Twisted Minds

Futamono

"You're moving smoothly and slowly, Jack, carrying your concentration like a brimming cup." Will says as Jack approaches his cell. "Hannibal Lecter, And Caroline were almost murdered by an employee of this hospital. An attendant we believe killed the bailiff and judge in your trial." Jack says with a cold tone. "He killed the bailiff. He didn't kill the judge. That was the Chesapeake Ripper." Will says standing when jack comes into view. "You know this?"

"He told me."

"And then you told him to kill Hannibal Lecter and Caroline. "

"Wait did you just say Caroline? Nothing I said made that happen, Jack. It just happened. Is Caroline okay? Please tell me she's okay Jack." Will says panicked about his Girlfriend. Does she think he had her killed? Are her Injuries life changing?

"Caroline is okay. Few deep cuts and lacerations. Some blunt force trauma. But overall she's out of the hospital and stable. But you dont seem as broken up about Hannibal as you do for Caroline." Jack says as he watches the curly haired man panic.

"There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named. The happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt. I love Caroline. I would never. Wish her harm." Will says seriously. "You have contempt for Hannibal." Jack says, its no a question its a statement. "I have contempt for the Ripper. I have contempt for what he does." Will says as he starts to pace.

"What does he do, Will?" Jack asks, curious to what the man will say. "What does he do? What is the first and principal thing he does? What need does he serve by killing?" Will says with a chuckle, not a funny chuckle, but one of irony.

"He harvests organs." Jack says confused.

"No. That's only the action of what he does. Why does he need to do? The Ripper kills in sounders of three or four, in quick order. Do you know why? I know why. Caroline certainly knows as well." Will is confident in his thinking because it's the only option.

"Tell me." "Because if he waits too long, then the meat spoils." Will says as he steps closer to the bars. "He's eating them? Hannibal Lecter is Garret Jacob Hobbs? A cannibal?" Jack says, its almost humorous. Comparing Hannibal to Garret Jacob Hobbs. Its comical. Its like comparing a Lion to a leopard. One hunts for fun while the other Hunts to eat. And the eating is just the dessert for Hannibal. The main course was the hunt.

"Not like Garret Jacob Hobbs. Hobbs ate his victims to honor them. The Ripper eats his victims because they're no better to him than pigs." Will says, oh how he wished to be at home with His dogs and Caroline. Hannibal would most likely try to turn her against him. But Will knows that would never happen.

Caroline is a lot smarter than she looks, she always has a plan. Always thinking. "With the exception of Beverly Katz, there's no connection between Hannibal and any Ripper victims." Jack says, "No immediate connection. He likely identifies his meals years in advance, earmarks them, then waits with the patience of a python." Jack looks at Will in frustration.

"Hannibal Lecter is not the Chesapeake Ripper."

"Who else do you know with unusual culinary tastes? If the Ripper's killing, you can bet Hannibal Lecter's planning a dinner party. You and I probably sipped wine while swallowing the people we were trying to give justice, Jack. Who does he have to kill before you'll open your eyes?" Will says, but we all know who.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT-

Caroline watches Hannibal cut the heart into morsels for the skewers. We can see the bandages on his arms as he cuts. He scrapes pieces of meat into a bowl of marinade, one by one.

"Funny how we revere and romanticize a simple pump. Merely a muscle. Yet such a potent symbol of life and the things that make us human, good and bad. Love and ache." Hannibal says as I take the pieces of heart meat from the marinade and skewers them with pieces of vegetables between each morsel. The bandages around our arms bind us together in our experience. "All of them skewered." I say, the irony honestly.