Hannigram

Chapter 36

There had been a break in.

Will had never moved so fast, he didn't even bother to do up his fannel or tie his shoes as he bolted out of the house and down the street straight for Hamnibal.
"Please be ok" he thought as his tattered shoes slapped against the pavement. He willed his legs to go faster but it just wasn't happening. As he rounded the corner to Hannibals Street he could see the flashing blue lights of several police cars and an ambulance.
"Oh god!" His mind raced. Who was hurt, what was stolen, is Hannibal ok?
He ran even though his chest burnt and his legs felt like they would crumble any minute.

He got to the tape as a police officer held out his hand to stop him. "No you have to let me in" Will pleaded but he stopped suddenly watching a stretcher be brought out of the house with an unconscious Hannibal on it, paramedics pressing gauze to his side as blood soaked through.
This sight only made Will more frantic pushing against the officer holding him.
"Let me through!" He cried. "He's my friend!" He started to sound defeated before he was spotted by Hannibals father who was stood to the side of the stretcher.
"Will?" He called over the commotion. "Let him through" His dad said and the officer reluctantly let go and Will ran to him.
"He was stabbed. I don't know who by but the wound is pretty deep. They are saying lacerated liver" Mr Lector chocked back a sob and pulled the blanket on his shoulders further around himself.
Will didn't know what to say, he didn't know what he should say. A single tear slipped down his face as he watched his friend be wheeled into the ambulance, shortly followed by his dad.
He stood for a minute, letting everybody run around him, he knew what he was going to try, he just didn't want it to work but he knew he owed his friend, his boyfriend who he had hurt so much. Slowly, shakily, he made his way up to the steps and into the house and up to Hannibals room. The familiar sent of Hannibal cologne filled his nose as he opened the door and stepped inside.
He wasn't fully sure on how his 'abilities' worked but he knew he had to try. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and blocked out the sounds around him. Concentrating hard he saw a familiar sight as the yellow lights flew past his eyes.

Once he opened them again the room was dark. Will looked towards Hannibals bed to see him sleeping soundly, his hair slightly over his eyes. Will watched him for a moment, totally lost in the details of his sleeping face. So relaxed. Suddenly there was a bang from down stairs. He looked up quickly and heard Hannibal stir. Another bang and glass shattering made his walk to the door. Hand on the handle. Will noticed Hannibal was fully awake now with a startelled look on his face. Hannibal pulled back the sheets.
"Dad?" He said quietly to himself as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and made his way to the door.
Will wanted to shout, to scream, anything to stop him from going downstairs and facing who ever was breaking in. But he knew it wouldn't work.
Instead he just simply had to follow him as he padded softly across the hall to the top of the stairs. A light was on in the kitchen and another crash followed by a muffled "dammit" came from the same direction. Hannibal stayed quiet as he went down the stairs.
"Dad?" He questioned, a lot louder than before. As he moved closer to the kitchen, a dark figure stepped out of the kitchen.
"I ain't your daddy" Came a gruff voice, making them both stop in their tracks. It was at that moment Will spotted the knife. It seemed that Hannibal did too and before he could cry out for help the figure took a few long strides and wrapped his arm around Hannibals neck. At this point Will was in shock, he only snapped out of it when he heard movement upstairs. Mr Lector must have heard the noise too and was going to investigate. He appeared at the top of the stairs, flicking the light on. He only looked half awake but by the time he had gotten downstairs and noticed what was happening he was wide awake.

He held out a hand.
"Please" was the only word he got out as Hannibal was stabbed and fell to the floor in a heap