Prompt: #22, Libido
Warnings: None besides the fandom.
Summary: It's not Dexter's worst fear, but it comes close.
Spoilers: Spoilers for S1.
Word Count: About a hundred.
Your cover is blown, and you can only watch as your hands engage in an instinctual pattern of violence full of alien, ragged rhythms. Your eyes -as used to forensics as a painters' to form- see traces everywhere. Fingerprints, fluids; you are writing your name on this room and this body.
You are leaving yourself here. You want to stop, to run, to clean. Harry's warnings and teachings itch for the control of your body.
There's no control to be had.
You close your eyes and give yourself to yourself and death.
It takes you a while to understand when later Rita says that she wants this to happen again.