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God, I want to die. I don't think I can take any more of this. How long have I been locked up down here? Days? Weeks? Months? I can't tell anymore. How long will they keep me here? I can't take any more of their experiments. I just want to sit down. Just want to sit... why won't they let me sit? I've been secured to this wall, upright and spread-eagle since they brought me here... All of these damn scientists, constantly watching me, injecting me, feeding me all kinds of things... I'm tired ot them. I'm tired of this. Constantly drugged up... can't tell what's going on sometimes, can't even talk... For so long, I searched for some way to escape.. But it's not there... Not there... these bonds encasing my hands and feet are too strong... armed guards all over the place... no escape... no escape...

Bastards. Grabbed me right off the street. Pulled me into a van... why? Why me? Because I'm a mutant? So what if I can feel other people's emotions? What did that bald guy call me? An empath? Professor Xander or something like that... wanted me to join his school... years ago... I said thank you but no, good ol' Dexter is doing fine by hisself. Going to Yale next year. Big plans. Good ol' Dexter is doing fine. Just fine.

Guinea pig. That's what they've made me. Can't feel anything anymore except other people's emotions. All of these experiments and tests... Experiment after experiment. Blood samples, tissue samples, hair samples. Take everything from Dexter. All of them around a big table. Talking. Shouting. Discussing. Persuading.

Celebration. Finally, triumph. The scientists have discovered something. Maybe they'll let me go? Shaking of hands. Satisfaction. Can barely hear them in this haze...

"... fax the formula..."

"Call Michael, get him down..."

"What about him?"

Turn to look at me. What about "him"? What about me? Let me go! Can't talk... mouth feels like it's full of molasses... Disgust. Scorn. Hate me. One of them grabs a syringe. Checks it.

"...finish him off..."

Finish me? No escape? Flicks the syringe. Approaches me. Reaches up. Needle goes in my arm. Warm feeling there. Dexter is dead? Dexter'sdead...Dexter'sdead...Dexter'sdead... Nothing to do but wait... no pain, too many drugs to feel anything. Release finally. End of me. No school. No job. No life. Dexter ends below a subway tunnel.

Shock. Complete surprise. Labcoats spin around. Armed guards caught off-guard. Someone new. Unrestrained fury. Look up. My vision dimming... Short guy... Wading throught the guards... huge claws... Hack and slash... hack and slash. Never slows down. Like a freight train. A man possessed.

Guards don't stand a chance. Little guy keeps taking bullets... doesn't stop him. Doesn't even phase him. Coming for me? Coming for them? Can't see clearly anymore... Death, death, death. Scientists scurrying about. Death, death, death. Death coming for me. Death coming for them. Death, death, death...