Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Chapter 12: H.L. Continued.

When the boy turned 8 Hannibal started to worry. For 4 years this boy had lived as a boy, everything was legally changed. His son was no different than other boys his age. Young Michael was constantly getting in trouble at public school. Hannibal wondered if homeschooling would be the best option for his son.

Hannibal knew at this point the boy was biologically his. He tested when the child was 6.

Mickey had come home from school, he was panicked. He threw his expensive bag onto the the ground like it was nothing, Hannibal internally rolled his eyes at this.

"What's got you worried like this?" Hannibal asked kneeling to get on his son's level.

"Puberty." The boy said out of breath. "I have a hair." He muttered out.

"Oh dear." Hannibal said, now concerned. He had briefly mentioned this with Mick's doctor but the doctor said it would take some time to get him on puberty blockers. This made Hannibal enraged. He didn't want to see his son in pain emotionally. The boy was too pure for this world.

When Michael turned 11 he had graduated from the 5th grade, his first day of middle school? Expelled.

The boy's hair was a shaggy, dirty blonde. Like other boys in his class he wore blue jeans with holes (hidden from his father who would have a fit if he saw) and heelies.
Young Michael had convinced another boy to jump off the roof of the school. The boy broke his legs and an arm, along with a concussion.

Hannibal watched as he convinced the principal that they were just playing and he had nothing to do with it. A shadow loomed behind Mickey. One that would stay. One that only Hannibal saw.

When Mickey turned into a young man (17) Hannibal truly feared him in a way, now being 4 years on testosterone his own son was a spitting image of him, the age he went and slaughtered Misha's killers. It dawned on Hannibal that Michael was going to be like him, and not through traumatic experiences either. The boy stood 5'11 and weighed 190 pounds. His dirty blonde hair showed its roots of brown. He kept his face clean shaven, he wore suits to more events rather than his typical immature teenage style. Hannibal was scared.

While it's impossible to tell for certain, Michael would definitely kill again. He's born for it, he yearns for it, he doesn't always want to. The shadow that lurks behind Michael dims down when Michael is with friends or his new "play thing" Ashton as Hannibal calls him. It had gotten to the point where Hannibal pulled Michael out of school simply because he did not want to leave a trail. The boy was sloppy. Any interrogation by an officials towards Michael and they could see the reports of "accidents" that followed him.

Michael would never harm Hannibal, his Papa, his Daddy. That was the first English word the boy learned. He was 4 and Hannibal had to teach him English. He still chose to call Hannibal Papa, which Hannibal and Mischa had called their own father.

Mick was always affectionate with Hannibal, he would never deny a hug or to lay in bed with him when he was scared. Hannibal didn't mind, he's a good father after all and good fathers don't stop loving their sons. Hannibal could feel no emotions except for things he TRULY scared for, Opera, classical music, punishing God, cooking and his family. That's all Hannibal had room to love. Even Will was just an experiment.