Knowing | H. Lecter

CHAPTER THREE

KNOWING | H. LECTER
— CROCODILE TEARS ♥︎

. . . I believe you, Alice

╰ Alison's P.O.V ╯

— WHILE MY DNA WAS STILL IN THE LAB being tested on, my social-worker— Diana Blanchard —had been searching for me a place to stay until further information about me was found, that place specifically being a group home, and today being the day that'd I'd finally meet the family I'd be staying with until further notice.

It took a little while due to all the paper-work that had to be filled out, but we're finally here. I'm supposed to leave to meet them after I'm done with one short interview I have with Jack Crawford; the head of the FBI's Behavioural Science Unit. I'd managed to form a friendly relationship with Jack, over the weeks that I've stayed in the hospital. He was one of the main pawns for my plan to get closer to the investigations, which would ultimately get me to grow closer to Will and Hannibal.

I needed, Jack to think of me as a sort of daughter figure, I guess. I needed him to trust me enough to let me in on what goes on inside the investigations. It was a terrible plan, I was playing with fire and I knew it, but I don't have the time to come up with a more stable plan. If I waited any longer, I'd surely drift away from the original story and just become another background character, and I couldn't let that happen.

In today's interview I planned to tell Jack, that I'd gained some of my memories back, just not all of them because that'd obviously end with me being sent to a mental-facility which would not be good at all.

I mean just imagine, "Oh, well I died and and was reborn into my favorite TV-show. Yes, that's right; this whole world that you live in is just a TV-show/book in my world. Oh! Not to mention I know everything about you." yeah, I don't think they'd take me too seriously if I was truthful...

Anyways, I'd gotten a pretty good grasp on how I'd been found; I was apparently in the attic— AKA The Minnesota Shrike's nest —at the time that Marissa Schurr was found dead. I'm guessing poor Hannibal is a bit confused with how I'd ended up there, considering he'd been the one to kill Marissa. He was the last to ever enter and exit the cabin, so to see me there must have him a bit confused.

They all throught that I was one of the Copycat-Killer's victims, and understandably so, I was after all; in the same room as Marissa Schurr, the girl who they knew was killed by him. But they couldn't quite wrap their minds around the fact that I was apparently "spared" by the killer.

Now back to my so called "gaining of memories," I obviously wasn't actually kidnapped by the copycat-killer, knocked out, and left in the attic with a dead girl like they assume I was. But who are the detectives to determine what the killer would and would not do? Like Will said "he may never kill like this again" which later turned out to not be true; meaning that the copycat-killer is unpredictable to the FBI. I could say anything and they'd be forced to at least take it under consideration, even if it were not true. However, I planned to give them a weak description of the killer, ultimately making Hannibal more aware of the situation and the information I could possibly hold on him. I of course won't ever jeopardize his career or put his freedom in cuffs, however I do need him to take an interest in me-or well more like what I know.

I just needed to stabilize my place in the story, I need to form a solid platform-ground for myself. One that hopefully won't get pulled from beneath my feet so easily. If I manage to form a strong father-daughter relationship with Jack, and make Hannibal think I'm a potential threat to his safety; I'd have my solid ground. My role to play in the series' plot. They can't risk letting me go if they know I know something that they don't.