Stuck up prick

stag's horn? really?...stuck up prick.

it was a typical boring Wednesday at Windeborn, Will sits in his Law studies class, eye balling the clock, watching the hands tick, 'tick, tock, tick ti-' Will watches in un-amusement as the clock stops working, he sighs and looks back at the teacher, who's fallen asleep in his chair. If the principal had walked in, he would have fired him instantly, to Will's joy, the end of day bell rings loud through-out the halls, he packs up his note books and the text book on serial killers, he's studying to become part of the police force or something, working with homicides and such. He steps out the classroom after the doorway cleared, Principal Jack was waiting for him, not another talking to... "William, I've noticed your grades are- not as well as they used to be, just che-" Jack is interrupted by Will butting in "yeah yeah! I'm fine, whatever, look, I'm tired and want to get home, I have homework to do" the principal nods and steps out of Will's way "good luck my boy" he calls out as Will walks out of the big front doors with a huff.

meanwhile, at Stag's horn university, Hannibal cleans up from his international cooking class, taking off his apron, his teacher comes to again, congratulate him on his skills. "I must say Mr. Lecter, your ability to work alone in this class is wonderful and your food always tastes great. is your family into cooking?" she says, un-aware Hannibal won't answer, he's in a work mode like state. He puts his coat back on and bows to his teacher before leaving silently, Leaving Ms. Harp slightly confused, but she brushes it off, locking up the classroom and going home herself, for a much needed rest.

At the bus stop, Will sits on a bench seat and opens his text book, removing the tattered book mark, before he ca get a paragraph done, he senses someone sitting beside him, he looks up from his book and over at the taller man in a dark red based school uniform, sitting rather close to him. "hey, you, do you mind moving over alittle, you're too close dude-..." the man turns to him, a soft but expressionless look on his face, Will can see the uniform badge now "Stag's horn? really?...stuck up prick-" he mumbles to himself hoping the other man wouldn't hear him. "I'm not so bad you know" his voice is hard to understand, it blurs together with some words. "yeah sure bud, whatever you say, still, could you move over alittle?" He's making eye contact with the other man now, when he notices the book in Will's hands "studying murder?" he hums out, his face softening just alittle. "yeah- I'm studying to be a homicide cop, I have my reason and no I'm not telling you, I don't even know you're name..."Will puts his bookmark back, closing his book and putting it in his bookbag. the other man reaches a large firm hand out, offering a handshake, "Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter" Will chuckles alittle, leaving Hannibal pondering what he's laughing about.

"your name sounds like cannibal~" Will speaks through chuckles, Hannibal's eyes close over and he smiles alittle, "I get that alot, you'd never believe it, it kinda bugs me alitle" Will smiles alittle "I bet, if people called me Will the pill I'd crack it too" 
Hannibal opens his eyes, looking at Will, "Will? very nice name", Will shrugs "short for William, kinda lame, and my last name's 'Graham', bland, just like the crackers"  it was Hannibal's turn the chuckle, "people throw chocolate and mar-..mas-....marshamallows...the soft puffed sugar things, it's hard for me to pronounce- do they throw those at you?" Will holds back laugher as he shakes his head, till he can't help it anymore, he bursts out laughing, Hannibal sits there, his eyes closed over again, with his mouth curled into a small smile. Will's laughter calms as he apologises, placing his hand on Hannibal's shoulder as he does so, Hannibal tenses up at this, his shoulders stiffening as he leans back alittle, just abit shocked. Will looks up, "not a touch kinda guy?" Hannibal shakes his just alittle, Will removes his hand, apologising. 

Will looks up at Hannibal, who looks alittle red, could just be the heat, it's rather warm so he brushes it off, "so, what year level are you anyways?" Hannibal looks at Will, and to answer his question, pulls out a laminated student I'd, with his birth year, age, photo, year level and main study focus. Will looks in shock "we don't get these at Windeborn! this is actually so cool!!" Will looks at the year level first. "last year of uni huh? that's so cool dude-!" Hannibal smiles at Will's reaction, "how about you Will, what year lever you?-" he speaks calmly, Will looks up, "we're two year levels apart, I'm a year 11, but some of my teachers think I should be in year university by now, apparently my knowledge on homicides and murderers is on such a high level that I should be shooting my cop shot now". Hannibal listens closely, intrigued by Will's words.

just as Hannibal goes to say something a bus arrives at the stop, number 7, Will's bus, "see ya Hannibal, keep up the cooking!~" he had gotten this information from Hannibal's I.d card, they wave at eachother as Will departs the stop, it would be 15 minuets before Hannibal's bus arrives, he get aboard and takes a glooming seat at the back, on his way back to his lonesome apartment, Listening to 'cannibal' by Kesha on his way back, finding it very humorous when she says "I'll pull a Jeffery Dahmer".

Hannibal's bus stops half way to pick up more  passengers, this is where he gets off, walking down the street of which the street lights has turned on, walking down the quiet street, he seems set and getting to a certain destination. after a 20 minute walk or so, he arrives at a broken down shack like home, kicking down the door he makes his way inside, a rather young man was in the lounge, he looked as if he was innocent, but this man was in fact a blood hungry wife beater, beating and then killing his various female partners. Hannibal despised these kinds of people, he pulls a large engraved knife out of his shoulder bag, along with a pair of gloves.
the red of his uniform made in incredibly hard to spot a dot of blood, he liked this advantage, he still hated getting his clothing dirty, but what must be done...must be done. He looks intimidatingly at the man who by now, is crying on the floor, his current partner running around the corner, bruises and cuts all over her body, she was a strong one, she notices Hannibal's blade and gloved hands, and runs away, keeping her mouth shut as she suspected the man who just tried to kill her was to get his same medicine.