Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Chapter 20) After Mizumono Part 1

Sorry for the short chapters, After a bit I just get writers block.

Papa woke Ashton and I up early one morning.

"Mickey." He said cupping my face. "It's time."

"Yeah yeah after breakfast. I want my fruity pebbles before a flight."

After breakfast and a shower Papa had our luggage by the door. He handed me bear, whom I've had since birth and have never left.

"Your account has funds in it for France, you know where to go." He said looking at me. He then looked at Ashton. "Mick can translate anything you need, He knows what to do." He said before kissing the top of both of our heads.

"Papa?" I asked. I ran up to him and gave him a hug, he squeezed me tightly.

"Go ahead, I'll be there when necessary."

"Water my plants?" I asked.

"The feds will have raided everything, if they catch me then the house goes to you, everything will have been searched thoroughly." He explained.

"What about me? Will they."

"No my dear, but don't worry I will join you within a week, you have everything that's important and the addresses of which you need to visit."

"Yes sir."

With that Ashton and I got a cab to the airport. A flight to France. We stayed in my old house which was under my name. It was dusty but we managed. My limited French was a pain in the ass.

A week later Ashton and I had our fake IDs and passports. As well as Papa's. He was going to join us then we go from there. Every night was miserable. Being independent was new to me.

One day Ashton was panicking because a taxi pulled up, Bedelia and Papa stepped out. I unlocked the front door.

Papa came in and set their bags down. He looked at me and smiled.

"Glad I didn't let you get a dog?" He said smiling. I ran up and hugged him. He had a small scar on his lip. Bedelia was unamused by any of us but we came up with a plan and some identities to get us to Italy.

The following day Papa rode his motorcycle into town leaving Bedelia and I to pack up some stuff from this house.

"I must ask out of curiosity but what have you and Ashton eaten all week?" She said walking into the kitchen.

"I haven't eaten anything and Ashton has bread. We bought a baguette and he munches on that once a day." I said looking at her confused.

"Why didn't you eat?" She asked putting some papers into a briefcase.

"I made sure Ashton had food."

"Ashton, do you want real food?" She asked turning towards the tiny man who was gnawing on the baguette.

"It's got garlic. I love this." He said.

Bedelia sighed and went back to the living room.

"Where did you both sleep? This place has barely any furniture." She asked as if she was a concerned parent but with a cold, expressionless tone.

"Ashton was small enough for my old bed." I explained.

"And you?" She asked.

"He slept on the floor by the front door." Ashton confessed.

"Why?"

"He was scared."

The front door opened and Papa came back in with his leather jacket on, he must've rode one of Robertus's bikes. He had a small grocery bag.

"I picked up some food for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow." He said.

"Hannibal, are you aware that your son hasn't eaten all week?" Bedelia asked as I sat on the ground playing tic tac toe with Ashton using the dust on the floor.

"Michael come here." He ordered. I stood up and went over to him. He handed me some sausage. "Go eat." I unwrapped the sausage and began eating it raw, giving some pieces to Ashton, trading for a bite of the garlic baguette.

"Hannibal, the children are feral again."  She sighed.

"They'll be fine, they're keeping themselves occupied." He said unpacking the groceries.

"Michael, do you want to cook the sausage before you eat it?" She asked me as I almost finished the package.

"Meat is better raw, it's like human-" I stopped myself.

"Michael why don't you go dust off your mother's bed?" Papa suggested pulling out a book. I went and dusted off the bed that belonged to my mother and "father" it wasn't dirty, just stale.

I went back downstairs and up to Papa. He had a different vibe to him, almost like he didn't have a stick up his ass. Like he was feral too.

"All done Papa." I said. He rubbed my hair then looked at me.

"Why don't you go take a nap? Bedelia tells me you've been sleeping on the floor again."

"I'm scared." I admitted.

"Of what dear?" He said putting down his book.

"Losing you."

"You won't lose me dear, I promise." He said walking over to me. He gave me a hug then sent me to bed where I slept. I woke up to Papa bringing me dinner.

"Bedelia is sleeping in the guest room." He said sitting on the other side of the bed. He was in his pajamas. I ate my small meal then placed the tray on the nightstand. Tomorrow we left for Italy.