Chapter 6 Chapter 4 The Last Dance

I have followed Zander for a long time and know his whereabouts like the back of my hand.It was Thursday night and I knew exactly where he was going.Every Thursday night, he goes to the World Concentric Sacred Light, presumably to check on the livestock.After smiling at the clergy for ninety minutes and listening to the sermon briefly, he would write a check to the priest.The pastor was a big black ex-NFL player who would thank Zander with a smile.Then Zander would quietly exit the back door, get into his modest SUV, and head home humbly.The sense of chastity after doing good made him shine and shine.

But tonight, he will no longer drive alone. Tonight, Dexter and the Nightwalker will walk with him, leading him on a brand new journey. But first approach calmly and cautiously, a few weeks of secret stalking, success or failure in one fell swoop. I parked the car in front of a big old mall called Dadeland a few miles away from Rita's house, and walked to the next subway station.Even at rush hour, there are usually not many people on the bus, and people in small groups don’t notice me—a man in a stylish black coat and carrying a gym bag. One stop after the city center, I got out of the car and walked the six blocks to my mission, feeling the urgency of desire sharpen in me, and the sense of composure gradually returning.Cody and Astor were temporarily put to the back of my mind.At this moment, on this street, I am as hard as steel, and my brilliance is restrained.Although the orange-red street lights are dazzling, they can't wash away the dark night in my heart.As I walked step by step, the night grew thicker.

The church is located on a street that is neither busy nor deserted, where there was originally a row of storefronts.There was a small crowd there, which was not surprising, since food and clothing were distributed there, and it was only a matter of a few minutes of your drinking time to listen to a sermon from a good preacher as to why you should go to hell.The deal looks good, even to me.But I'm not hungry right now.I went around and walked to the back of the parking lot. Although it is a little darker here, it is still too bright for me, so bright that I can hardly see the moon, I can only know by feeling that it is still hanging in the sky, smiling and looking down on our struggling, small and fragile lives, mixed with Watching devils like me and Zandor who take lives and feast on them.

I walked around the perimeter of the parking lot.It looked fairly safe, no one in sight, no one dozing off in the car.It can only be seen from a small window in the high wall behind the church, with frosted glass on the window, which is the toilet.I slowly approached Zander's car, a blue Dodge Extender SUV, parked facing in by the church's back door.I tried the doorknob and it was locked.Parked next to it was an old Chrysler, the Reverend's car.I moved over to the Chrysler and waited at a distance. I pulled a white silk mask from my gym bag and pulled it over my face, adjusting where the eyes were exposed, and pulled out a spool of fishing line that could hold fifty pounds.Everything is ready, and the black dance will be staged next.Little did Zander know that he was idling into a hunter's night, and what awaited him was a sharp sense of wonder, sharp and savage, that would infuse him with ultimate darkness.Soon, slowly and peacefully, he will leave his own life and enter mine, and—

Will Cody remember to brush his teeth?He kept going to bed without brushing his teeth lately, and Rita couldn't bear to pull him up again.But now it is very important to develop good habits for him.Brushing your teeth is important. I gave the noose a flick and let it fall on my lap.Tomorrow is the day for the Astor School annual photo shoot.She'd better be in that outfit from last Easter, it'll look great in pictures.Has she already prepared the clothes and won't forget them tomorrow morning?Sure, she doesn't smile when she's photographed, but at least she has to dress nicely.

I curled up in the dark night, holding the noose in my hand and ready to attack at any time, what was I thinking about?How was it possible that I hadn't allowed my lust to stick its razor-sharp teeth and unleash the nightcrawler's spirit upon my well-deserved playmate, instead filling my head with these thoughts?Could this be a little preview of what this shiny new married life will bring to Dexter? I inhaled carefully, feeling a deep resonance with WC Fields.I also can't deal with kids.I closed my eyes, felt my body was filled with the breath of night, and slowly exhaled again, the cold sense of calm returned.Slowly Dexter receded back, and the Nightcrawler regained the initiative.

