[Fic Dexter] Child play (Jeu d'enfant)
Fic written on the 17th of January, 2010 for the marathon_prompt community.
First time I write in English without writing in French first, except huge mistakes.
Prompt: "Looking at life from the perspective of a boy, who learned to love you, but who also learned to grow" (Regardant la vie depuis la perspective d'un garçon, qui a appris à t'aimer, mais a également appris à grandir) [Mika, Stuck in the middle] at kiranagio's request.
Rating : PG(-13?)
Summary: Dexter's dilemma
Child play
The code. Harry’s code. My personal law. The code has been all my life for several years now, the only way Harry had found to canalize the dark passenger in me, his legacy. Probably the only thing I truly respect in the world, the one thing I believe in. Always thought it would guide me whatever project I would happen to pick up. Until today. I think I’m upset. Kind of. As much as someone like me can be.
Jason Miles. One of a kind. My kind. He poisoned his own parents, brother and sisters. A tragedy. It has been all over the news, I remember, it’s not every day that a whole family dies of food intoxication, except for the youngest. Not every day a similar tragedy strikes a foster family too one year later. Some kids survived, all were interrogated by the cops, all were released, of course. I talked to Jason, a little bit. A brilliant mind, promising, a cleverness most adults will never reach, all imprisoned in the body of a twelve years old child. Now the question remains: is there an age limit to the Code? I could never, never harm a little kid. What am I suppose to do?
First time I write in English without writing in French first, except huge mistakes.
Prompt: "Looking at life from the perspective of a boy, who learned to love you, but who also learned to grow" (Regardant la vie depuis la perspective d'un garçon, qui a appris à t'aimer, mais a également appris à grandir) [Mika, Stuck in the middle] at kiranagio's request.
Rating : PG(-13?)
Summary: Dexter's dilemma
Child play
The code. Harry’s code. My personal law. The code has been all my life for several years now, the only way Harry had found to canalize the dark passenger in me, his legacy. Probably the only thing I truly respect in the world, the one thing I believe in. Always thought it would guide me whatever project I would happen to pick up. Until today. I think I’m upset. Kind of. As much as someone like me can be.
Jason Miles. One of a kind. My kind. He poisoned his own parents, brother and sisters. A tragedy. It has been all over the news, I remember, it’s not every day that a whole family dies of food intoxication, except for the youngest. Not every day a similar tragedy strikes a foster family too one year later. Some kids survived, all were interrogated by the cops, all were released, of course. I talked to Jason, a little bit. A brilliant mind, promising, a cleverness most adults will never reach, all imprisoned in the body of a twelve years old child. Now the question remains: is there an age limit to the Code? I could never, never harm a little kid. What am I suppose to do?