Hannibal and Duncan's Sociopath

Who am i?

Marionette p.o.v

It's been a week since the attack in Hannibal's office and I've been bored as fuck. Jack wants me to take time off and Duncan's been keeping me in bed.

On the topic of bed, Duncan is big spooning and has his arms wrapped tightly around. I'm not going anywhere and I don't want to.

He sturs wake and kisses my neck. "Morning babe," He says in his deep morning voice and it sends shivers down my spine. He knows what his voice does to me

"Good morning Daddy," I say as I roll over to face him. He looks so beautiful in the morning with his hair all over the place and his eyes slightly closed.

I pull him to me and kiss him deeply almost desperately. He rolls on top of me and pushes his hips into me, stealing my breath away.

We move away from each other quickly as we hear the boys running from their room to ours.

"Wake up Wake up." The boys scream as they kick our door open and jump on our bed. Not knowing we were already awake and about to be working on their next sibling.

Duncan grabs both of them one under each arm and jumps out of bed. "Okay let's go boys it's mommy's time off let her rest." As he walks out of our room he winks at me.

I lay back down and debate if I want to follow them. I decided to stay until my phone rang.

It was Beverly what could she want from me?

Phone call
Mari: "Hello what's up Bev."
Bev: "Behave you are on the speaker. There is a case I need you to look at."
Mari: "Do I have to? I was about to get dicked down."
Bev: "Mari!!!"
Mari: "Sorry not sorry. Okay, I'll come over. I just have to tell my husband that he's being cock blocked by the FBI."
Bev: "Okay you do that see you when you get here."

<<<<<<<<<<<time skip>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I'm sitting at a table with Hannibal, Jack, Will, and Beverly all of which were on the call when I was talking to Beverly.

The pictures in front of me are of 6 victims. The victim sits, eyes opened in a perfectly poised position, killed by a supposedly pain-free spiking to the medulla oblongata.

There is no connection between any of the victims except for the fact that they were killed the same way.

Hannibal reads aloud the note left by the killer at the first crime scene

Who am I
Am I, God
Or a man
Showing God's
Mercy.

I stare at all of the pictures and I clear my head prepared to sink.

I see each of the victims screaming, crying, and writhing in pain. But they died a painless death. This is what could have happened if they lived long enough to feel it. Then it hit me all the victims are suffering from fatal diseases they don't even necessarily know that they have yet.

The killer is killing them before they can start to suffer

My vision fades back in and I am standing back at the table facing away from everyone.