"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!" Dexter shouted suddenly and hoarsely. "Why did you do this?! If I forgot, why do you force me to remember? Isn't it too selfish of you?"
Dexter's words made my originally steady breathing chaotic for a moment. Under his questioning, I managed to get myself to speak calmly. I answered him word by word with a smile: "Yes, I'm just too selfish. But so what?!"
"You, who was adopted by the damn police, have a group of fake family members. How would you know that when I could finally control myself to deceive those white coats and leave that isolated tomb. Only to find these The only psychological pillar of the year, my blood-connected brother, has completely forgotten his own feelings??"
I finally couldn't bear to lose control in front of him, and the part of my body that belonged to Brian was screaming frantically about his pain. But I still smile gracefully, in a soft tone. Although only I know how much truth is in this smile. "We stayed in the blood pool for three days. It wasn't until the blood had condensed into a scab two centimeters thick that the stupid police led by your adoptive father found us."
"You were taken away at the exact same crime scene as this time. Because those so-called experts believe that you are not old enough to remember. So you will gradually forget about this matter, and you will not be responsible for your future. Life has an impact." I laughed out loud, and the words I said were not under my control anymore, but Brian. The real Brian is speaking.
"What a ridiculous conclusion? Look at you now! What's the difference between me, who was judged to be crazy at the time?! It's not even better than where I am now. Thanks to that Harry police officer The long blessing is also because he forcibly took you from my arms, so that I can't forget every scene at the beginning!"
"So, in order to take revenge on me who forgot all this... Are you deliberately approaching me and forcing me to remember all this?" Dexter's voice was a little lost, and he looked at me like the moon under the moon. Like a ghost, it was lifeless.
"Ha, is that how you understand all this I've done?" I suddenly had a pitiful urge to think that Brian, who had long since been replaced by me, gradually disappeared from my body. "Is it true that there is never love in your heart?... As long as it disappears in your memory, you will never feel it again, right?"
"What remains in me, that four-year-old little Brian's love for you that was sealed ten years ago. He forced me to do all this for you... In the end, what you get is what you think is revenge?"
"Sociopaths don't have love, and you should know that." Dexter's tone suddenly became low, and he no longer trembled, but threw me away from him. The hands on the back of the hands, clenched fists, slowly stood up. "You are just selfish and don't want to bear all this alone..."
I watched him look down at me from top to bottom, and said indifferently: "Then even if I don't tell you all this, what is the difference in your previous mental state? Before you, you were obviously the same as me. An unparalleled monster, but because he was blinded, he thought he was the only demon in this human world. I'm just letting you see more clearly."
"Look at this world that's hell to us, you're not the only monster. I'm your brother, am I? Then let me teach you how to face your inner demon, besides being horrified by that In addition to controlling your desires, you can also control its methods..." I smiled and stared into Dexter's bloodshot eyes.
"Mental trauma is treatable... You don't really have to become a terrible bloodthirsty hunter. Sheriff Harry underestimates us, the Morse family won't... um..." My eyes suddenly turned black, and my jaw hurt. .
Dexter kicked me out with a kick, and I was interrupted in the middle of my sentence. I felt myself rolling around in the pool of blood a few times until my body was covered in blood on the ground before I felt my back hit the wall at the bottom of the container. The sound of the iron sheet being hit, the rumbling sounded, and the reverberation trembled.
I tasted blood in my mouth, not the disgusting pig blood, but the reason for the rupture of the small blood vessels in my mouth. Dexter strode toward me, grabbed my collar, and pressed it against the wall. His hands were on my neck, the tighter they were.
I saw Dexter's eyes, his eyes were no longer crazy, but dead silent instead. How similar it was to what I saw in the eyes of David Vincent, this is the look of a cold-blooded killer.
I suddenly felt that I was careless. I was swayed by Brad's perception of Dexter in my mind, but I forgot to use my own eyes and see it from a more rational perspective. What have I been doing these days? So reckless, I forgot that although to Brian, Dexter was a brother who had been separated for more than ten years.
But for Dexter, the sudden approach to him, forcing him to recall the memory of my childhood, was nothing but a blood-related stranger. My weight in his mind, not to mention Harry Morgan, maybe not even that stupid unrelated sister Debra
I didn't struggle, just looked at him calmly, looking into the depths of his pupils as if I could see clearly the monster in his heart that was about to burst out of the cage. The choking sensation and the pain in the shinbone didn't seem to affect me at all because the windpipe was pinched.