It's too late to say-- The back door clicked open, and there was a deafening din from inside, a terrible voice singing "Walk Near You", that voice could make a resurrected person die again, no wonder Zander couldn't stand it.He paused by the door, turned and waved happily and smirked into the room before the door closed and he walked towards the driver's seat of the car.He is ours now. Zander fumbled for the key, and the lock popped.We also came behind him.Before he could react, the noose whizzed through the air and wrapped around his neck.We jerked the noose tight so that he couldn't stand, then dropped to his knees, breathless, his face blackened, and that was all right.

"Keep quiet," we ordered calmly. "Do as we say, don't make a sound, and you'll live a little longer," we said, tightening the noose a little, to let him know that he was in our hands and must obey. Zander falls forward, face down, in the position we'd most like to see.He doesn't smirk anymore now.Halazi dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he grabbed the noose, but we held on tightly, preventing him from putting a finger in.We let go a little as he was about to pass out, just enough for him to catch a painful breath. "Stand up," we said softly, giving him a clear indication of what to do by pulling the noose up.Slowly, Zander stood up on the stand.

"Okay," we said, "get in the car." We handed the noose to my left hand, opened the door, let him sit in, then looped the noose around the doorpost, and we got into the seat behind him, reusing our right hand Hold the noose. "Drive." We ordered in dark and cold voices. "Where are you going?" Xander asked, his voice hoarse and weak now from the noose. We tightened the noose again and reminded him not to speak up.After feeling that he had received the message, we relaxed again. "West side," we said, "stop talking and drive." He started the car, and after the noose tightened a few more times, I drove him west onto Dolphin Highway.For a while Zander obediently did as we were told.He watched us in the rearview mirror from time to time, but when the noose was slightly tightened, he immediately became extremely obedient, and finally we took him on the Palmetto Expressway, heading north.

"Listen," he said suddenly, as we passed the airport, "I've got a lot of money. I'll give you anything you want." "Yes, you can," we said, "you're about to." He didn't understand what we wanted because he relaxed a little. "Okay," he said, his voice still hoarse from the noose, "how much do you want?" We met his eyes in the rearview mirror.Very, very slowly, we tightened the noose around his neck to make him understand.We stayed like that for a while when he was almost suffocating. "All," we said, "we want all of you." We loosened the noose a little. "Keep driving." We ordered.

