[Filtered to Self//Thoughts]Tonight. It has to be tonight. It has to happen. Again and again and again and again and again and ( Read more... )

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It's that feeling, the feeling that I get when I know the time is now. The Need, being thrown at the back of my head by the Dark Passenger, who's been sitting in the backseat of the dodge k-car that is Dexter's would-be soul.

I'm hungry, again---hungry for flesh, but not in the obvious way. Oh no. Hungry in a ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Self//Thoughts]I still look up to the night sky expecting to see that one moon. That one, glorious, reddish, fat, moon. Instead, my eyes meet two, bringing light down across this barren land, bringing anything but joy to dearly, deprived Dexter. Two menacing moons, twice the pull, the calling of the Need ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Self//Thoughts]Death is a funny thing. We all have to go eventually. Though I'm sure they hadn't hoped to go in such a dreadful way. Sure, some of them could have deserved it. I could have given it to them, made it quicker. One, swift slice, unless, of course, I was feeling a little more playful. Still, it would have been much less ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Self//Thoughts]I'm not alone, after all. Nope, not in the least bit. It seems there are not only other survivors, but those with shadows just like mine. Hungry, shifting shadows behind bright eyes, seemingly simple on the outside, but dark within. Whether or not this is comforting to know, I can't decide. Still, it goes without saying ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Self//Thoughts]I've spent most of my life looking down at the figure on the table, not being it. I was the practitioner...now I'm the subject. But how I went from there, to here, is a whole different story. And along with the faint chuckle of something familiar...ah yes, the Dark Passenger, I have to listen to the beeping of this ( Read more... )