Friday, February 4, 2011
Today's writing prompt is from Writer's Digest Writing Prompts: Write an episode where you and your favorite fictional character meet accidentally.
Prologue: My husband and I just started watching Dexter on Netflix. We're addicted. The show is wonderfully written, thus right now my favorite fictional character is in fact, Dexter. It took me a bit to figure out how I would want to meet Dexter accidentally. I didn't want to be a victim! I decided I would interupt one of his kills. But then I had to think about who he'd be killing. And well, if he lived around here, I know exactly who his next victim would be, if she wasn't serving 20 years in prison! So I went with what I know. Names have been somewhat preserved, but if you know me, know my other blog, you'll get it. maybe I'm a little sick for writing this, but then again, who knows, maybe Dexter was right when he said "Everybody's got a little Dexter in them".
“Tonight’s the night. And it’s going to happen again and again. Has to happen. Nice night.”
Dexter says as he’s driving down Ocean Drive in Miami on a late, storm stricken night. His mind is on the kill he’s about to make. His windshield wipers push away the unwanted rain, just as he will push away Bali Godson, the worst of the worst, a child killer. Bali has no remorse for what she has done, and the court systems haven’t done enough. Justice needs to be served.
A black duffle bag of tools sits beside Dexter in the passenger side. Godson’s mug shot is partially covered by a photo of her latest victim’s photo. A beautiful boy, he couldn’t even be a year old yet.
Those eyes. They’re captivating. So innocent. Dexter’s distracted by his feelings. What are these feelings? Does he actually have a heart to break. Even as a cold blooded killer, he can not fathom taking the life of a child.
Suddenly, the front of his car is flooded with red lights. Lights glare off the rain, there’s a sudden screech. More red lights. A crash.
What has he done? Dexter looks to the passenger seat, photos scattered across the front of the car. A needle on the floor. A knife, lodged into the glove box. His heart is beating a bit faster as he thinks, “good thing I rear-ended someone and wasn’t hit from the side, hard telling where that knife would have ended up”…
“Shit!… I rear-ended someone”. Dexter tries hiding everything, but before he’s able to completely conceal the photos and the knife, a woman approaches the driver’s side window.
She appears to be in her late 20’s, maybe early 30’s. Mom like, but not shaken by what has just happened. She has a bloody nose, but seems sincerely concerned about the man that has just failed to stop at the light and rammed the back of her minivan.
“Are you ok?” she asks. There’s silence as the rain pours down her face, Dexter is fascinated with the watered down blood following the raindrop trails over her lips.
“Sir? Are you ok?” Dexter snaps out of it, scrambling to get out of his car to block her from the contents of the front seat. But it is too late. She has seen it already, her body language changes, she’s a bit embarrassed.
“Yes! Yes, I’m fine… oh, are you ok?” He leads her between the cars to access the damage.
“Fine, Fine. Barely any damage. No need to call the cops!” she states as she’s trying to lead Dexter back to his own car.
Dexter recognizes this behavior. It’s one he’s demonstrated many times when Sergeant Doakes is on his case about giving him the creeps. Dexter looks closer at the back of the minivan. There’s a blue ribbon decal on the back window, Shaken Baby Syndrome Awareness. His thoughts were confirmed about her being a mother; an empty car seat is strapped into the back seat of the van. There’s also a circular pattern on the back, a cleaner spot where something once was…. There it is. A magnet, now stuck to the front of Dexter’s broken bumper. He bends down to pick it up to give back to the mother. As he turns it over, the same beautiful eyes that distracted him from the photo on his seat, are looking at him from the magnet, with the words “Justice for James” on it.
He hands her the magnet and gives her a slight smile, “Justice for James” he says. Dexter and the mother exchange knowing looks and depart.
Prologue: My husband and I just started watching Dexter on Netflix. We're addicted. The show is wonderfully written, thus right now my favorite fictional character is in fact, Dexter. It took me a bit to figure out how I would want to meet Dexter accidentally. I didn't want to be a victim! I decided I would interupt one of his kills. But then I had to think about who he'd be killing. And well, if he lived around here, I know exactly who his next victim would be, if she wasn't serving 20 years in prison! So I went with what I know. Names have been somewhat preserved, but if you know me, know my other blog, you'll get it. maybe I'm a little sick for writing this, but then again, who knows, maybe Dexter was right when he said "Everybody's got a little Dexter in them".
“Tonight’s the night. And it’s going to happen again and again. Has to happen. Nice night.”Dexter says as he’s driving down Ocean Drive in Miami on a late, storm stricken night. His mind is on the kill he’s about to make. His windshield wipers push away the unwanted rain, just as he will push away Bali Godson, the worst of the worst, a child killer. Bali has no remorse for what she has done, and the court systems haven’t done enough. Justice needs to be served.
A black duffle bag of tools sits beside Dexter in the passenger side. Godson’s mug shot is partially covered by a photo of her latest victim’s photo. A beautiful boy, he couldn’t even be a year old yet.
Those eyes. They’re captivating. So innocent. Dexter’s distracted by his feelings. What are these feelings? Does he actually have a heart to break. Even as a cold blooded killer, he can not fathom taking the life of a child.
Suddenly, the front of his car is flooded with red lights. Lights glare off the rain, there’s a sudden screech. More red lights. A crash.
What has he done? Dexter looks to the passenger seat, photos scattered across the front of the car. A needle on the floor. A knife, lodged into the glove box. His heart is beating a bit faster as he thinks, “good thing I rear-ended someone and wasn’t hit from the side, hard telling where that knife would have ended up”…
“Shit!… I rear-ended someone”. Dexter tries hiding everything, but before he’s able to completely conceal the photos and the knife, a woman approaches the driver’s side window.
She appears to be in her late 20’s, maybe early 30’s. Mom like, but not shaken by what has just happened. She has a bloody nose, but seems sincerely concerned about the man that has just failed to stop at the light and rammed the back of her minivan.
“Are you ok?” she asks. There’s silence as the rain pours down her face, Dexter is fascinated with the watered down blood following the raindrop trails over her lips.
“Sir? Are you ok?” Dexter snaps out of it, scrambling to get out of his car to block her from the contents of the front seat. But it is too late. She has seen it already, her body language changes, she’s a bit embarrassed.
“Yes! Yes, I’m fine… oh, are you ok?” He leads her between the cars to access the damage.
“Fine, Fine. Barely any damage. No need to call the cops!” she states as she’s trying to lead Dexter back to his own car.
Dexter recognizes this behavior. It’s one he’s demonstrated many times when Sergeant Doakes is on his case about giving him the creeps. Dexter looks closer at the back of the minivan. There’s a blue ribbon decal on the back window, Shaken Baby Syndrome Awareness. His thoughts were confirmed about her being a mother; an empty car seat is strapped into the back seat of the van. There’s also a circular pattern on the back, a cleaner spot where something once was…. There it is. A magnet, now stuck to the front of Dexter’s broken bumper. He bends down to pick it up to give back to the mother. As he turns it over, the same beautiful eyes that distracted him from the photo on his seat, are looking at him from the magnet, with the words “Justice for James” on it.
He hands her the magnet and gives her a slight smile, “Justice for James” he says. Dexter and the mother exchange knowing looks and depart.
To learn more about SBS and the toll it takes on real families, read a terrific blog Justice4Trevor!
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