Product of a Murder

Past Present Future

"I'll be there in about 10 minutes..." Will's voice announced over the cellphone. Then the crackle of the medicine container popped into hearing range.

"It will be fine with me, I'm on my way home right now." Hannibal responded, he sounded tired for once. Everything had begun to bare down onto his shoulders, and deep down Hannibal knew a lot about Will, he had learned over a short period of time how fast his sanity was slipping in and out of the sea of nothingness. He treasured that about Will but he couldn't watch as his friend let his mind eat itself. A friend... Was William Graham a friend? He drove quickly with his knuckles white against the steering wheel  his car's headlights slicing at the late autumn air. The trees stretched along both sides of the small highway, their branches reaching out at each other with longing. He soaked in the vast emptiness of himself as he wondered when the last time it had been when he had ever thought anything was beautiful. He worked in the city but lived out in the woods about 40 minutes away. He had single highhandedly picked this small place because of how mysterious, and enchanting the trees had crept across this decent sized patch of land. Was it because he loved the way their twisted figures and branches reached every which way? Was it the beauty? His deep maroon eyes were sharp on the road as he cut his thoughts in half and continued on to his house. He hated thinking, especially too much.

Fifteen minutes into the drive he could barely make out a pale figure lying in the middle of the road. Pure curiosity poisoned him, making him stop, his headlights casted an hazy yellow glow onto the body before getting out of his car. It was a woman, possibly in her mid twenties. She was soaked in blood which streamed from many places on her body. He climbed out of his vehicle to get a better view, but it was far from being the first person he had ever seen die. Yet in some remarkable way she was alive, her strangled breathing fondled the quiet air around them as she struggled against the asphalt. Everything about the blood was fresh even the ragged breathing, whoever tried killing her did a horrible job. He realized he had slowly made his way up to her, and out of instinct had began making his way to his car to fetch the knife whenever he heard her gurgling help. He couldn't help but look back over his shoulder and was seized right there by her red eyes. Chills climbed his body as he began walking back to her, she looked just like...

"Mischa?" his voice trembled as the girl's eyes were wide with fear she lifted her hand towards him. "Help me" She gurgled blood jutting quickly out of the crook between her shoulder and neck. She was too afraid to notice the blood spraying onto the side of her face as she tried to speak again, her light brown hair jumbled around her. Hannibal couldnt help but stare a few minutes longer before he lifted her up and into his arms... Her fragile form was cold to the touch even the blood had began to lose its warm as it began to cover him. The blood had begun soaking him to the bone, along with the nightmares that he tried to bury deep within himself.
"Everything will be okay" He whispered to her as she trembled, grabbing him with everything she had like a frightened child. He wanted everything to be alright, he wanted her safe...as safe as she could be around a man like him. He began to walk back to the car ignoring the autumn air closing in, ignoring the blood, the frantic bleating of the woman in his arms.

"GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BASTARD!!!" he growled at the broad man, whose eyes were filled with hunger like no other. Hannibal was pinned against the wall, his little sister behind him, he could feel her frightened breathing. He was scared as well but pushed that into anger instead of fear, she was all he had... he couldnt let these men take her away from him.

"Get out of my way you little BRAT!" the foreign accent was heavy on the man's tongue as he strangled out the english words, as his hands shot forward towards the girl. Hannibal bit down hard into the mans arm, remembering the taste of blood and the satisfying popping sound when the bone began to break under his young teeth. The man grabbed him by the hair and threw him aside while the other men scrambled after his young sister who began to scream blood curling cries. Thats what scared Hannibal the most as he watched her get dragged away, as he watched with blood in his mouth and sadness in his eyes. He watched as he was getting beaten with his hand stretched outwards just as she stretched for him her tears cleaning her dirtied cheeks. "Anniba!!!" She sobbed.

"MISCHA!" he cried his voice breaking along with his heart, and that was the last time he ever cared for anyone or anything...

"Will, change of plans, im on my way to the hospital. Meet you there" He said quickly into the phone not bothering if Will could fully hear him or not as he got into the driver side his shirt torn slightly and used to stop the blood. She continued to wheeze and cough and cry in the back seat causing the hair on his arms to stand, and yet he stayed calm and just turned up the music he had on low. The beautiful violins seized control of his thoughts as he quickly drove back to town. He let the music take over but it only caused him to be more worried, he had to listen to her breathing. He had to keep her breathing as long as possible. Mischa had to survive. He turned down the music and glanced back into the back seat she had calmed down slightly her breathing becoming low and more silent by the minute. He could tell he was beginning to lose her. Panic spread throughout him, the emotion foreign to him as he began to speed faster towards the hospital.

"Sir?" The woman at the front desk shouted as he came into the hospital emergency room like a bat out of hell. He had gotten to the hospital in under fifteen minutes and the girl was beginning to fade even more. He looked so sad as he carried the woman into the building, many people glancing his way.

"I found her on the side of the road, I wrapped her shoulder the best I could" He mumbled trying not to glance down at the sweet face which was covered in blood. The woman had ushered the nurses into the room with a stretcher.

"You did the right thing." she said softly as he began to put her on the stretcher and watched as they rolled her away. "what is your name?" One of the nurses called.

"Hannibal Lecter..." Was all he managed.

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Hope you guys enjoy!!! By the way I do not own Hannibal or any of the characters Except Mitka, also none of the pictures are mine.)