"I am the jury and this is the trail. She may be dead, but she's still here, watching, upset. She has a say in ways you'll never know," They pointed at one of their glowing eyes.

The uncle glared at them.

Dex looked at their glowing eyes, wondering what it meant by that his mother was upset... and watching.

ST walked forward, picking up Deric off of Dexter and placing him down on the floor, "Don't think either of you will go unpunished. Deric, you are first. Your punishment is... death!"

Deric stumbled as he stood, the apearant punishment shocked him. "You can't!" He took a step back, eyes now wide.

Dexter began shaking, knowing he was probably going to get the same thing since he'd begun doing what his uncle had only a year after his mother had died. He only had because his uncle had begun abusing him right away.

"Hm? So your just going to pretend you didn't abuse Dexter? Maybe you should apologize and I might just change my mind," ST's eyes glowed, though they seemed calm, they had done this lots of time.

"Abuse is such a strong word~, I just did with him what he does with others anyway. He's growing up, not like it's too early to learn."

ST disappeared and appeared behind him, pressing one clawed hand against his throat and the other stabbing him in the stomach.

Deric cried out as Dexter gasped, hands covering his own mouth.

"Usually I would just erase you, but why would I do that," They asked pulling their hand out as they watched Deric bleed.

(Just a no- *sees amount of pms* 6! What the flip xD?)

Deric wrapped his arms around his torso, blood starting to drip into his mouth a bit.

Dexter was frightened, he'd never wanted to see something this bad against his uncle. He was all the family he had left.