The Chesapeake Ripper and The Baltimore Ripper

Dinner party

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Once I finished cutting the rope, I dropped the glass shard that I kicked over to me and I viewed my bloody, scarred, sore hands. The blood kept dripping and started to create a small puddle underneath me. I looked around the cabin to see the snowfall had stopped outside, the fire - in the fireplace - had turned to a blue flame, making the cabin cold. I startled myself again see my father laying there, his once beautiful ocean blue eye had been popped out. His once luxurious dirty blonde hair had been stained with his own blood and the mud from the men's weapons had also stained my father's hair. He wasn't even recognisable.
"...dad...?" I whispered out to him. The only response I got was the wind howling. I turned to see my mother and I slightly shrieked under my breath to see her once beautiful face had been all bruised up and swollen. Her once beautiful freckles were covered by all of the redness across her face. Her brunette hair had been ruined and knotted up, by the men dragging her around. I ran over to her and I fell onto my knees, ignoring the immense pain on my hands. I rested her head on my lap and I tried to gently shake her awake.
"Mummy... M-Mummy?" I asked her, while my vision got fogged up from the tears forming in my eyes.
"This isn't funny mummy! Wake up... I-I'm scared" I tried to tell her, hoping I'd get a response out of her. I glanced down to see the blood all over her dress and I once adored to feel the silk of her dress but the blood made it feel rough and sharp.
"I'm scared!" I shouted to her, the tears rolling down my cheeks and onto my dirty shirt.
"I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you" I repeated over to her As I tried to shake her awake. I tried to Hug her but I couldn't pull her up because of the state of my hands and since I was so weak, only being fed if there was any left overs the men ate. They never left a scrap, Apart from this one time. When they gave me a stew bowl. The stew bowl contained a lot of meat and when I picked out a fabric piece in the soup, I recognised it to be Arthur's pants material. I laid my mother down on the floor and I hugged her cold corpse tightly.
"Mummyyyy" I cried so loud as I wrapped my hands around her.

After laying beside her for a few moments, I ran to my father and I tried to roll him onto his back but his fallen eye had followed him, since it was hanging on my a string. I fell backwards and tried crawl away as fast as possible, hitting the dining table with my back. I just stared at my father's corpse and then I decided to hurry back onto my feet and search for Arthur.
"Arthur!" I screamed once I ran out the cabin, losing my balance. I stopped to look around my area. It was simply snow and trees.
"Arthur!" I screamed again. The snow hadn't been disturbed at all, apart from the faint footmarks the men left. They were very faint.
"Arthur!" I screamed again, having all these terrible thoughts in my mind.
"Stop it! Come out!" I screamed again and again and again. More tears streamed down my face continuously. Then I noticed the faint red mark in the snow. As I approached it, I fell to my knees and begun to dig out the snow to reveal more and more red, darker stains. I gipped so much, but all I could throw up was some clear liquid - since I was so starved.
"No no no no... no" I mumbled to myself, trying to stand back up.
"No.. no... no! NOO!" I screamed out to the world. I was alone, I was alone in this big and scary world. What do I do now? I cannot be the only one... I'm so scared.. I want my mum and my dad... I want to be at home in my bed, Eating the breakfast Mr. B made us. I really do miss his food, and I miss Henry. He can't be dead. I won't allow it.

——— Hannibal's dinner party ———
Hannibal's POV

Jack found out who Grace and I really were, it was only a matter of time. Jack was stuck in the pantry, the life leaking out of him. I tightened my grip on the two knives in my hand and then I used my entire body to attempt to open the pantry.
"Hannibal!"
I turned my head over to see Alana aiming her gun at Me. Her hands were slightly shaking and tears formed in her eyes.
"Where's Jack?" She asked me, trying to keep a stern look on her face but I could smell the fear off her, it was almost like it was feeding me.
"In the pantry" I whispered, sometimes hearing Jack gurgle. Grace was the one who stabbed Jack right in the back, then I dived the glass shard into his neck, and left it in there.
"I was so blind..." Alana whispered to me, her voice shaking. I sniffed the blood - that smelt like copper - under my nose and let out a long sigh.
"And I tried my very best to keep you blind... Alana" I smirked to her, seeing a figure grow bigger and bigger behind her, taking small but large steps.
"Were you going to hurt Chilton?" She questioned me. I smacked my lips together and didn't respond to her, knowing that growing figure will take care of her. Grace and I were going to hurt Chilton, ruin chilton. But I suppose there's no time for that anymore. Then The growing figure - Grace - quickly pressed a knife against Alana's throat and rested her head beside Alana's. Alana's eyes grew wide and her entire body shook. The colour in Alana's face all drained away.
"Drop the gun, sweetheart. We wouldn't wanna hurt this beautiful face of yours, would we?" Grace whispered in Alana's ears, using the knives blade to trace over Alana's jawline. Graces and I's eyes met and made me feel whole again, especially when a smile began to grow on her beautiful face. I approached Alana and slowly disarmed her, observing the look on her face - betrayal and fear. Grace looked up at me to question what we should do with her and I nodded my head at her. Without anything being said, Grace kicked her to the floor and Alana fell to her knees. She grunted as she hit the floor then Grace stabbed her in the spine, paralysing her. Alana let out a screech and then fell the floor when Grace pulled out her weapon. I observed to see the state of Grace to see her brunette hair had fallen, stained in blood. She had a slight nose bleed and the blood dripped onto her shirt. Her freckles had been covered by her reddened face, after Jack retaliated against Grace. There was a creak in the floor boards and we both turned around to see Will slowly approaching, observing the blood bath.
"What.. what is this?" Will asked us both. I went to stand beside Grace to see her mouth dropped - so she does care for Will.
"We're leaving, Will" Grace informed Will slowly. I looked down at Will's hands to see him holding a gun, but had it aimed at the floor.

Will seemed distraught and so I slowly approached him, since Grace didn't. I put my hand on will's cheek and he stared at me in shock.
"What is all of this..?" Will asked me. I let out a long sigh then stroked his curly hair.
"It's for you" I informed him. His eyes widened and then I dived a knife into his stomach and slowly opened his stomach. Will fell towards, onto me, and his arms dropped over my shoulders since his legs went weak. Grunts kept escaping his lips and I heard Grace gasp behind me. She came running over and got Will off me. They both hugged each other for a few moments before Grace helped Will onto the floor. Will leaned on a counter and we all stared at his wound, that I shall happily take credit for doing. I glanced up at Grace to see her staring at Will with sorrow in his eyes, that only irritated me.
"We Must be leaving now" I whispered to Grace softly, taking a hold of her arm but she only shook my grip off her. Will gasped and cried seeing Alana, who was paralysed. More blood leaked from the pantry - what a beautiful mess.
"Let's move on now. They called for more agents" I reminded Grace, then she followed, keeping her eyes on Will until we went around the corner. She threw her knife somewhere and I dropped mine to the floor, then we hurried out the door. Once we got outside, it was pouring in rain, washing the blood off ourselves. I looked up at the sky to let the rain wash me off, then I looked back down to see Grace walking off. I ran to catch up to her and she seemed angry-sad, so I didn't say anything to her. We just both paced down the street, hearing the sirens slowly getting louder.