Descriptive Essay: The Adventures Of Dexter

Carefully concealed Dexter, waiting waiting. Then he heard it, Dexter Morgan the hunter and soon to be Miami Forensics blood splatter analyst heard it. Car pulling in under the amiable bright moon. Key lock click. Shuffle shuffle voice. "Mr Tinker where are you?" .Shuffle. "Mr Tinker? Are you trapped behind the couch again Mr Tinker Stinker?". She stepped into the lounge with caution, Dexter's first kill on a lustrous silver platter. It's time. He observed her as she looked around the moonlit room, everything was masked with plastic, the floors, the couches, the television, everything.

Waiting waiting. Mr Tinker sat on a glossy couch and watched. Pounce. Struggling, wrestling, whack. The big clumsy oaf of a human has managed to knock owner unconscious. Good riddance. Waiting waiting.

Dexter looks past himself at the wicca gagged and strapped naked to a table with cling wrap. "I've just
Oh how gooood this feels! He wiggles the knife around feeling the flesh through the blade. Pretty blood oozed out of the nurse like a juicy apple on an amiable Summer's day. Stab stab stab, the crimson joy painted the plastic room. He drags his blade underneath her eyes. The nurse is dead yet she weeps. Dexter used his blade to slice ‘n’ dice guidelines around her skin. Cleaver at the ready chop chop CHOP. More blood, beautiful beautiful blood, delicate, graceful, pulchritudinous blood. Poor nurse lying on the plastic bench like a sad little build a bear. Dexter wandered over to the nurse’s hospital bag then poked around inside, scrubs, blood pressure monitor, blah blah bla- ooh a stethoscope! Dexter put on the stethoscope and held it against his own chest, tha thump, tha thump, tha thump, Dexter’s steady heart beat reminds him that he’s human… Just. He holds it against all that was left of the nurse’s chest. Nothing. No surprises there, oh well. Now comes the boring part, cleaning up after our Delightfully Dark Dexter