Zander continued to drive.He was very quiet the rest of the way, but looked less frightened than expected.Of course, he must not believe that all this will really happen to him, that is impossible, for a person like him who is always tightly wrapped and protected by money, everything has a price, and he can pay for it rise.Next he would negotiate the price and buy himself a living. he will.Eventually he'll find a way out, but not with money, and never out of the noose. After a short drive, we arrived at the pre-selected destination Haiali Exit, and we were very quiet along the way.When Xander slowed down and turned down the highway, he glanced at me in fear in the mirror. The fear of the trapped animal in the trap was growing, and he would rather bite off his own leg to escape.His panic was like a fiery light that excited and strengthened both the Nightcrawler and me. "Aren't you—there, where would we be without us?" he stammered, weak and pathetic, more human than ever.This pissed us off and pulled the noose so hard that his head fell on his shoulders and we had to relax a little.Zander had already turned the car to the end of the curve. "Right," we said, and he did.A nasty breath came from his saliva-stained lips, but he did as we were told and drove to the end of the street, then turned left onto a narrow, dark lane that led to an old warehouse. As we said, he stopped in front of the rusted door of an abandoned building, and a half-remained nameplate read "Jong Plasty" faintly. "Park," we said, and he fumbled the car's gear lever into park.We stepped out of the car door and dragged him out of the car again. We pulled him violently, staggered a bit, and we picked him up again.Saliva scabbed his mouth, and he stood in the moonlight, ugly and obscene.The look in his eyes showed that he had slowly understood what was happening in front of him at this moment.He shivered into a ball, and I began to suspect that my previous judgment of his wealth had been wrong.The way he looks at this moment makes him indistinguishable from those he killed himself.The exact same treatment he was undergoing had transformed him and left him with nothing but weakness.We let him stand for a little while to catch his breath, then pushed him toward the door.He put a hand against the concrete wall. "Listen," he said, his voice trembling like a human being, "I can give you a lot of money. Whatever you want." We didn't say a word.Zander licked his lips. "Okay," he said, his voice dry and staccato, hopeless, "what do you want?" "What you want to take away from other people," we said, jerking the noose hard, "but no shoes." His eyes were staring, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he was incontinent. "I haven't," he said, "no..." "You have," we told him, "yes." We said as we pushed him hard through the door, into the well-appointed place.Inside, on the floor against the wall are several rolls of discarded plastic pipes, and most significantly to Zander are two 50-gallon barrels of hydrochloric acid left over from the collapse of Chung Plasty. Getting Zander onto the workbench was a breeze.Moments later he was already taped and secured in the perfect position and we couldn't wait to get to work.Cut the noose first, he panted, the knife cut his throat. "My God!" he said, "Listen, you're making a big mistake." We say nothing.A well-planned job awaits us, slowly slitting open his clothes and carefully dipping them into one of the hydrochloric acid vats. "Oh, fuck it, please," he said, "really, it's not what you think—you don't know what you're doing." We were ready and held the knife at him to show him that we knew very well what we were doing and what we were going to do. "Dude, please," he said.The unprecedented fear made him forget about the humiliation caused by peeing his pants and begging repeatedly, and everything else. Then, very surprisingly, he became quiet.He looked me straight in the eye, clear, and said in a voice I had never heard before, "He will find you." We paused, trying to figure out what he meant.We believed it was his death throes, which spoiled and exasperated the extreme horror we had enjoyed so much.So we taped his mouth shut and got back to work. When we finished our work, there was nothing left but one of his shoes.We thought about storing it away, but of course that wasn't neat enough, so it ended up in the hydrochloric acid vat, where it joined the rest of Xander. That's not very good, thought the observer.They've been in abandoned warehouses for so long that it's clear that whatever they're doing isn't going to be general social content. Nor was his scheduled meeting with Zander a social one.Those meetings were always purposeful and informative, though Zander clearly didn't see it that way.In their few encounters, the awe on Zander's face has clearly expressed the inner activities of this silly boy.He was immensely proud of his modest contribution, and eager to get close to that cold and super powerful divine power. The Observer has no regrets about what might have happened to Zander.He is easily replaced.It's amazing why this happened tonight and what it means. He was content that he hadn't interfered with this, that he was just lurking, stalking.He could have easily entered the warehouse, stopped the brash boy who took Xandor, and cut him to pieces.Even now, he could feel the agitation of a gigantic energy within him that roared to destroy everything that stood in its way - but no. Observers have both patience and strength.If the kid is really a threat, better wait and see.When he has fully understood his opponent, he strikes, killing him swiftly and overwhelmingly. So he just observes.The kid came out a few hours later and got into Zander's car.The observer followed carefully, first turned off the headlights and followed the blue "Turner", which is easy at night when there are few vehicles.The kid parked the car at the subway station and got on the train. He also jumped into the compartment just before the door closed, sat at one end far away, and looked at the other person's face carefully for the first time. Very young, handsome even, with an innocent charm.Not as expected, but they never live up to expectations. Observers follow along.The other party got off at Dadeland Station and walked towards a large area of ​​parked cars.It was late and the parking lot was empty.He knew that he could strike now, it was as easy as flipping the palm of his hand, as long as he slipped behind the opponent and let the power gather from his body to the palm of his hand, he could end the opponent's life in this night.He felt the power in his body rising slowly and violently, and he approached slowly, almost already able to taste the wonderful and quiet killing. Suddenly he stopped and turned slowly into another passage. Because there is a very conspicuous sign on the windshield of the opponent's car. Police car parking pass. He is thankful that he has enough patience.If the other party is a policeman... then the problem is much more complicated than expected.Very bad.It takes careful planning and a lot of observation. So the watcher quietly disappears into the night, he needs to prepare and observe.