Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Dexter and Mandark Trip the Realm – Chapter 4

A
Hole in the World

Mandark
landed on his rump again. He couldnt figure out HOW the two of
them had managed to rip themselves from the freakish Arabian world,
but he was grateful.

Dexter
raised himself off of the gravel. Apparently the two of them were in
a street. Streetlamps, thin and spindly, towered over the two boys,
dumping light onto the street below. In the eerie light, Dexters
red hair resembled a shock of lightning.

Maybe
I died, Dexter hypothesized. That would probably set off a
reaction within my device. I made it so that I couldnt be mortally
injured

But
now the question is did you really die? Mandark questioned as
he observed that his clothes had gone back to normal. He choked on
his words after noticing that his arms had grown as twig-like as the
oppressive streetlamps. His legs were the same as his arms, and his
head felt huge upon his body.

Mandark
frantically looked at Dexter. His body had ballooned in size, but his
legs were ridiculously thin. Mandark shook his head quickly, rattling
his eyeballs in the process. He felt a pressure right between his
eyes, and clutched his forehead in agony.

Where
are we? Mandark managed to murmur.

Dexters
spectacles rose to the cluster of invasive lamps. The slums.

The
slums. Mandark gaped at Dexter. Any other potentially
life-threatening places in this stupid gadget?! And, while were on
that tangent, WHY would you PUT life-threatening locales in this
stupid gadget?!

Dexter
rolled his eyes. Like I would tell you.
If Im going
to die, Id like to know! Mandark demanded just as cold metal
slammed against his forehead. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Dexter tried to scream, but the assailant grabbed Dexter by his hair,
hoisted Mandark over their shoulder, and took off.

Dexter
felt the wind blasting into his eyes the attacker was running
quite fast. Mandarks skeletal arms flailed about aimlessly, and
Dexter had to feel some pity towards him, although it was Mandarks
fault in the end.

The
boys attacker kicked open a rotting purple door on a
bizarre-looking building. It was so peppered with bullet holes that
the house resembled less of a building than a bunker. The floor was
hard and frozen, something Dexter learned after the aggressor tossed
him onto the ground. Mandark was given a destroyed couch.

My
God, this is not good the assailant muttered in a decidedly
female voice. Dexters eyes widened with shock as her face came
into plain view.

He
had to keep his voice from yelling out.

I
thought you were someone else, the face of Ellen Rourke, blonde
school prima donna and overall psychopath, cooed sympathetically.
Ellen Rourke wasnt one for sympathy. Shed tried multiple times
to ruin Noras life, not to mention Natalies, and Dee-Dees;
Ellen wasnt one for kindness, or selflessness, or anything similar
to that. Seeing her so concerned about her misdeed was interesting to
Dexter.

Mandark
was breathing, but a trickle of blood ran down the bridge of his
nose. Ellen put a grimy hand to her mouth. Dexter was taken aback
once again the Ellen he knew would never have a soiled hand,
never mind one without a manicure. His own creation was shocking him.

Ellen
immediately busied herself wiping Mandarks face down. Her limbs
were as stick-like as Mandarks, and her thin frame looked
completely emaciated, compared to Mandarks healthy one. In fact,
Mandark looked downright attractive, lying there on the couch,
breathing softly

Dexter
gulped down some spit. What on EARTH was that?! Now his resolve to
leave the slums was even stronger. It bred dangerous thoughts.

Ellen
shook some flecks of blood off of the back of her hand, sighing with
relief. At least hell be all right. She turned to Dexter.
Im really sorry I thought your friend was Debu. He has the
same color hair as her. Im Ellen.

Dexter
shook her dirty hand. Dexter. Thats Mandark.

Ellen
nodded. Im surprised you had the nerve to walk around after
dark. Everyone knows that Debus on the loose.

Debu.
Dexter mulled it over in his head before realizing of course.
Nora Debussi. Debu, a portmanteau of her last name. By on the
loose

Ellen
gaped at him.

Im
not from this town. Mandark and I are trying to find a friend,
Dexter quickly lied.

Well,
chances are if your friend is lost, Debu killed them, Ellen said
emotionlessly. She just escaped from the sanatorium a day or two
ago, and shes been terrorizing the town since then. The police are
baffled, but Im not. Ellens face soured as she tossed an
automatic pistol onto a cluttered coffee table. The Organization
sees all.

Very
1984.

Mandark
had awoken, evidently, and was now staring, bleary-eyed, at a dim
blue fluorescent bulb on the ceiling. His fingers twitched at random
intervals. You said your name was Ellen?

Ellen
Rourke, member number 190-23 of the Organization, Ellen rattled
off. Are you a member?

Im
just looking for a friend, Mandark echoed, looking around the
hopelessly battered home. This Debu woman how can you be so
sure that shes murdering people?

The
bodies, Ellen responded point-blank.

Bodies?
Dexter and Mandark said together.

Two
men, a woman, and one so mutilated that we cant figure out what it
was, Ellen explained coldly. We need to find her so that this
will end and everything will be moderately safe again.

Moderately
safe, Mandark murmured. Yeah, okay

He
interlaced his fingers, his spindly disjointed fingers, and looked at
Dexter. Dexter looked back at him. They both stood simultaneously.

Thank
you, Miss Ellen, but we really need to find our friend, Dexter
told her. Ellens jaw dropped at least four inches. Mandark nodded.

Now
that we know about this killer we figure finding her is our top
priority, Mandark agreed. He shook Ellens shaking hand, not
looking at her wide, fearful eyes. Dexter, too, avoided her eyes
they were pained enough to convince anyone to stay, not run out into
the streets. But both Dexter and Mandark could feel how imperative it
was to find Nora.

As
they walked out of Ellens dilapidated shed of a house, they only
had to look at each other to realize they were on the same page.
Finding Nora might help them piece together the mystery of these
worlds.

A/N:
First off, many thanks to rachelprue for being my beta for this
chapter, and hopefully the rest of the story. Her comments really
cleaned up the writing. 3!

A/N
2: And now for a Very Special AN. Id like to talk for a bit about
Nora Debussi, since theres much confusion about her character all
of a sudden. She is, and always will be, an original character I
created in mid-2004 for the Dexters Laboratory fandom, and was
never in the television series. Since some new fanfic writers think
shes canon (to which Im all, really? My writing was that
good?), I figured it was an issue that needed to be addressed. In the
future, anyone wishing to use Nora in any of their stories should PM
me for permission Ill most likely give it to you, unless
youre planning on writing a lemon.

DISCLAIMER:
I dont own Dexters Lab, no way, no how.