Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Chapter 11: H.L.

—3rd person point of view—

There are only a handful of people that Hannibal Lecter truly cares about and has true empathy for. Hannibal being a psychopath makes it difficult or well, impossible for him to feel love. His late parents, his charming little (late) sister, and the baby who he helped deliver 17 years ago.

His Uncle (under the presumption that the baby was his) had requested his nephew specifically to help his wife deliver. In a room with a small pool tucked in a corner of the house Robert bought in Paris, Hannibal who was an experienced surgeon at this time agreed. Along with a midwife named Dee.

When "Madison" was born she charmed her mother, glistening blue eyes, blonde hair that still had blood in it. She was born sleeping, only waking up when Robert cut the cord. She didn't cry, she resembled someone familiar to Hannibal.

Just as Hannibal planned to, the darling little girl's parents fell ill. Hannibal was charge of the medicine. He wanted to experiment on this child. Not in any gruesome way of course, but socially.

Robert's illness was natural and not at all under the influence of Hannibal. He had pneumonia then they found out he had leukemia and a tumor that would kill him. Robert of course made sure his darling new daughter was taken care of by the only person he could trust with a child. His dear nephew.

Hannibal got custody of the baby when she was 3, he had bought many dresses and hair accessories. He bought frilly skirts and made his spare room into a wonderful place for his new child to sleep.

Madison was 4 and a half when she became an orphan. Hannibal watched her look at the dresses in discomfort, he noticed that her hair was chopped off very badly, Madison had taken scissors from the lady at the desk and chopped her hair off horribly as soon as the lady in the white coat said that her Mommy and Daddy had passed. 2 years of throwing fits when Mommy told her that she had to grow her hair out and act lady like. 2 years of going to classes to teach toddler girls how to be prom and proper. All of the cries that her name was Mickey like her favorite cartoon and her parents just chuckling it off.

She could do so and nobody stopped her. She only spoke French and Lithuanian. Mostly Lithuanian. None of the nurses understood her, when social services brought her to the airport where Hannibal would collect her she didn't understand any of them.

Hannibal stood 6'3, he hadn't seen this child since she was born and here she was, a spitting image of Mischa.

Hannibal knew.

He knelt down to the little girl and grabbed the bags from the worker. The worker talked to Hannibal then they boarded the plane back to Baltimore.

Madison was too young to remember this.

When Hannibal tried speaking to the girl she would just cry. Not because she wanted her parents or her whole life was changing, but because they kept her in that stupid dress.

"What happened to your hair?" Hannibal asked once the girl calmed down.

"Aš nekalbu angliškai." The toddler spoke to let him know she didn't understand him.

"Kas atsitiko tavo plaukams?" Hannibal repeated.

She shook her head no.

Hannibal left it at that, seeing the face of his sister kept throwing him off guard, he wasn't hallucinating, but he had slept with her mother 9 months before. He kept these thoughts to himself.

When Madison saw her room she cried, the large queen sized bed was covered with a soft pink blanket and some antique porcelain dolls Hannibal had bought, the kind that his sister used to carry around. Hannibal thought the baby was confused about what was going on.

When he offered her food she would deny, he watched her secretly play with some toy cars that she had grabbed out of her bag. When Hannibal questioned her about it she had finally spoke up, in broken English.

"My name Mickey. I am boy."

Hannibal Lecter did not know what to do, he had read about Transgender people and he did work at John Hopkins which was the only hospital in the old days that treated transgender patients. He tested this more until he could get a clear answer as to whether or not he needs to help this child be more comfortable.

When he presented her with toys typically made for boys she lit up with excitement. When instead of frilly dresses for public appearances she dawned a boy's suit, similar to what Hannibal wore as an older child. She had a smile that Hannibal never seen before.

When in private Hannibal had put the toddler on the counter, to face her at eye level.

"Would you like me to cut your hair?" He asked.

"Yes Papa." She spoke.

He cut his hair and gave him a bath. During which he made conversation.

"Do you want to change your name?" He asked the small child.

"Mickey."

"Alright, your full name can be Michael. It's a strong name and Mickey is a nickname."

"Yes, I Michael." The baby spoke using his tiny index finger to point to himself. Hannibal smiled. Seeing his new son so happy made Hannibal happy.

He later fed the boy some human liver, the boy thought nothing of it.