Product of a Murder

Another Stray

"M is for Mischa" He smiled down and into her light blue eyes her pudgy cheeks adorable and baby faced. She was like his child, his soul purpose to even living in the chaotic world. Little Mischa was drawing an M in the dirt and had little to no clue about the war happening all around them. He wanted to protect everything he had...but it was hard being so young..

"yes... M is for Mischa" he smiled back and kissed her softly on the head. Then out of no where the sirens began to sing.

He sat up in bed, cold sweat clung to his body as he grasped the blankets beside him. Everything around him blurred into the emptiness except for the screaming of his alarm clock. He hadnt dreamt in so long that it seemed surreal to him. He had locked those memories away a very very long time ago...but that girl.

He remembered walking into the hospital room and felt the cold stinging feeling of his heart breaking...Even though Mischa never grew up, in his mind, the woman laying in the bed resembled her so much...he knew little Mischa wasnt alive any more. This woman though had made him weak and she continued so... he knew right as he saw her and remembering all the memories that he had to go very quickly. He waited for Will to fall asleep and he left , leaving her in his mind as another memory that hed never see again, that she was dead just like his little sister.

Sweating from the dream he clicked the alarm clock off and proceeded to shower. He walked into the bathroom and glanced at his reflection in the mirror catching his teenage self glaring back, he just ignored it knowing that once he scrubbed away the dirt and grit of yesterday that it would all be gone. It would all be under his control...which is how he liked things to be .

4:30 PM.

"Hey Hannibal" Will had called him and he answered on the second ring, Will most likely knew that he didnt have a patient at that time of day and was thankful of it.

"Good Evening William" He spoke quickly as he sat at his desk. He had been sketching and began to day dream. Grimacing at the sketch of his baby sister he turned the paper over and turned his full attention to the phone call.

"Shes going to be coming home with me until we find out who she is and where she can go" There was a unknown happiness in Williams voice and Hannibal chuckled softly, his heart twisting in agony in his chest.

"Very kind of you William." he stated softly twirling the pen around his fingertips. "How is she?"

"She woke up early this morning scared, I reassured she was fine and she went back to sleep. She woke up again this evening around 12 and they said she could go, just to be careful with her. She looks like hell" At the ending part of the sentence was in a whisper,indicating he was in the room with her. "At first she was reluctant to come with me but now I guess shes fine with it, she cant talk because of her voice. She apparently strained her vocal cords to the point that it damaged them, The nurses said she probably will be able to begin speaking in a week or so, though" He could hear Will sigh, he was clueless. Clueless to everything around him that it made anger surface in his throat like bile.

"Shes not a dog Will.."Hannibal spoke quickly "Remember that" He could hear a sharp laugh and a shuffle.

"Ill talk to you later then, shes ready to go." Will seemed agitated but that was okay with Hannibal, he just needed to get that out there before they both ended the call.

He smiled softly to himself, it was a smirk of knowing hed never meet this woman again, and that made him happy.

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