Hannibal POV
They cleared most of the people from the exhibit, what a horrible name they have given it. I stared at one of the adults through the metal bars. I was to be 'interviewed' by these people for some college project. Younger people were easier to deduce.
My mind was at two places at once. Thinking about how Chilton got beat up by the H/C woman and the man asking me questions.
The person who was questioning me was that person's friend. He was clearly nervous, palms all sweaty, eyes looking at anything but me, and constantly playing around with that fidget.
I had enough of this and spooked the kid a bit, jump-scared him. He jerked, causing the fidget to fly into my cage without the officer noticing what I now had in possession. I hid the toy with my foot.
The man's professor called him over, our time was up to my luck.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Sawyer," I didn't mean at all what I said, of course.
I watched as the boy left to speak to his friend. I would thank and tease them about the fidget I acquired. She spoke a bit to her friend before finally coming over to her professor. Then to me.
She walked gracefully, yet she was nervous. She eyed the officer then stared into my eyes, I was able to tell the color of hers: E/C.
She sat down in front of me, putting on a confident façade. Everyone else believed it, but not I. The brunette didn't take out anything to make notes or stuff, just a simple audio recorder.
I preferred when people brought them, then the person would most likely actually have a conversation with me instead of reading questions from paper or behaving like this was some sort of interrogation. Asking a question then immediately writing it down, it was annoying to say the least.
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• The Man in The Cage •
FanfictieA twenty-five year old collage student goes on a field trip with the rest of her class. But it's no ordinary field trip. The professor has decided to take her group to ask a caged cannibal questions for an assignment. But what happens when the cann...
