Dexter Lab Background Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the air was filled with the mechanical whir of machinery as a dozen automated defense bullets dropped down from the high ceiling. We would never avoid this. "Well, well, well," a smooth, cold voice echoed through the overhead loudspeakers. "Look at the garbage the storm washed up on my doorstep." The thick plexiglass observation window above lit up with bright white light. Dexter was standing right behind the glass in a clean white lab coat with his hands tucked into his pockets. His thin face was completely calm, and a small smile rested on his lips as he looked down at us like we were mice in a jar.

Killer But the evidence of the boy I once knew, no longer existed. The slight limp gifted to him by my sister when she knocked him also MIA, as his keen gaze watches me with a hard-eye stare. I knew Dexter first from his father's unorthodox connection with the Delroy family. It was a relationship built on a blood oath that was made many years ago. A price paid to secure they had a future that wasn’t coated with their past discretions. What exactly it was, is still yet to be known. And I wanted to know.

"If you don't start talking right now, you're going to regret it. I'll make damn sure to make you regret ever being born." Antonio started forcing the words out, his voice was a chattering mess. "We... everyone calls him... Dexter. I swear, that's all I know, sir! Dexter!" I turned toward Vincent, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. "Find out every damn thing about this Dexter. Along with that asshole who came into Olivia's room at the hospital. I want them found immediately. I want to know why they are targeting Evelyn. If they are connected." "On it, sir. We'll start scrubbing the dark web now," Vincent confirmed, he was already pulling out his secure satellite phone.

Dexter had worked with three wealthy families before he came to work for the Siromanis. He worked for his past employers as a software developer, which was what he studied. During those periods, there was hardly anything he didn't witness. The boys in those families turned him into a play thing. They'd boss him around like he was their property. The girls were another story. They did everything they could to get his attention and when he didn't let them have their way, they would become antagonistic. Sometimes, their boyfriends saw him as a threat and only didn't fight him because he was older than them.

’ This was the reason Doreen found it hard to trust anyone but the thing was, she never even expected Dexter to come after her when she told his secretary to not give her information to anyone. ‘It’s okay. He’s already here. Talk to you later.’ “She could be,” Gabriel responded to Dexter, not accepting or refusing the accusation. Then he asked again, “So what makes you chase your staff around? It's not new for them to resign with immediate effect. It happens all the time.” Dexter knew that Doreen was listening and thought to speak truthfully. “Doreen is different. Even when she dresses in unattractive clothes, she just carries a presence that is so calming and infectious.”

"I know you've created some new zombies, but they're nothing before me! Surrender now, and you'll suffer less." Indeed, Dexter was a corpse controller who could transform dead bodies into zombies. Most corpse controllers were actually righteous practitioners, but Dexter's twisted mind had led him down a dark path. His murder count was highest among the Aces because of his obsession with zombie creation. He would regularly experiment on living people and even children, so his crimes were truly unforgivable. Dexter pulled out a bell. With a shake, four figures appeared. "Mr. Hunter, I can guarantee with absolute certainty that none of you are leaving here alive!"

Possibly it is the reason, why it is so hard, if not totally impossible to prove their existence. The five Paranormal students talk to Dexter, to become their resource person, in their studies, they have heard a lot about him, they have witness he can talk with the monkeys. Dexter possibly could lead them to a good material for their research work, for their thesis writing. “Please help us making our work more meaningful” they begging to Dexter “You have stayed in the mysterious place longer than any one, you can help us” one added “I have help you, I have told you where to camp to see them” Dexter answered them.

Dexter was speechless at Xavier's desperation. After all, he was Adil's 108th descendent, not the 108th descendent of a goddess. How could he treat him if his penis had been dissected? Was he supposed to grab some dirt and mold a new one for him? Since Jerome and Wynne had both recovered, they no longer paid attention to Xavier. Since Wynne invited Dexter over in the first place, he quickly turned to him and said, "Mr. Olsen, after such a long journey, let me host a banquet to welcome you properly."

“I must go now. But everything is alright, correct? You don’t need anything? You’ve settled in well?” “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” Ambrose takes a step but my words stop him in his tracks. “Could you tell me his name? The name of the man whose life I’m going to ruin?” “Not necessarily his life,” Ambrose corrects. “More like his criminal career. And his name is Dexter. Dexter Russell. Everyone knows him simply as Dex, though.” I nod. “Thank you.” I move closer to the group, my empty paper cup in my hand still. I have to find a way of discarding it. The man’s name doesn’t leave my mind, not for a second. I keep thinking about him and trying to imagine his face but fail.

LEVEL 50 - APPLIED SCIENCES DIVISION The Board’s applied sciences lab was a sprawling, sterile white room filled with holographic drafting tables, quantum processors, and the brightest, most morally flexible minds in Coldwater. Right now, they were huddled in the center of the room, surrounded by four heavily armed Iron Wolves. Dax walked through the automatic doors, carrying the canvas bag. I was right behind him, flanked by my father and Reaper. Dax didn't give a villain monologue. He didn't gloat. He walked over to the main holographic projection table, swept a million credits' worth of delicate optical equipment onto the floor with his forearm, and gently set the bag down.