revenge finally

So Dexter was having a particularly bad day (once again) because of his tall, air-headed bitch of a sister.He had been sat on a tall stool (otherwise he wouldn't be able to reach)mixing two highly dangerous and toxic chemicals together.Equipped with science goggles and protective gloves, he ever so carefully had to put one drop of the red chemical into the green (author's note:I'm not good at chemistry!).No matter how many times Dee-dee sabotages Dexter's Laboratory,as smart as he is, Dexter is always blissfully ignorant and gets down to work with his laboratory and inventions.Although every time,Dee-dee would find some comically typical way of getting into the lab, bounding in with her freakishly large feet with ballet shoes,and scream "WHATCHA DOIN DEX!" or, the even worse massively annoying catchphrase:"what does this button doo?" causing a lot of frustration and anxiety for poor Dexter. "One day...." he'll mutter to himself whilst tucked away at night,"one day i will get my revenge on my stoopid sister...." then will take joy in rubbing his hands together and cackling softly to himself like a stereo-typical movie villian.
Anyhow, on this one day, Dee-dee had skipped in once again, bunches bouncing either side of the empty skull between,Dexter again wasnt aware dee-dee had got into the "secret" lab.She skipped up until she was right behind him, took a deep breath and then screeched "HII DEXTER!" Dexter jump two inches from his stool, then watched in horror as the bubbling red chemical flipped into the air upside-down, and splashed onto his ginger head.He screamed in agony as he felt his skin burn.Dee-dee stood staring like a fool at her brother writhing in agony- (because of her again)!And put her hand over her mouth, and giggled. Dexter heard the giggle, even through all of his pain, and lifted his head from the floor. He felt his eyes well up."Why?" he whispered to his sister. "why...must you do this to me...Dee-dee? Why must you cause me this un-describable pain?Maybe..jealousy? No,no...your too much of an ignoramus to even know what jealousy is..." Dee-dee stood still, listening to Dexters confusing vocabulary, practically drooling.*wow...Dexter seems...now what was that word...in..in-agony!That's it...* Dee-dee thought, then took the time to stand and ponder about why Dexter was running to the lab sink and flinging cold water over his head, and why the hell he was asking her stupid questions? *he's flinging water over his head because...a-hah!Because he's upset...and sometimes when you're upset your angry too..and..yeah! When you're mad you get hot! Soo...he's cooling down!Poor Brother...ill try and cheer the little guy up!* Dee-dee then bounced over to Dexter and ruffled his red locks, but also his recently burnt scalp. Dexter yelped again as the scarred sensitive skin on his head got disturbed, but the strange thing was, the worst agony was when Dee-dee bellowed in his ear..."cheer up lil bwother!!" just as that happened something clicked inside Dexter...his whole young life...he couldve created the most amazing inventions... changed history at the age of nine! (is that his age?*) gained more knowledge. But he's never been allowed to do that, because of this retarded slimy bitch of a sister!A life of misery...thats all hes ever had because of this drooling bimbo! Dexter's physical pain vanished, and his head raised to reveal scalded damaged face, and eyes bulging with angst, and pure hate. Dexter opened his mouth to speak. "Dee-dee my sweet...." a grin spread across Dee-dee's face as she recognised Dexters voice had become calm."Yeah brother?!" - "Do you want the lab so much?" - "YEAH I DO!" - "well...you can have it." Dexter grinned, and walked towards the escape tube. He took one last look around the lab he once loved more than anything else. *at least i can have one more go on this thing!* he thought, looking at the escape tube. "Dexter...where are you going?" asked the idiot, puzzled. "I told you, Dee-dee. This is your lab.Im leaving it to you" Dexter said calmly, with the same sinister grin across his face, still in pain from the acidic chemical. Quick as a flash, the small boy shot up the tube, and heard the carpet flop backwards as he arrived at his room. He took off his lab jacket, and his little formal boots.Dexter then took a big sigh,chuckled, and thought about Dee-dee starving to death on her own in the dark laboratory, not being able to get out. That afternoon he spent his time making sure EVERY SINGLE entrance/exit to the lab was closed.His mom and dad didnt know it existed.Dexter cackled to himself, knowing Dee-dee is enclosed in that dark place he used to spend his life in. He would never go back there, He would find friends, go in the sunshine. Dee-dee wont anymore. She got what she wanted. The lab. Dexter grinned so much his sore skin ached, thinking of the many ways Dee-dee could get harmed down there. Electrocuted. Starvation.Chemical burn.(like she had caused him to get).He let out one last loud and refreshing cackle, and made his way down the stairs to let mom kiss his burns better.