Then, it was Dexter who panicked first. He pinched my neck harder and shouted loudly: "Don't lie! Don't look at me with such eyes! I'm no longer the cub who doesn't have the strength to be slaughtered... I can Kill you now! Don't tell me that outrageous lie, it's too late...want..."
"Bah!" A muffled sound suddenly cut through the air and reached his ears. This voice is very familiar to me. Dillon's teaching of basic firearms knowledge is not just verbal. In my free time with him, in addition to letting me understand the use of various firearms more intuitively, and showing me a lot of video and audio, he also took me to a commercial shooting range to shoot.
This is the sound of a pistol bullet with a silencer attached. When I heard the muffled sound in my head and reflected what it was, Dexter let out a painful snort, let go of the hands that were pinching me and made me almost breathless, staggered back a few steps and fell to my knees. on the ground. His hand was covering the outer thigh of his right leg, and blood soon oozes there.
"Fortunately, I didn't come too late." With the moonlight behind the door of the container, the figure of the man standing in the center of the entrance was too familiar. Dillon, who was wearing a black leather jacket, held his hands straight forward, holding a silenced pistol that had just been fired.
I didn't have time to think about how he knew I was here and ended up being a hero. Looking at him standing there and saying those words, the hand holding the gun has already moved and re-aimed at the target. Even if I just stood at his target, I, who was next to Dexter, could already easily feel the killing intent of Ling Ran.
So that Dexter didn't actually die at his gun, then Dillon and I were regulars at the police station again. I had to struggle, controlling a throat that was so painful that I could barely speak, shouting in a ripped paper voice, "Stop it, Dillon... ugh, you can't kill him!"
"Brian, you have to understand that he really wanted to kill you just now," Dillon's voice was cold and unquestionable. "The person in front of you is already a grown man. You can't protect him forever." In front of me was the image of a fully mature hunter, as if a lion who had been sleeping soundly with his eyes closed was awakened by the disturbance.
I also understood the meaning of his words, not only that if he made a move at this time, it could only be regarded as an excessive defense at best. He understood this fact earlier than I did. And the deeper meaning of the second half of the sentence is that Dexter is no longer the boy who knew nothing in Brian's memory.
The boy in Brian's memory who could only be protected by him in his arms has now grown up. Dexter, who was standing in front of me, was no longer the kid whose brother didn't question what he said, and just followed suit.
But I really couldn't give up without getting a definite answer from Dexter. Not only because of Brian's instinct as a brother, but also because he wants to untie the knot, the two parties involved need to face it together. After all, it was the only way to get Dexter to agree.
"...Since you have investigated me, you should know what I really look like now, right?" Looking at Dillon, I forced myself to endure the pain in my throat and said. "I don't believe you can't feel how similar I am to Dexter. It's more of a mentality than an appearance."
"If one day I also lose control, will you shoot me without hesitation?"
Dillon seemed stunned by my rebuttal and didn't know how to respond, before he said, "You know I wouldn't do that...and it seems to me that you can't get out of hand."
"Absurdly limitless confidence in the other party?" Dexter, who had been silent next to him, suddenly said at the end of Dillon's words.
"Brian, if you think the same way about me, don't you think it's too naive? How much do you know about me in more than ten years? Even Harry has given up on stopping me. Leave, you just come out and say…”
"Because other people gave up on you, you also gave up on yourself?" I interrupted Dexter without hesitation. Facing my unfamiliar brother, no matter how many he became, I guess I can't change into a polite to unfamiliar tone.
"If that's the case, then I can only say that I'm too disappointed in you." This time, I was looking down at him, who was on one knee, covering his right leg that was shot. "Dexter, even if I haven't seen you for more than ten years, I still know you. There's no reason, it's like I know myself. And people like Harry will never understand our hearts."
"You really don't want to learn to control yourself with me?" I stared into his eyes, just wanting to show my greatest sincerity. "Even for your fake sister Debra? What would she think if one day she found out that her brother had turned into a serial killer?"
It was almost humiliating that in order to get Dexter to agree, I went against the thought of Brian clamoring to kill Debra in my heart, and instead used the girl as a last-ditch bargaining chip to keep Dexter.