First on scene was Harry Morgan, to you he may have been your hero, but to me he was my executioner. He was the man that separated me from my remaining family, and deemed me unsuitable as a human. Too broken, those were the words that haunted my very existence until I was 21 and they finally released me. For years I was left alone in those empty rooms with only my thoughts of a family as company, yet meanwhile you got him. You got to spend years watching him grow and mature into the beautiful killing machine that he is today, you go to watch him fight his way through the normalcy of life and blossom into perfect imitation of a "normal" human.

And from what I can tell, you hated it. You hated the boy that wasn't even your brother take all of your father's precious attention. They were always going on special hunting trips that you weren't allowed to go on, or spending time together in the garage. Do you know what I would have done to be in your position? To even spend one single day with him?" His face twisted as he said this, it was easy to hide almost any feeling that arose, or didn't, for that matter, but this was a sensitive subject for him. He wouldn't have cared about being in that damn institution if it wasn't for Dexter, they needed each other.

"So Deborah, now you realize what all of those hunting trips were and why you weren't allowed to go. It's because those trips were training for him, training for him to move onto bigger prey." He watched in delight as that face that he had become mildly accustomed to slowly began processing all of this information. It contorted from horror to confusion and hurt. "But now that Harry is dead, poor Dexter is all by himself in this world. He needs someone by his side that can help him and truly understand him." She opened her mouth as if she was about to respond, and then thought better of it.

Taking his knife he slowly drug the side of it against her face, reveling in how even though she tried her best to hide it, he could still sense the fear emanating from her. Every part of him screamed to begin, he wanted desperately just to slice into that skin even once. But he knew that if he started, his Passenger would take over and he wouldn't be able to stop. He started tapping his foot impatiently, worried that Dexter wouldn't be able to find them with the clues he had been given.

Noticing that his attention was off of her, she took advantage of this and began asking him questions.

"So how do you know that Dexter will side with you instead of me?" She knew that this question was risky, but admittedly, it was bothering her. Regardless of what he wanted, she had been the one to grow up with Dexter, not him. And no matter how messed up their situation was, Dexter was still her big brother and she would like to believe that he wouldn't betray her for some stranger. Brian turned to face him, mouth upturned into a giant grin, giving her the chills.

"Well my dear, I'm not appealing to his human half, but rather the half that was broken a long time ago. That part of him doesn't have any connections to people except for those of his own kind. And do you honestly believe that he has formed a bond with you, or was it all just fake emotions to make himself seem normal so that he didn't end up with me?" She was dumbstruck, she honestly hadn't thought of that and honestly it terrified her. He grinned again because he knew that he had won this argument.

The sound of a car pulling up broke him out of his victory trance. Knowing who it was caused his heart to beat a little faster, the time was near. An idea struck him then and he turned back to his dearly demised Deborah.

"Why don't we make a little deal? As long as you stay quiet and pretend to be unconscious, then I wont drug you again. This way you can be awake for all of the fun and you can hear how far your so called "relationship" with your brother will really get you. And it benefits me because I know that you will get to hear our conversation before he finally becomes free. I will know that you will be awake for when we begin. But know that if I hear you make even a sound, I will not hesitate to kill you myself. Does this sound good or no?" Deborah merely nodded, fear paralyzing her senses.

And with that, she was left in the dark garage alone.