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Dexter Meets KrystalDexter leaves the meeting of gang towers organisations and he heads home, sorting out the new paperwork for his crew. As he arrives home he swiftly opens the door to his house and walks in closing the door after him and puts the work away.
After a few minutes of cleaning up the house and sorting out a drink, he relaxes back on the sofa, but hears a faint noise as if something crawled out from under the sofa and he jolts up picking up his handgun but realised it's not from where he left it. "Crap." mumbles Dexter as he slowly crouches behind the sofa when he sees a blue tail with a ring in the middle of it, Dexter tilts head slightly. "Natalie?" he slowly stands up but sees a blue fox like woman similar to Natalie but wearing a sort of blue and black war or adventure suit starting from the boots and gloves ending just above the chest in a pattern that makes it look like it isn't detachable, also having a some sort of gold chain with a dark red prndant placed inside it showing up on her
Dark Secret.Stephany: Ooh... Hey Dexy guess what?
Dexter: Wh--?! What?
Stephany: It appears from your new DNA you're not the only one who has the skill power. I guess the ritual I cast you effected all dark foxes!
Dexter: So how many are there?
Stephany: Actually, they're in order for something, but here it goes... Tyson, Kuraan, Zealot that's you, Derulo, Lunai, Faith and Aeon.
Dexter: None sound familiar.
Stephany: Well if you either team up, eliminate or steal their power, you will be THE god of skill.
Dexter: Hmm... I'll think about it.
Assassins of CasablancaSomewhere in Casablanca...
A calm warm afternoon drafted by the relaxing wind blew the grass towards the direction to where Dexter is, running as fast as he can, through the market streets where people panicked to why he was running away, but within a blink of an eye, six heavily armed assassins with blades chased him as they all take different routs to try flanking Dexter. All Dexter had was his normal, walk-about clothes on with no weapons attempting to flee from the mob of assassins.
Soon enough, he was reaching the end so he took a quick turn through a stall to lose one approacher making him catch a little more of his breath to carry on escaping them but another catches up trying to throw a knife but missing him, slicing a piece of his fur from his arm making him turn again but waiting around the corner with a CD that he swiped from a stall and as the assassins pursues quickly around the corner but caught by surprise as the assassin is sliced around the neck from Dexter's CD, he dr
Dexter's Tactical Attack N.1Dexter sprints behind a hyena gang member and frog leaps over using his shoulders as part of the lift, the hyena looks back curiously wonder why Dexter did that, but then Dexter spins around slightly and punches the hyena heavily on the side of the face knocking him out, Dexter turns back around and then runs off.
Joker But No ThiefDexter: Ahh one two three
Derek: I said the joker is a wanted man,
Dexter: He makes his way all across the land,
Derek: See him sifting through the sand,
Dexter: So I'll tell you all the story,
Derek: About the joker and the thief of the night--
Jane: SHUT... THE F--
Derek: Hi sis.
(A wild Drake appears yet again!)
Drake: What's going on?!
We Predicted A RiotDexter and Derek: Ooooooh.
Dexter: Watching the people get lairy
Derek: Is not very pretty I tell thee
Dexter: Walking through town is quite scary
Derek: And not very sensible either
Dexter:A friend of a friend he got beaten
Derek: He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Dexter: Would never have happened to Smeaton
Derek: An old Leodensian
Dexter and Derek: La-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Dexter and Derek: Ah-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Dexter:I predict a riot, I predict a riot
Derek: I predict a riot, I predict a riot
Dexter: I tried to get to my taxi
(A wild Drake appears) Drake: A man in a tracksuit attacked me
Derek: He said that he saw it before me
Drake: Wants to get things a bit gory
Dexter: Girls scrabble around with no clothes on
Derek: To borrow a pound for a condom
Drake: If it wasn't for chip fat, they'd be frozen
Dexter: They're not very sensible
Dexter Drake and Derek: La-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Dexter Drake and Derek: Ah-ah-ah, lalala la la la
Derek: I predict a riot, I predict a rio
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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