Hannigram.(S1)

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Hannibal silently watchrd Will Graham as the boy got lost in his own small world .

The latest case had not only caught the FBI attention but also his own.

The beauty with which the body was presented. The twist of the open throat and the music it would resonate was fascinating to him.

"This murder was a performance. " wil observed as Hannibal beamed behind him

"Every life is a piece of music. Like music, we are finite events, unique arrangements. Sometimes harmonious, sometimes dissonant. " hannibal said softly

"Sometimes not worth hearing again. " Will frowned.

Hannibal knew the boy was talking about himself.

The boy though he was not worth listening to.

Not worth analysing as he thought all he knew was chaos.

Oh he didn't know how wrong he was beacuse for Hannibal he was the purest music. The divine echo of the heavenly choir. The deep rumbling of the firey hell.

For hannib he was the music which echoed in his life..........which gave him hope and comfort that someone of his kind was out there beside him..........he wasn't alone.

"He's a poet and a psychopath." Hannibal concluded.

"And a craftsman. He was shrinking and tanning the vocal chords. "

"Like turning iron wire into musical steel string. Was there olive oil?" Hannibal asked intrigued. He knew all the places and the craftsman in the whole state. Surely he must have ran into the killer once.

" Yes."

"The sound he was trying to produce, it was an authentic one." Hannibal said

"Authentic? " Will asked Finally looking at him fully .

"Olive oil hasn't been used in the production of catgut for over a century. It was said to increase the life of the strings and create a sweeter, more melodic sound. " hannibal said as he felt a flutter of pride at the attention he was receiving.

"I can hear what he was playing behind my eyes, when I close them." Will confessed softly as if he could hear the melody .

"What do you see behind closed eyes? " hannibal asked getting closer to the boy

" I...... see myself." Will whispered

Hannibal grined slightly.

Finnaly his boy saw the melody.
His boy is seeing the beauty which he had desperately wanted him to see since they met.

"You said the killer was performing. Who was he performing for? " hannibal asked .

'I don't know. Patron of the arts. Fellow musician. Or another killer."

"No repeat performance? "Hannibal asked now slightly concerned for the last part of Wills deduction

"This isn't how he kills. How he kills, he doesn't get caught."

"You believe he risked getting caught for another performance Will?"

"I believe he wants to show someone how well he plays. " Will sated

Hannibal frown turned into a sour concern" Intriguing. "
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Hannibal sat across from Franklyn as the man babbled away.

The conversation with Will so fresh on his mind from last night.

Was the killer trying to get another killers attention?

For normal people that wouldn't be a concern........but for The Chesapeake Ripper it was a big concern as this was his hunting ground.

Now some low land creature was flaunting his work on his territory and had also managed to get Wills attention again.........Wills attention and a little bit of his admiration.

Hannibal could hear the tone of his boys voice as he had spoken about the killer. The voice was soft but filled with curiosity. The voice he had used only to describe The Ripper.

"Remember when I said Tobias was saying dark things? " Franklyn asked and hannibal wished for the man to be gone."He said he was gonna cut somebody's throat and play it like a violin. "

Hannibal quickly snapped his attention back to reality as he heard the words.
He stared at Franklyn as he studied the tiny man.

" They found somebody whose throat was cut and played like a violin." Franklyn said in paranoid and small voice
"Do you think tobais killed that man ? "
Hannibal asked

"I don't know. If I do, do I have to report it? "

"Do you have reason not to?" Hannibal asked the man

"What if I'm wrong?I'm wrong all the time. Why would he say something like that to me? "

"Why do you think? " hannibal asked now leaning on his chair . He already though of the reply he would get.

"Because he knew I would tell you." Franklyn confessed.

Hannibal tightened his lips in distaste. The weasel knew the killer ........... his competitor

It's high time he visited that snake

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Hannibal' opened the door his hand quickly slips through and gently silenced the bell above before it can ring. He listening to a melody being produced until it stopped.

Hannibal watched as the man Tobias entered from the back room.

Hannibal knew the man. He had met the man before. In the opera and the musicals . The man Franklyn was accompanied with

"You're Franklyn's therapist. Nice to see you again. " tobais said in a deep voice

"Your strings are all gut." Hannibal observed

"I also carry steel and polymer strings, if you prefer. " Tobias said trying to humor him

"I prefer gut. Harps found in the tombs of Thebes strung with gut still made music after 2000years..............Wonderful music you were making. "

"I didn't hear you ring the bell." Tobais said questionly

" I didn't want you to stop playing. Was it an original composition?" Hannibal replied vaugly as he watches the store in an attempt to search for any weapon

"Something I've been writing.You compose? " Tobais asked

Hannibak smirked arrogantly "I discover. Can't impose traditional composition on an instrument that's inherently free form."

"What instrument would that be?"

The theremin. It isn't the only instrument I play, but it is one of my favorites. It can generate any pitch throughout its range, even those between conventional notes."

"So can a violin or a trombone." Tobais said pointingly

"Are those your instruments?"

"The violin."

"Too bad. I hear the Orchestra is looking for a new trombonist. " hannibal said causally dangling the bait

"Horrible what had happened. "

"It's an unfortunate way to leave the symphony, yes, but I can't help thinking the orchestra will be better for it. "

Hannibal could feel Tobais gaze on him. Studying him.

"My harpsichord needs new strings.
It's making an awful noise. Perhaps you could help? " hannibal asked politely
The death of this man written on his hands .