A Complicated Case (A Hannibal X Reader Fanfic)

Hannibal Lector's MasterMind

Hannibal's P.O.V.

Hmm.. She's an interesting person, though she is almost too hard to read through eyes, body language or expressions. Holly has such a serious face, almost as if she were blocking me out. All I got right was her nervousness and some parts about her past. I need to know more about this woman before I give her any more information.

Her wrists were so beat up and cut. I think there's something more than just bullies from her past. Those scars looked so old. She looked to be in her early 20s so maybe she cut her wrists at about 14 years old. 6 year old scars, I'm surprised she cracked like that. I was expecting her to be tougher than that. Either it was me who had made her cry, or it was her past memories.

~Time Skip~

There is a heavy boot-like sound coming from the the cell hall. A hoarse voice harasses an approaching woman. She gasps and wipes some sort of white substance off her face. She approaches my cell and I realize it' is Holly. It has been about a day since I've seen her. I was beginning to think she wasn't going to show. I stare at her face, giving her an emotionless look, but anger dwells deep within me as I realize what the substance is of. That perverted freak two cells away from mine.

"Hello, Dr.Lector. Sorry for not showing up yesterday, there were some... Problems I had to deal with." She had a mix of emotions in that voice, that I've heard oh-so many times before. Sadness, depression, anger, slowly losing sanity and hope kind of voice and something else I have never heard for a long time, but I can't put my finger on it.

"Anyways, here's another file, hopefully you're figuring something out by now, Dr.Lector." She sighed, she got out of her chair and started walking away. I felt bad for her again and scolded myself for feeling any emotion whatsoever for this woman.

"You know you do not have to leave immediately, right? You can stay all you want, no one will care, really. Stay, if you would like." She gave me a look as if I were insane. I looked down at the files. "I assure you that I am not insane, it is called manners, Holly. Hasn't anyone used manners towards you?" Still, I did not look up at her, for I sensed she was trying to hold back her tears. She isn't very strong with the past. But, she cannot control it, she had a bad past.

"Not for a long time, then? Maybe when you lived somewhere else in America? Maybe...South Carolina?" She looked at me and nodded I looked at her with another emotionless face. It was silent for about 5 minutes of me checking Buffalo Bill's victim's files and pictures of the victims until Holly spoke up and broke the awkward silence, besides the other prisoners yelling at each other.

"How did you draw Paris like that, was it by memory or do you have a photograph of it?" I looked at the painting she had pointed out.

"I memorized it. Every last detail." I stared at the painting, then back down at the files. Holly was mesmerized by the painting. I slightly looked up from my files and stared at her. She just looks so delicious. What shall I do with her once I escape this hell-hole? Holly began to take a brown pen out of her pocket and started drawing something with it. I got up out of my chair and went to the front of the cell, behind the glass. She was a talented one alright. I think she's drawing my cell, it seems. I cocked my head sideways, maybe that pen could get me out of here. The tip is sharp and all I have are ball-point pens.

"Holly?" I stared at the drawing once again. It is my cell.

"Mmm?" She didn't look up, she kept drawing the cell. What for?

"May I use that pen when you're done? I have an idea" I smiled the best I could, trying not to show suspicion.

"Oh..uh, sure thing, you can keep it if you want." She handed me the pen through the slot on my cell this time. I opened the slot from the other side and started fiddling with the pen.

"So, what kind of 'idea' do you have with this pen?" I looked back to her.

"You'll see, soon." She almost had a curious look on her face and a worried look, too. She probably thought I was going to do something drastic.

"You better not be using that to escape, Lecter!" She glared at me.

I slammed my hands on the glass, making her flinch and almost fall back in her chair.

"Just because I'm in a goddamn jail doesn't mean I'm all THAT bad! So far, I've been the best I could to you! The last guy who made me mad got his stomach sliced open, and I ate his liver with fava beans and a nice chianti." I made a sipping noise at the end of the sentence.

"Ok, ok. I'll...get goin' I get the cue, Lector. Goodbye, remember if you do anything drastic, you might get caught. I suggest you not try anything." She pointed to the security cameras. She walked away and out of the building.

*~Time Skip~*

I have to get out of here tonight. I grabbed the pen out of my sketchbook and looked to the lock of my cell. All of the other prisoners were asleep at this time. 2:21 a.m. I quietly unlocked my cell with the pen. I easily took the cameras out. I walked over to the cell with the man who acted inappropriately to Holly and unlocked that cell. I went into his cell, shut it and bit his tongue out. It's been too long since I've had blood, or flesh. It tastes so good. I savor the taste and then shove his own tongue down his throat. I bite off a piece of his arm, too. How greedy I am, I smirked, ate the piece I got and walked back to my cell. I went back into my cell, locked it again and readied myself for sleep.