The Chesapeake Ripper and The Baltimore Ripper

The Attack

I laid in my bed, hugging my pillow as I stared at my wall. It was already midnight and I couldn't sleep, whatsoever. I just kept wondering where Abel Gideon was, or if Jack found something at the mess Hannibal and I made together at the Lucky Girls. I know I need to leave soon but I just need answers. Grutas is due to come here on a boat at some point - not sure when - but I don't know if can hide my true colours from the FBI for that long. I suddenly heard a slight noise downstairs and I shot up, wondering who that could be. My initial thought was to be Hannibal but he's much more cautious, so who is in my house? I crept out of my bed and searched through my nightstand to find my precious pocket knife, but I decided to not use it, so the weapon doesn't match with Kolnas. I tucked it away and decided grab the gun I stole from Grentz.

I looked down at the stairs to smell something foul, it smelt like a rotting corpse almost. I took steady steps as I went down the staircase and I followed the god-awful smell, to the kitchen. I crept inside and it was dark, but I knew the layout of my home and I was pretty good at seeing in the dark. I walked around my kitchen and I heard the floorboard creak behind me. I swung around and held the gun up at the intruder. The smell was now making me feel sick, and I could only see their figure.
"And we meet again, face to face" Abel said to me, in an almost sinister tone. I scoffed and tilted my head at him, wondering why he came here.
"Why did you come here?" I asked him, making sure he doesn't move a muscle.
"Because I know what you did. With Doctor Lecter, very naughty of you" he teased.
"Which part was it? I know you sent them photos to Jack" I snarled to him. I heard him lightly chuckle and it only boiled my blood even more.
"I'm not on about that part" he replied back to me. That's when I realised he's on about Kolnas. I shrugged my shoulders at him and slowly walked over to him, making sure my gun is aimed at his head. Abel didn't move still. I pressed the gun against his chest and forced him to move backwards, and to the light switch. I turned it on to see he was covered in mud and blood. I slowly looked him up and down, with many questions.
"And what the hell happened to you?" I asked him.
"Oh you know... survival" he said to me playfully. I couldn't tell if some of it was his blood but he was definitely covered in someone else's blood.
"If you shoot me, your weapon will match Grentz' bullet wounds. Only make you look suspicious to the FBI" Abel said to me, noticing what gun I have pointed at his chest.
"They're already suspicious of me, and the thought of killing you sounds so good right now" I whispered to him. He suddenly went to grab something in his back pocket in a swift movement so I quickly pulled the trigger. His eyes suddenly widened and he looked down at the hole in his chest. He won't die, I know that from where I positioned the gun. He slowly fell onto my floor and I walked over to my phone and dialled Jack, deciding what tone I should use in my voice. I think I should sound startled and absolutely devastated - the victim.
"Grace...? It's midnight" Jack reminded me.
"Jack... oh my god, thank god you answered. It's Abel, Abel Gideon. H-He came into my house, he tried to hurt me, please Jack" I cried down the line, shaking in my voice.
"What? Are you safe? Where is he now?" Jack asked me.
"He shot himself. I tried to talk him down but he's crazy, oh my god" I whimpered.
"I'm coming, with a team. Stay on the phone-" Jack went on to say but I dropped the call. I slowly walked back over to Abel and wiped the gun on his jacket then put it in his hands. The shock on his face was very pleasant to see.
"You really are... the devil" he spat out to me.
"Someone's gotta be" I whispered to him, knelt down beside him with a smile on my face. I got onto my feet and hurried upstairs and grabbed my precious pocket knife. It was a very pretty knife but this could get me out the fog. I went back downstairs and tucked the knife into his back pocket.
"I was... behind bars for when you k-killed Grentz" he reminded me.
"This isn't the only pistol in the world, they'll just know it was the same model" I reminded him, then he passed out. I sat down beside him and thought how Will is going to imagine the scene with his imagination.