Post by hannibal on Aug 2, 2015 23:41:01 GMT
A man stood quiet at the edge of a crime scene, lingering on the out edges with everyone else a tall slender man who had an unreadable expression. The man in the scene moved forward, and then shut his eyes. In the back of his mind, he erased everything that had happened the blood had been removed from the walls, the bodies had life breathed into them, a woman was sat at a dinner table in his mind, Will Graham was seated at the dining table across from him the husbands hands where bound and his legs secured to the chair legs, a child no older than seven was also bound. Finally he stood all while speaking. "I'm sitting at the table, the husband and child are bound, but the wife is not.. I get up and I cut Mrs. Hurley's throat with a single slice, she died almost instantly" in his mind he had used a knife and cut the wife ear to ear and let her blood pour across the table. "Next I move to Mr. Hurley, I take more time with him, but he's not the focus, I inflict many cuts across his face and neck before puncturing his throat." he was in action in his imagination, and then Mr Hurley too was dead. "Last is the boy, he is the focus, the audience, I kill him mercilessly. This is my Design."
It had been the fourth family this year to be killed, each had at least one child and where all killed at the diner table, The Last Supper, for them, the killer sat the children up as audience members, and didn't seem to discriminate, age, sex, color, none of it mattered. A broad shouldered black man pushed passed the tall slender man to approach Will Graham. "Thanks Will, are you okay?" he inquired, lately his agent had been seeming shaky, and timid and paranoid. Will Graham took of his glasses. "It was you who made me not fine Jack" he spoke quietly and Jack Crawford sighed and lowered his head, he needed Will Graham. The tall man had tread forward. "Come Will" he beckoned drawing the shaking Will Graham away from the crime scene and through the house and outside. Once in the frigid Maryland air, Will inhaled deep breaths under an observing eye of Hannibal Lecter.
"Do you feel like you are bringing something back Will?" Hannibal asked and Will turned to gaze at him, he had strong beliefs about Hannibal. "I brought something back the moment Jack brought me back" Will said, thinking back to Garret Jacob Hobbs the Minnesota Shrike, tipped off by an unknown caller, who was now believed to be the Chesapeake Ripper. Hannibal frowned, and nudged Will's arm and the two started towards yellow crime scene tape, Hannibal lifted it up and let Will cross under it first, before following him towards the car, ignoring the reporters who had gathered, well, the best they could, Will was growing agitated. Hannibal stepped forward. "There is no comment at this time" and ushered will into the passenger side of his vehicle.
The trip back to Hannibal's office took two hours, which within the first thirty minutes of the drive, Will had fallen asleep, he didn't sleep much these days, even now in his sleep he began to sweat and twitched whimpering a little bit, causing Hannibal to look at him. According to Will, Jack was bringing in a new agent, Will didn't seem to pleased, Hannibal was mostly curious they where brought in to mostly focus on his case, the Chesapeake Ripper. Once back to his office, Will woke with a start. "You're safe Will" Hannibal soothed, Will's heart was racing and he scrabbled for the door handle and shoved the door open and stumbled out filling his lungs with cold air.
Hannibal climbed out more slowly watched Will. "I have to go" he mumbled and Will was moving for his own car, he had another hour drive to his home, he didn't mind the commute. Hannibal watched him, it was only one in the afternoon surely he would head to the office? Hannibal ran his tongue over his lips. "Will, perhaps we should head back to the offices, and go over the evidence they've collected" Hannibal suggested and Will sighed, and once more climbed into Hannibal's car, he'd rather be home with his dogs. Hannibal however was curious as if to the new agent had arrived from Quantico yet, that and Jack wouldn't be to happy that Hannibal let Will run off so early in the day, not when he had a class later, over Garret Jacob Hobbs.
Upon reaching the offices, they immediately headed to the sub floors, the laboratories where they were met with files and rushed words about how they found the same partial prints on every crime scene, but explained they also wouldn't know if the print was at this scene yet as the results where still running, however they were also still disappointed to find that their killer wasn't in any database.
(sorry for the long intro! I tried to leave parts of it open for you to post with ease, ;A; im bad at that kinda stuff so)
It had been the fourth family this year to be killed, each had at least one child and where all killed at the diner table, The Last Supper, for them, the killer sat the children up as audience members, and didn't seem to discriminate, age, sex, color, none of it mattered. A broad shouldered black man pushed passed the tall slender man to approach Will Graham. "Thanks Will, are you okay?" he inquired, lately his agent had been seeming shaky, and timid and paranoid. Will Graham took of his glasses. "It was you who made me not fine Jack" he spoke quietly and Jack Crawford sighed and lowered his head, he needed Will Graham. The tall man had tread forward. "Come Will" he beckoned drawing the shaking Will Graham away from the crime scene and through the house and outside. Once in the frigid Maryland air, Will inhaled deep breaths under an observing eye of Hannibal Lecter.
"Do you feel like you are bringing something back Will?" Hannibal asked and Will turned to gaze at him, he had strong beliefs about Hannibal. "I brought something back the moment Jack brought me back" Will said, thinking back to Garret Jacob Hobbs the Minnesota Shrike, tipped off by an unknown caller, who was now believed to be the Chesapeake Ripper. Hannibal frowned, and nudged Will's arm and the two started towards yellow crime scene tape, Hannibal lifted it up and let Will cross under it first, before following him towards the car, ignoring the reporters who had gathered, well, the best they could, Will was growing agitated. Hannibal stepped forward. "There is no comment at this time" and ushered will into the passenger side of his vehicle.
The trip back to Hannibal's office took two hours, which within the first thirty minutes of the drive, Will had fallen asleep, he didn't sleep much these days, even now in his sleep he began to sweat and twitched whimpering a little bit, causing Hannibal to look at him. According to Will, Jack was bringing in a new agent, Will didn't seem to pleased, Hannibal was mostly curious they where brought in to mostly focus on his case, the Chesapeake Ripper. Once back to his office, Will woke with a start. "You're safe Will" Hannibal soothed, Will's heart was racing and he scrabbled for the door handle and shoved the door open and stumbled out filling his lungs with cold air.
Hannibal climbed out more slowly watched Will. "I have to go" he mumbled and Will was moving for his own car, he had another hour drive to his home, he didn't mind the commute. Hannibal watched him, it was only one in the afternoon surely he would head to the office? Hannibal ran his tongue over his lips. "Will, perhaps we should head back to the offices, and go over the evidence they've collected" Hannibal suggested and Will sighed, and once more climbed into Hannibal's car, he'd rather be home with his dogs. Hannibal however was curious as if to the new agent had arrived from Quantico yet, that and Jack wouldn't be to happy that Hannibal let Will run off so early in the day, not when he had a class later, over Garret Jacob Hobbs.
Upon reaching the offices, they immediately headed to the sub floors, the laboratories where they were met with files and rushed words about how they found the same partial prints on every crime scene, but explained they also wouldn't know if the print was at this scene yet as the results where still running, however they were also still disappointed to find that their killer wasn't in any database.
(sorry for the long intro! I tried to leave parts of it open for you to post with ease, ;A; im bad at that kinda stuff so)
