Hi, I'm Dexter and I'm not sure what I am. I just know there's something dark, in me. I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there, always. This dark passenger, and when he's driving I feel, alive, half sick with the thrill, the complete wrongness. I don't fight him, I don't want to, he's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even... especially not me. Or is that just a lie the dark passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments where I feel connected to something else, to someone, and it's like the mask is slipping, and things, people who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.
I am a forensic investigator specializing in blood spatter for the Miami Metro P.D. I assists with basic crime scene investigation work. While not a sworn police officer, I have more privledges than the average citizen and is privy to lots of classified information. I use this information to fuel my bloodlust which might be described as the only emotion I experience.
As a child I was discovered by Miami Metro P.D. officer Harry Morgan locked in a blood soaked trailer with my dead mother and brother. Much of the details of my rescue was kept secret by Harry after he adopted me and raised me as his son along with his daughter Debra Morgan. During my teenage years Harry realized I had dark tendencies and a near unsatisiable bloodlust. This was categorized by my utter lack of emotion and feeling. Harry recognized these as tendencies of a serial killer and with understanding love and compassion developed a way for me to channel them called "Harry's Code." He also established healthier outlets for my blood rage such as frequent hunting trips.
"Harry's Code" evolved into an ethos for me to follow entailing vital information. This ethos involved creating an elaborate mask for me to wear feigning emotion and interest in things that really didn't. This involved the mudane smiles when happy and laughs when cohorts tell a joke. It also lead to a relationship with Rita Bennett, whom was also distanced emotionally due to a rocky relationship with a herion addicted ex-husband. Eventually our relationship lead to intercourse, but even the emotion and pleasure from this had to be faked. Although her children Astor and Cody provided ample opportunity for interruption towards the occurrence.
The major part of "Harry's Code" would define my utter being as a killer. I could harm no innocent, only the guilty. Using an ample history of unsolved case files and known criminals I carefully investigate each of my victims before stalking and killing them. My M.O. is to use a veterninary tranquilizer to subdue the victim, then to strip then naked and immobilize them with clear plastic wrap. Coating the entire crime scene in plastic I ensure no evidence is ever left before presenting a consciousness victim with their crimes before killing and dismembering them. Their bodies are left at the bottom of the Miami bay in garbage bags with the only trophy a lens of blood I keep as a reminder. Part vigiliante, part killer, all precise I am a clean efficient killer - so much so that for years I wasn't detected - recently my grotto was found accidentally by divers so I began dumping the bags into the Gulf Stream instead.
In 2006, my life turned upsidedown with the apperance of a fellow serial killer coined the Ice Truck Killer. The Ice Truck Killer teased and taunted me by recreating events from my youth as his crime scenes. Leaving drained dismembered body parts in locations that only made sense to me. I in the meantime helped my sister to move from Vice to Homocide with uncanny tips aiding her to track down victims of the Ice Truck Killer. Eventually, Debra's fiance Rudy reveals himself to me to be not only the Ice Truck Killer, but also my brother Brian. Through several encounters where Rudy attempts to free me from my ethos, I painfully kill Rudy instead of my adopted sister Debra.
The August 2007, I find myself deshelved over the killing of my brother, finding myself unable to kill. I am also forced to take up habitual bowling due to Sgt. James Doakes constantly following me. Doakes seems to be the only person that suspects I have a dark side and is intent on finding out what it is.
After two failed attempts to take a life, and at wits end with my bloodlust, I regain my ability to kill after my carefully constructed world is shattered when my body grotto is discovered.
I am now the focus of a major FBI investigation, Doakes is not helping me with his following my every move, and I recently had to lie to Rita and tell her I was a heroine addict, to cover up my true addiction. I'm now attending NA meetings, my sponser is Lila. For some reason I am drawn to Lila, she may see me for who I am, she's looking behind the mask, but she's not scared. Perhaps recovery is right for my addiction.
