Cultivation of Evil | Hannibal Films X Halloween

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Will Graham and three FBI agents were being escorted through the asylum by two guards, one armed with a rifle.

They were here to bring down the serial killer that had eluded them for years, hiding right in front of their nose.

The chesapeake ripper.

They finally had a suspect and some concrete evidence, purely by chance. Graham had found evidence in the man's office and managed to leave without drawing suspicion.

Or so he thought.

The group was led through the long corridors, some lined with cells on one side.

They kept walking until they found themselves outside of an interview room.

Peering in the room, Graham saw Hannibal Lecter standing in front of an inmate. The inmate looked to be around eighteen years old and was shackled to the table. He had long, blonde hair and was looking straight but his eyes followed Dr. Lecter as he moved to the side of the table.

He watched as heavy rain battered the window that had heavy bars on the outside.

Graham watched them talk for a moment and saw Lecter shake the boy's hand in the cuffs. Before he reached into his jacket.

Graham took this as a cue to open the door, followed by the agents he walked in.

"Will, what brings you here? I'm with a patient."

He withdrew his hand but kept whatever he took from his pocket enclosed in his fist, out of sight.

"Hannibal Lecter, you're under arrest for murder."

The agents drew closer, their guns pointing at Lecter.

He began to strategically stand with Graham between him and the FBI while backing up so that the approaching officers were closer to Michael.

"NOW, MICHAEL!"

Lecter suddenly lunged forth and stabbed Will with the object he removed from his pocket, which turned out to be a small pocket knife.

He held will up while twisting the knife, using him as a shield.

While this was happening Michael Myers shot up from his seat, the restraints were unlocked on the table.

He was larger than expected, around six foot six.

He grabbed the gun of the nearest agent, holding it away while choking the man.

The other agents couldn't get a shot so holstered their guns and drew their batons.

They began to slam the heavy weapons on Michael but he was unflinching until the man he was choking was near unconscious where Michael threw him violently into another and the pair went scrambling to the floor in pain.

At the same time Lecter dropped will to the ground and straightened his sleeve.

He watched with interest as Michael grabbed the last agent by his collar and began to slam his head into the steel table.

Again and again as blood began to pool on the side of his head and on the table.

Michael continued until he was satisfied and turned to the injured guards on the floor where he began to stomp on their heads.

By the time Michael had finished, both men's heads were little more than a thick soup of blood and viscera.

Hannibal walked past the hulking patient.

"Time to go, Michael."

Wordlessly Michael followed but Hannibal stopped when he heard the click of a gun being cocked.

"Think about what you're doing, Will."

Will Graham lay on the floor, one hand holding his bleeding wound, the other shakily pointing a gun at Hannibal.

"How do you think this'll end if you pull that trigger."

Will didn't answer. He just shot.

His blood loss was causing drowsiness and he missed most of his shots but managed to land two into Lecter.

One hit a dead body, another two hit a light on the wall, the final one hit Michael.

He stumbled back as Hannibal hit the floor.

Graham continued to pull the trigger, aimed at Michael but the revolver clicked, empty.

Michael watched as Will slipped into unconsciousness and exited the room alone.

His footsteps fast and heavy as he walked through the hospital. Until he came across the janitor's closet. Inside was a boiler suit that was around his size, if a little small and a screw driver.

He changed and marched through the asylum.

He came across a pair of orderlies that had pulled a young female patient out of her cell.

They were touching her as she fought and squirmed to escape them.

The men only noticed Michael when the girl stopped struggling and stared at the imposing man.

The patients in their own cells were now acting up at Michael's arrival.

Some were laughing hysterically while pounding on the doors, others silently watched through the latch in the door as Michael walked towards the men.

With unexpected speed, Michael grabbed one by the throat and threw him to the floor with such force that his head began to bleed.

The girl, now free, ran down the corridor to find an exit. And ran into a wire mesh gate that required a key card.

The second orderly tried to swing at Michael but his fist was caught and Michael embedded the screwdriver into his eye before yanking it back and shoving it in the centre of his forehead.

He let the body fall unceremoniously to the floor before he made his bloody way to the same girl trying to open the gate.

She turned at Michael's footsteps and ducked to the floor, crawling behind him.

He didn't even lay eyes on her. He simply grabbed at the gate and began shaking it loose.

The heavy metal eventually gave way just in time as another guard came running around the corner with a pistol aimed at the killer.

"FREEZE, MIKEY! DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!"

Unfortunately for him, Michael ignored his warning and the guard hesitated too long as now Michael was able to grab him by the hair and begin to slam him into a door that opened into a security room.

Michael pressed a button that triggered a fire alarm and opened all the doors in this wing of the facility. Including all the cell doors.

As if in a cultish manner, the inmates followed Michael as he made his exit, ensuring that he killed anyone trying to stop him.

The girl he unintentionally saved, maintaining a very small distance between herself and Michael, seemingly scared of him but also scared to leave him.

Before too long, Michael found himself at the reception lobby.

The staff had evacuated when they heard the alarm.

Michael looked around the room until he spotted a coat rack with Dr. Hannibal Lecter's well tailored jacket hanging up and his bag underneath.

Other patients watched as Michael bent down and reached into Lecter's bag.

He pulled out a mask.