Hannigram

Chapter 46

Will was in an empty room, it was dark and dingy with an odd smell he couldn't quite place.

"Hello?" He called to a seemingly empty room. The only reply he received was his own echoed voice as it bounced of the walls back to him. His heels clicked against the concrete as he started to walk around, trying his best to work out where he was and why he was there. The smell grew increasingly worse the further he walked. A looming red door came into view and he figured he was at the end of the room, but when he got to it he realised that the door didn't connect to a wall.

"What?" he asked quite but audible, as he walked all the way round the door. He tried to open it from one side but it seemed to be locked so he tried the other. The door sung open with ease and the foul odour hit him in the face like a bowling ball causing him to double over and throw up onto the fall beside him. He held his arm up to his face trying his best to shield himself form the smell that was getting worse. As he made his way slowly into the room, a figure began to become more and more clear.

Will knew it was a man and could tell the smell was coming from him but that's all he could make out right now. Suddenly a white burning light came on, temporarily blinding the boy making him move his arm from his mouth to his eyes. Slowly, he adjusted to the sudden light and could finally make out the figure before him. It was Hannibal, but he looked like he was rotting away. The side where he had been stabbed was necrotic and his eyes were glazed over. Will stood in place, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"This is your fault" Hannibal groaned "If you had gotten here earlier, I wouldn't have ended up like this!" Hannibal took a step forward, repeating himself and Wil backed away. "That isn't true" He said weakly as he coward form him "You're not dead!" But that did not stop Hannibal repeating himself over and over again, getting louder each time. Wills back hit the wall behind him and he felt it pushing him closer and closer to the rotting Hannibal, he turned to go thought the door to find it gone. So instead, he started to beat on the wall shouting "NO!" and "You aren't dead". When he realised there was nothing he could do, he simply shrunk into a ball and buried his face into his knees, shaking his head in denial.

"Will" He heard a distant call "Will, wake up" He felt shaking on his shoulder. He didn't recognise the voice but it was enough to drag him out of his nightmare. Will awoke with a start letting out a small 'no' as he sat up, sweat had soaked through his shirt onto the sheets of the hospital bed. He looked around in panic for a moment, getting his bearings when he saw the Detective and a doctor stood beside his bed with worried expressions.

"I'm Dr Stephens" A short women wearing glasses spoke calmly. "Tell me about your dream"  

AN Hello, Sorry for the lack of update, I haven't been well the past few days