Obsessed {A Dexter Fan fiction}

Chapter six

"People are becoming obsessed with you, Hailie." Dexter said, looking at the floor obviously becoming frustrated.

"What the fuck do you mean? Like they're going to fucking track me down and motherfucking kill me?"

"You sound like Deb, wow Hailie." Dexter says, chuckling to himself.

"Yeah well, she has rubbed off on me through the years." I say. "Anyway what's this obsessed? I don't want to die!" I say, and I feel my eyebrows raised in fear.

"You won't die soon. The people or person I should say, who did this to you, they're obsessed with you. They know that you do your little flippity do da, bang, you're in jail. They want to teach themselves how to do it, but not to help Miami Metro. To train other drug dealers, people like them, to be like you. They're obsessed with how quickly you take in your surroundings.. They believe you have more control of your mind than you think." Dexter said, now looking at me.

"W-what are you saying? That I use more of my brain than the average 19 year old? That can't be right. I go to community collage, and I work at the donut shop you go to everyday." I say, because Dexter did come in every day for his normal donut route.

I head him sigh. "Do you remember the Brain Surgeon? The one who would cut the part out of a person's brain that made them violent? When we arrived at the crime scenes, there was always one man and one woman in particular that would catch my eye. The man wore a beige over coat, and black sunglasses, and the female wore a sundress, different each time. They took pictures of how the brain was cut. They were weird, but I feel that they may do something like that to you."

I was in complete shock. The Brain Surgeon was a crazy man. He would cut strangers heads open, and basically use a melon scooper to take some brain out. The part of the brain was what made a person violent. At night, or early morning, the Surgeon would place the body, stomach up, in a public place. I went to the first crime scene, and Dexter had picked up the head to examine it. Right as he picked it up, the back part of the head stayed on the ground, obviously not attached to the head.

"T-this is crazy! W-why would they be after me?" I say, my stuttering becoming out of control.

"Hailie, take a deep breath. Slow down when you're talking, I can't understand you."

Right as I was about to say something, we heard little Harrison's voice from down the hall.

"I put my number into your phone, we will talk about this when you get out. Your father and I were planning on getting your brain checked out to see if what those crazy people think is true, if you really can use more than the average amount of brain."

I nodded and I saw Harrison's blonde head come bobbling into my room.

"Hailie! I got you a drawing of Wolverine! We can color it together!" he said, placing a coloring book of The Wolverine on my bed and climbing up.

"Haha alright, we'll color."

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//AN

ok so sorry for not updating but I had the idea of 'using more than the average brain usage' before I saw the 'lucy" commercials. so if I copy them, don't be mad. I have not seen the movie so there will be no reference. I don't watch tv so I saw the commercial like once haha. ty