Hannibal | one shots stories

- *- Rescue Mission -*-

POV - Hannibal Lecter

Before I could brake my Bentley, Will Graham practically jumped out of my moving vehicles to get himself to the accident quicker. I also could not spare a second, so I quickly abandoned my vehicle - the engine still running - and I ran over to the many ambulances, police vehicles and fire trucks. The flame embers made my eyeballs feel like they were about to explode and my skin melt, even when I was looking from far, far away. There was no need for the few firefighters surrounding the house with one pathetic hose, since the house was already engulfed by the flames - along with the key evidence we needed for our ongoing investigation. Within those walls, that are currently crumbling into ash, had all the DNA etc we needed to catch the sociopath... to catch who killed Elizabeth Thorpe. That hope is long gone now, as well as the remaining family members. What a horrid shame, a beautiful daughter and son gone to such waste.

"Was this fire... accidental?" Will mumbled to Jack, who couldn't let his eyes off the dancing flames. I stared intently into the back of Jack's head until he spoke, which was a few moments - sincerely because he was out of words.

"Too early to say, but I already feel the case has gone cold" Jack sighed. Will's head slowly fixated back onto the fire, as did I, but the fire no longer caught my attention, the girl in a fire fighters arms being carried out of the depths of hell. She looked ill, gravely ill. Her pyjamas were covered in dirt and muck, as well as her face. That must be Grace Thorpe, the daughter of Elizabeth Thorpe. I could smell Jacky-boy was suddenly filled with glee once he saw the survivor, as did I. I do recall talking to Grace Thorpe, to discover she had a passion for art and movies. Within seconds, everyone surrounded the girl and she was rushed to an ambulance. Will suddenly ran after the ambulance, and I felt the need to also aid the girl.

People kept holding their hands up at Will and I but once we informed the officer we were the FBI, we were let through. I jumped into the back of the ambulance, to feel my eyes trail the girl up and down. She was huskily breathing, her pulse was tense, her clothes were full of smoke, as well as her face and body. She looked like a corpse that was risen from the grounds.

"Dr. Lecter, I'll follow in Jack's car" Will shouted to me before they closed the ambulance doors and stepped onto the acceleration. The Paramedics shoved needles in all over her and she could not respond to the pain, or the pinch, since she was so weak. I grabbed onto her hand and I could feel how floppy her limbs were. I leaned over her face while squeezing her hand.

"Miss. Thorpe, this is Dr. Lecter. You're safe, it is all over my dear" I whispered to her while stroking her hair. However, all the response I got was her husky breathing in her breathing mask.

-*- Baltimore state Hospital -*-

POV: Grace Thorpe

It's so dark.... I can't hear anything, except my breathing. Then, a woman's scream. I tried to call out for my mum but I had no voice, there was just the ear aching scream. I tried to move but my feet were stuck in place, like they were glued down. The scream only got louder, and more painful, and more heart breaking. Then, the scream was right in front of me. I tried to scream back, or run, or hit it, or do anything but I could not move, see, or talk. I was nothing.

I gasped for air while quickly rising from my bed. I could see again, I could see cream walls yet nothing hanging on the cream wall. I could smell the god-awful bleach, making my nose feel tingly. I could scream! So, I screamed as loud as I could and tried to move but I felt a zap of pain, then I felt things... I looked down at my arms to see drips all in my arm. Where am I! The fire, my family. Oww, my everything is sore. I suddenly felt someone's hands restrain me down onto the bed, their strength was powerful and I could smell a rich aftershave.

"She's awake!" The man shouted, in a thick, foreign accent. I tried to shake him away and I tried to scream again but he took no notice, he just held me down and made everything more sore.

-*- 3 hours later -*-

"Oh..." is all I managed to say while staring down at my bandaged right arm, hiding the ugly scar it will become underneath. I could not respond with the words they just said to me.

Fire - orphan - homeless

None of this makes sense... Dr. Lecter, who I met the day my mothers corpse was discovered by my brother, put his hand on my shoulder and I slowly looked up at him, revealing the developing tears in my eyes. He stared right into my eyes, and I could not decide if he felt sympathy or... nothing. He cupped my face and wiped away my tears with his thumbs, totally ignoring the doctors and FBI agents in my room.

"I am truly sorry for all of this, you're a special young girl, Grace, who deserves more than this" he whispered to me. I could no longer hold back the barrier of my tears and I broke..down... Hannibal held my head against his shoulder while he looked over my shoulder, at Jack Crawford and Will Graham. I know they're only here because now I am the only person alive who is the most reliable alibi but it felt nice to not feel alone... just for these moments.