensic Blood-Spatter Analyst who works for the Miami-Metro Police Dept. by day and whom by night follows his code, by which he focuses his overwhelming compulsion to take life. 

Debra Morgan: Ex Lieutenant at the Miami Metro Police Dept. and foster sister to our anti-hero, Dexter. Debra views Dexter as a surrogate father figure. Suffering the loss of both her Mother and Father she turns to Dexter in all times of need.

Harry Morgan: Adoptive father of Dexter. After being left to die in a pool of his mother’s blood, Dexter is rescued and taken in by Lieutenant Harry Morgan. Harry only exists as a character in the memories of Dexter as his guide and confidant.

Angel Batista: Lieutenant at the Miami-Metro Police Dept., Batista considers himself to be a close friend to Dexter. Batista often calling upon Dexters uncanny ability to be able to read a crime scene and have insight into a criminal mind.

Joey Quinn: Ex narcotics cop, Joey Quinn is a detective with aspirations of becoming a lieutenant. At once holding a grudge against Dexter, Joey Quinn develops a soft spot Debra. Once proposing, he is like a puppy on a leash.

Maria LaGuerta: Captain Maria Laguerta, Discoverer of Dexters secret is slain by Debra in an attempt to save her beloved brother. Laguerta haunts Debra who cannot get over what she has done.

The Death of Dexter Morgan, Doomsday!

How will it end, and have the knives been drawn from their sheaths for the last time?

SETTING THE SCENE

• Debra creeps down the cold cracking cement steps leading to Batista’s beach front restaurant basement.
• Dexter stationed in a room lined with plastic sheets, draped from ceiling to floor, Batista laying on a center table semiconscious, the haze of florescent lights form a halo over Dexter’s crown.
• Batista, wrapped up like a porcelain doll in plastic cling-film, head chest and feet secured tightly to the table, how did it come to this?
• Dexter’s Dark Passenger has taken over; all sense of control has been abandoned.
• The code in which he had much faith has left him with a dilemma; he can’t kill an innocent, but he also can’t get caught. 

SCENE

Speaking in a hushed voice, “Batista, where the fuck, are you!” Debra exclaimed, but with much apprehension in her voice. Debra could see the soft glow of light bordering the door to the basement. Debra crept slowly, firearm drawn hands clenched tightly around the grip.

From Dexter’s position he did not notice the door edging open. Peering through the opaque plastic sheets, Debra knew what was before her. Batista lay groaning, disorientated and unaware of his surroundings on a cold steel morgue like table, ready for slaughter.

Debra: (Tearing down a plastic sheet). Dex…what the FUCK!” How can you do this to me again…

Dexter: (With a monotonous voice). Debr…

Debra: Don’t even try to explain this Dex..

Batista had been snooping, unable to be complacent and let the death of his former fiancé Maria LaGuerta go. He could not sleep at night, tossing and turning with a constant nagging feeling. Why had LaGuerta been so dead set on investigating the Morgans? How did her investigation lead to her untimely death? LaGuerta had died in a supposed shootout between herself and Hector Estrada, a drug kingpin who had used a chainsaw to put an end to Laura Moser’s (Dexter’s birth mother’s) plans of being an informant against his empire.

Batista’s enquiries had led him to discover security footage of Debra, conspicuously buying gasoline, minutes before a church was set ablaze leaving a supposed serial murderer burned alive. It was the trail which LaGuerta had been on, and which led her to discover Dexter’s secret. Dexter had left a trail of unsolved serial killer murders in his wake. It was something which had affected LaGuerta on a personal level.

Batista groaned and winced. “Debra,” he cried.

Debra: FUCK! DEXTER, you…

Dexter: I’m sorry sis, it’s either him or us.

Harry’s image appeared before Dexter, Harry had taught Dexter his code, the first rule being Never Get Caught, the second being Never Kill an Innocent. After Harry had taken Dexter in, he knew something was different about him. Dexter developed a desire for blood and lacked any emotion or remorse for his actions. Harry’s code had been developed to allow Dexter to keep his dark passenger at bay whilst fulfilling his need for blood.

Harry: I never wanted it to come to this Dexter, you have put Debra in a very difficult position, but you have to do whatever it is that you need to, to protect each other from danger.

Dexter: I know Harry, I know.

Debra: Dex, Christ! What are you staring at. What the fuck are we going to do about this?

Dexter: Debra… He knows what I am. And now he knows that you know my secret.

Batista could hear the sound of Debra’s voice, he felt a sense of relief knowing that she had found them, but at the same time he knew his fate was not certain. Batista felt like a father figure to Debra, and had felt that he had a close friendship with Dexter. But he, like LaGuerta, had an overwhelming sense of what is just, and what he must do as an officer of the law.

Batista: (Straining his forehead against the plastic wrapped around him and towards the direction of Debra’s voice). Deb, Do the right thing. Don’t let this go on.

Debra: Batista, Fuck, You don’t understand. I fucking killed LaGuerta! It was me, not Dex.

Batista had not come to the conclusion that Debra had been an active participant in Dexter’s escapades. He closed his eyes and sighed. He knew now that his last breath was indeed sure to come.

Batista: Just fucking get it over with.

Dexter turned, and with a sinister smile he nodded to Debra. He raised his blade, and with one clean, powerful thrust his blade sliced deep into Batista’s chest. Debra could not watch as Batista expelled his last breath. She sank to the floor, weeping over the loss of another close friend.

Debra felt as if she had no reason left to live. Like her father she could not cope with the monster that she had had a hand in creating. Harry had taken his life after walking in on Dexter after his first kill. He could not live with himself and neither could Debra. Debra wanted to do what Harry could not. She felt as if she had to rid the world of Dexter and his dark passenger. Coming to this realisation, she raised her pistol aiming squarely at Dexter’s chest.

Debra: (With tears flowing down her cheeks and a sheepish voice). I’m sorry Dexter. This has come too far. I can’t live with this.

Dexter: Deb…

Bursting through a ground level window, Joey Quinn scrambled to stand upright, astonished at the scene he had found himself in. His Lieutenant lying dead on a table, wrapped in plastic, with a handle of a blade sticking out of his chest. Taking in the environment he pointed his gun at Dexter.

Dexter stared like a possum paralysed by the beam of a bright light. Debra fired. Joey fell to his knees.

Debra: (Sobbing). Dexter I fucking love you!

Two more shots were fired…

Three members and one ex-member of the Miami-Metro Police Dept. lay slumped in the basement of a restaurant owned by one Angelo Juan Marcos Batista.

END SCENE

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