Beyond the veil: Scarlet's encounter with Hannibal

V: Curtain Secrets

TRIGGER WARNING!!!

This chapter contains blood, gore and abuse.
If you have a weak stomach, please skip this chapter. I am not responsible for any seizures you may experience. I have warned you.

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While Scarlet was sleeping, Hannibal was up to something that night.

He was having a dinner, with his friend.

Hannibal asked Marcos, "So, how do you find the food?" with a subtle, sly smile on his face, as they sat at the table.

Curious about the flavor, Marcos asked Hannibal when he had finished chewing his bite, "It tastes wonderful. What kind of meat is this?" as he couldn't quite figure it out.

"It's a rabbit, wrapped in clay, to make the flavour more exquisite. I've added a few other spices aswell, to balance the taste out," Hannibal replied to Marcos, being quite fascinated by Marcos' reaction to the meat.

In fact, though Marcos didn't know, he was indeed eating something quite magnificent.

Something, that wasn't an animel.

Hannibal, with a subtle smirk, knew he had covertly drugged Marcos' food. To conceal his amusement, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

After a while, when Hannibal noticed that the drugs in Marcos' food started taking effect, he had asked Marcos, "Are you alright? How do you feel?"

With a confused expression, yet feeling lightheaded, Marcos looked at Hannibal and replied with hazy tone of voice, "What is this... Did you poison me?"

As Hannibal rose to his feet, concealing a pocket knife behind his back, he asked from him, "Why would I poison you, Marcos?"

"Would you like some water? Perhaps you're just feeling tired after all of this hard work," Hannibal added, waiting for Marcos' reply.

With passing time, Marcos' sight was getting more hazier and blurrier. He couldn't think straight, but had replied back to Hannibal with a yes.

Hannibal looked on the table, as there was already a water jug with lemon slices on the table. With one hand behind his back, he reached out for the water jug, and poured Marcos a glass of water.

"Here you go, Marcos. Drink it up, and you will feel so much better." He said, as another subtle sly smile appeared on his face.

Marcos looked at him with a degree of distrust, but since he was currently feeling so unwell, he just drank it without thinking about it much.

When Hannibal handed him a glass of water, he was only a few meters away from him. But as he was drinking his glass of water, Hannibal walked  even closer, while still holding the pocket knife behind his back.

He was aware that Marcos' vision was not very clear, causing the surroundings to appear funny, silly, and weird to him. He was on mind-altering drugs, which made the world feel much different from him than it was.

As Marcos was finishing up his glass of water, Hannibal was now standing behind him, waiting for him to take his very last swallow.

Finally, when Marcos did so, Hannibal firmly grasped Marcos' jaw, with an intention to slice his throat.

As Hannibal sliced his throat, Marcos grasped onto his throat, choking on his own blood while gasping for air. He wasn't able to speak, scream or even cry, the choking was unbearable.

The blood was crimson, dark red color. As he was choking on his own blood, Hannibal merely looked at him in fascination, his face unchanging, cold.

It splattered anywhere, on his dinner table, on Marcos' clothes, as well as Hannibal's attire. Hannibal sighed in annoyance, as the mess was unexpected, yet he found the whole situation intriguing.

As the time came, when Marcos took his very last breaths, Hannibal just stared at his victim in fascination, while playing with his knife in his hands.

After a few minutes had passed, Marcos lay lifeless, his head resting on his food bowl, and his blood-covered hands were on his thighs.

Hannibal seated the dead Marcos elegantly as he gently traced his finger along the cut on Marcos' neck. With a disturbing sense of fascination, he then sensually licked his finger to savor the taste of Marcos' blood, relishing his prey's essence.

"Fascinating," he whispered to himself, as he went to gather the equipment to clean the table as well as the floor from the blood.

As that was done, Hannibal got in his see-through plastic suit to avoid any more "evidence" that he might leave on his prey.

He cleared off his fingertips, erased the evidence, as he vividly recalled the exact spots he had touched on Marcos earlier.

All of this job— was tiring and a nuisance to Hannibal, but in the end, Marcos would become his food as well as his artwork.

He knew he had worked as an surgeon before, so Hannibal got his surgical tools, and cut open Marcos' stomach.

He did everything with precision. Every move of him was careful, calculated as his face remained emotionless and cold.

From the dead body he surgically removed the lungs and inspected them. They seemed to be in a good condition, healthy. He stored the lungs in a plastic bag, to deal with his "trophy" later.

Having already stored a few organs in his refrigerator, he chose not to take any more. As he took the lungs in the plastic bag with him, Hannibal walked over to his refrigerator, and stored a new organ inside it.

"Excellent. I get to cook a new meal with it, though I am not sure if I should cook it for myself— or Scarlet, when she would arrive to my dinner eve," Hannibal thought to himself, with a smirk on his face.

In his see-though plastic suit, he walked towards the dead body.

"This is quite messy, but can be fixed," he thought again, as he inspected the cuts he had made in Marcos.

Then, he took his surgical tools and sewed the wounds on the corpse together again, as well as the cut he had made on Marcos' neck.

"This should be fine. I only plan to make it an artwork. The sewed fleshes, are also patterns and gives uniqueness to my creation of art. This is going perfectly," another thought pondered in his mind.

He bundled Marcos up, and took the necessary equipment he would need when setting his artowork up, then drove to an abandoned building, carefully choosing a route he knew that would not be used.

After driving for some time, he finally turned off the car's engine near the abandoned building.

Hannibal came out of his car, and took all the needed equipment for setting his artwork up with him. Upon reaching the abandoned building, he carefully analyzed it, eventually making a decision on how to arrange his artwork.

"This should be perfect. Beautiful," He said, while backing off from the dead body which he had set up as an "artwork".

The man— whom he had recently murdered, was in his forties. With short, blonde hair and completely naked, he hovered in the air, his flesh in his back transformed into grotesque wings. In his hands, he held a bouquet of various flowers, each one poisoned, adding to the unsettling aura surrounding him.

The smallest details has always been very important to Hannibal Lecter. His artwork, which was Marcos, his eyes were closed, and Hannibal didn't hide any of the careful changes he made to his victim. In fact, it made his piece of art even more beautiful and memorable.

Besides, he never liked Marcos. He was often rude and disrespectful, lacking even the simplest grasp of elegance, such as table manners. Everything about him, about Marcos, irritated Hannibal, although he did not show it. He was despised, disgusted by Marcos.

So, after hours of meticulous work, he reclaimed his pride, and liberated Marcos from his own sufferings by turning him into an piece of art.

"How mesmerizing. It's a sight of pure beauty," Hannibal lastly said to himself, as he walked out of the abandoned building, to return back to his house.

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