Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Chapter 8: Tėvas, Blood spilled.

As far back as time goes, My family has been well off. Lithuania is a small country where most people can speak Russian as well. Papa being no different.

From the age of four I can still remember lessons with my Mother, even while she was dying. In France you spoke French, at home you spoke whatever the fuck you wanted. I was raised speaking Lithuanian as I've stated before. Language is a weird concept at this point, Hell even as a baby I would frequently mix up Russian and Lithuanian with my English. English is my 3rd or 4th language.

Today Papa is making a baked sweet potato with some chicken. My birthday is next week, Papa has encouraged me to start looking at college. Do I dare tell him I don't even want to go? He was the youngest person to get a Doctor's degree in France, when he was merely 18 or 19. Just a few years older than me. All though he has high expectations, he knows that I can't accomplish everything in life but he does know that I do my very best at whatever I choose to do.

I was journaling when I was interrupted by the sound of the music stopping. Papa sometimes played classical music while he cooked. On an old record player that belonged to my Father's first Wife, the Mother of my sister. I heard the quiet footsteps come up the hallway, Papa knew how to remain quiet if he absolutely needed to, as did I. He wanted me to hear him coming.

"Mick?" Papa asked knocking on my door.

"Come in." I announced.

"I made lunch." He said looking around my mess of a room. I examined where his eyes scanned until his eyes met mine again.

"Thank you."

"I'd thought I'd share some information I've been withholding from you. Not with ill intent." He said sitting on my bed next to me. I looked at him, he looked at me the way he does when he knows I'm not going to like what he's about to say.

I folded the cover of my journal and gave him my full attention.

"I've known since the day you were born." He started. "This is no easy conversation to have." He said swallowing his saliva.

"What is it Papa?"

"Robert is not your father." He said.

"That figures as my mother was his mistress. I hate them both."

"You shouldn't, they raised you for four years give them some credit." He defended.

"I seen how hurt my sister was, I don't give a damn."

"Very well." He sighed.

"If he's not then who is?" I asked out of curiosity.

In that moment Hannibal couldn't prepare for the easiest two words to say in the English language. He took a shagged breath in.

"I.. am."

I looked at him in shock, then a small wave of relief.

"I don't want to hear any more of this conversation." I stated. "Wait yes I do, maybe?"

"Before your mother met my Uncle she and I had.. relations.."

"What do you mean?"

"After all I was merely 20 years old, visiting home and seeing my cousin." He stated. "She was only a few years older than me."

"Did my parents know?" I asked.

"No, I had some speculations when you were about 6 and did a paternity test." He said resting his hand on the side of my cheek.

I just looked at him then took a deep breath in.

"I'm going to go eat."

"I'm not surprised, I made your favorite." He said looking at me.

"Does that mean that I don't have a sister?" I asked.

"Biologically no, but she doesn't know either so let's just keep it that way." He said standing up and putting his hands in his pockets. "It's not like you're going back there."

"Papa I can go where I please to." I sighed. He stopped and turned around super quick. Approaching me at a quiet pace. I could not hear his footsteps. His hands grasped my shoulders as he pulled me up over my chair.

"I forbid you from ever going back there. Do you understand me son?" He growled in my ear. I nodded. He patted my shoulder and kissed my cheek. He left and I ate.

After I finished eating I went downstairs to wash the dishes Papa came up and grabbed my dishes then made quick eye contact.

"I apologize for seeming harsh earlier, for your safety I wish you would not go back there." He said drying the now clean dishes.

"Papa, have you ever considered that one day I might want to move there?" I defended. "What about Kaunas University of Technology? What if I want to go there?"

"Then I will support your decision but don't you dare return to my family's castle!"

"Our family's castle. Don't forget I come from your ballsack meaning it's my family too!"

He shot me a look of disappointment and I ignored it. I was then met with a hand to my cheek.

"Just do as I say." He ordered.  I got out of his grasp and went about my routine.

Will Graham has gone to the Baltimore State Hospital for the criminally insane.

Papa has been withdrawn, he no longer sees his therapist and keeps to himself. Any attempts to bond are unsuccessful. That was until today.

"Would you be a dear and go to this address and bring back these?" He asked giving me a list.

"Papa this is in Virginia." I protested.

"You made your way to Lithuania and my family's castle I believe you make the couple hour drive."

"With your car?"

"Yes, and no, don't get any fast food unless it's with cash."

At this point I figured out why.

"Why can't you?"

"Because I have to help Jack with a case." He said putting on his jacket. "Also I need you to stick with vegetables for a while as Will Graham is still making demands that Jack arrest me, I have no doubts they'll question you too."

"Not if I become mute."

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be, take some laxatives when you return, and don't say anything I wouldn't say." He added as he put his hands on my shoulders. I dropped him off at the headquarters and went to the "movies with some friends" as Papa told Jack.

I drove to the location and with gloves grabbed what Papa said to, I knew exactly what kind of plant this was.

A few days later I was journaling with some sketches. I heard a knock at the front door. Papa was at his office so I ignored it. All though curiosity got the best of me and I answered anyway.

"Hey Mike, is your Dad home?"

"Not at the moment, He's with a patient."

"Would you come to the headquarters with me then?"

"You would have to ask Papa."

Jack called Papa, I could hear the entire conversation. He wanted to take a stool sample.

Papa consented for me. That son of a bitch.

I locked up and went with Jack. I complied and did everything I needed to, only saying things that Papa would.

That evening I went to Papa's office and began my janitorial work. There was a knock at the front door which was odd because most clients just walked right in. I opened it, there stood a tall boy maybe my age, he was skinny with golden blonde hair that was trimmed into a shag, he wore a yellow t shirt and some blue jeans. My brain recognized his face but wasn't sure from where. I felt guilty not knowing because he looked too familiar.

Then finally he spoke.

"Hey Mickey, is Papa around?"