Set Free- A Dexter FanFiction

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The cold air of the refrigerated room caused goose bumps to stand up on my arms, but I ignored them. I had more important things to think about. Like Dear Brother Biney who was tied down to his own metal killing table with duct tape and plastic wrap.

“I tried to help you by killing her.” Biney said.

“I know THAT!” I snapped.

I looked at him and saw a tear run down the side of his face. Something twitched inside of me, something that had been dead for a long time. I didn’t want to see my brother cry.

“You should know this isn’t easy for me.” I said. And it truly wasn’t. With my blood brother gone, it once again left nobody in the entire world who knew who I was. What I was. Dangerously Disturbed Dexter.

Brian just watched me. I was afraid more tears would come. I did not like tears. I saw them pooling in his eyes and my resolve to put him down wavered.

“You have done more to deserve my knife than anyone.” It seems my brother had decided to stop talking. Perhaps he thought he couldn’t break my resolve. Just the thought made me feel pain. After all this time of getting me to pay attention to him, he just gave up on me?

I pressed my forehead against his, in a last action of connection and affection towards my big brother. It also to get the knife to cut at the right angle to make it appear a suicide.

My dear brother committing suicide. I knew he would never do it, but Miami Metro Homicide didn’t know that. They would only see the artist of a creative-- I mean a son of a bitch commit dramatic suicide.

His breathing was even, calm. Perhaps he was accepting his fate. Death by baby brother. That thing twitched again, stronger this time.  

“You are the only one I wanted to set free.” I said, the knife glinted from the bright lights overhead. The sterling knife inched closer to Barely Alive Brian’s throat.

Finally he spoke. His silence had been killing me. “You’re the one who needs setting free little brother.” There is a hint of desperation in his voice which sent shocks through my body. “Your life is a lie.”

The blade of the knife rested against Brian’s throat. The knife trembled slightly from the blood that pulsed under the skin. I tried to tighten my grip on the handle but instead my hand slackened. 

Brian did not appear to notice. “Go on, do it Dexter.” His voice was full of disappointment, defeat and something more. It hurt. This was hurting me a lot. The revived thing thrashed around this time, whispering to me to put the knife down. 

He is your brother.

No, the Code. I had to do it for the Code. 

“I’m sorry.” And I honestly was. I didn’t want to kill my brother. All Biney had been trying to do was help me.

The chattering of the Thing inside me grew loud, unbearably loud. It was a fight between the Thing and the Code. I wasn’t sure which was winning till suddenly my grip totally lost its hold on the knife and it clattered to the floor. 

I couldn’t do it.

I lifted my head off of Brian’s forehead and took a couple steps back. He looked at me and I saw the question on his face. Why? 

His expression also had a mixture of surprise, relief, confusion and something else that I couldn’t quite recognize. 

“You are my brother... Biney.”

The Thing settled down and was praising me, telling me I had done the right thing. I was still unsure. But the feel of the heavy burden off my shoulders is comforting. I picked up the knife and slashed the plastic and tape and helped Biney up off the table.

I watched quietly as he pulled of the tape on his forehead. Then we stood silent, watching each other. Teeth chattering.

Now there was only one question.

What now?