Product of a Murder

On Down Memory Lane

Days began to go by quicker than he had planned, and slowly they had grown closer, she had began to help around the house. Such as feeding the dogs or making a small snack for them both, she never spoke and she had began having bad night terrors or panic attacks. It frightened him with how much she reminded him of himself. Yet unlike him, she slept a lot, she slept like she had never slept in years.

6:30 PM.

He sat in the recliner beside the couch as the television was on, but it was on mute. He hardly ever watched tv yet he put it on for her to watch. He assumed whatever happened to her, it had stripped every privilege she had of being normal, that or her memory was wiped entirely clean. He had been watching her sleep for some time before his phone began to buzz.. it was Hannibal.
  "Hello?" He answered.
   "Are you still coming in for the session tonight or are you going to stay home?"
   "Oh uh.... umm" will glanced at her, so pretty, her bruises and scratches started to fade into a yellow greenish color and would be gone completely in the next 4 to 5 days.. which would be a whole other week.. he wished sooner.
  "You need to come to your sessions William. . It's unhealthy if you dont" Hannibal sounded bored.
  "Yeah yeah, what do I do about her though...?" He questioned a hand running through his hair.
   "Just leave her there or bring her with you..." Hannibal said the last part with a soft sigh.
   "Ill bring her, I'll be there in about 25" He mashed the end button and stood up, his bones popping. He had been sitting in that chair for what seemed like forever. Now the real problem was waking her up and getting her ready.

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  About 30 minutes came as Will knocked on the door he did it softly as if he were afraid too. He did a lot of things that shocked her, but maybe he did them for her. She'd never know, she smiled at him whenever he glanced her way. She was finally being able to meet her savior.. she tried looking slightly pretty.
   A few minutes passed and a tall figure opened the door. She was taken back with how skinny this man was, he wasn't as skinny as Will but she remembered how firm and.. muscular he felt whenever he had picked her up that night. She knew that shouldnt been the last thing on her mind as she was dying but he comforted her. Chills ran up her skin as her eyes widened and Will stood awkwardly.
   "I know you've both met before, but umm." He looked at her, he still didn't know her name. "This is Hannibal Lecter, the man who saved you" she looked up at him. His deep red eyes seemed to look deep into her soul, he was a middle aged man, his hair a dark brown and combed back off of his face in a neatly manner. His skin was an almond color which looked great against the dark grey suit he wore, his tie was a lavender. 
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  He knew he'd regret opening the door and it was official whenever it was open. For the longest few seconds he stared at William with a welcoming smile and  listened as he was introduced. Whenever he finally looked at her his whole world stopped, he held his smile but his eyes..
  They both had stared at each other for so long, he knew she was probably trying to remember him and so he allowed her to do so. He noticed she smelled of Will, and that damned aftershave. It must've been on Williams shirt, which she wore. It was a deep grey almost black, which made her skin and her eyes pop. He could see her more clearly now, even if she sill had the bandage and the bruises and cuts. The swelling had went down and she reminded him of his baby faced little sister who had died all those many years ago. "Madam" He bowed and opened the door for them to come in, watching as Will took her hand and led her to a black leather seat. His whole office was designed by him, and it was far from modern. It looked like it had come out of a 16th century house, the books the chairs the architecture was amazing within the room. And it smelled warm with hints of old oaks and the forest.
   His eyes never left her, her light brown hair was pulled up into a beautiful pony tail her hair was straight. Just like little Mischa ' s had been yet this woman's hair was far longer and matured.  She also had on leggings which were probably bought for her by Alana.
   He closed the door and walked over to his chair, but continued to stand because Will continued to stand. Will had been making sure she was alright, be seemed protective. Hannibal continued to observe and he smiled as Will glanced his way before sitting down.
    "I have a feeling today's not going to go as it usually is." Will muttered but shrugged as Hannibal stood up.
  "Tea?" He offered, William declined but the girl didn't. He nodded "it will be warm tea, honey and milk added for your throat." He said softly and walked over to his little kitchen  outlet. He began to pull out two cups and turn on the stove. After a few moments of silence Hannibal broke the awkwardness by saying.  "How is her stay?"
    "Shes been doing good, haven't you?" She nodded and Will continued "though she's been having a lot of.... well... nightmares and bad panic attacks. I believe she's suffering from-"
   "Emotional trama" Hannibal smiled to himself, of course she was, she's the product of what happens whenever someone trys to murder you. "It would make sense, she was probably forced into doing things no other human needs to do, she was beaten possibly her memories are wiped clean as whoever it was tried to brainwash her" He continued not looking directly at her as he gave her the tea and sat down on the chair adjacent from them. He saw Will nod.
  " I think maybe she needs help...with that. Each day it gets worse" both the men watched her drink her tea and smile from how lovely it tasted. Something deep within Hannibal churned at her smile, it was beautiful. She glanced up and blushed whenever Will continued. "I think she needs to come see you, maybe it will help the terrors." He said softly.
   "I agree, she should. I'm glad you haven't taken the action to help her yourself." He didn't mean to call him unstable but he meant to tell him he wasn't fit for it.  Will knew what he meant even if it stung a little. "That's why I thought it would be good to bring her today.. so you could. Meet her finally while she's awake and not. ..dying."
   Hannibal looked at Will and nodded before turning his gaze to her. "Has she been able to speak yet?" He questioned.
  "Any time now." Will said softly. Hannibal withdrew himself from the chair and walked off towards his desk for a pencil and paper. "I don't even know her name.." He said kinda and watched the girl drink the last of the tea and set it on the counter top, neatly, next to her. She looked up as Hannibal gave her the paper and pencil. At first she seemed reluctant to the object in her hands almost as if she was unsure what to even do with it. Hannibal figured she was probably trying to remember her name or something close to that area.  It took her  what seemed like forever before she actually began to scribble on the yellow paper her hands shaking horribly, but she managed.

She offered the paper pad back to Hannibal her eyes not meeting his as he examined her without trying to look at the paper. It was a common act of shyness and he noticed how red her eyes were, Mischa's eyes were blue. A beautiful sky blue that were clear like diamonds...She had Hannibal's red eyes, and maybe thats what reminded him more of Mischa. His chest seemed tight, he needed air but managed a smile and looked down at the paper. "Mitka?" He said it softly his accent giving its own unique sound. He looked up at her to confirm it but met Will's eyes who seemed to be considering it.

"That is a beautiful name.. Mitka" Will smiled at her and she flushed slightly, she was like a deer...trapped within a cage so fragile and hopeless. Hannibal continued to watch the two while they looked at each other and he could tell how much William cared. Will Graham liked this little deer, the little deer named Mitka. Hannibal couldnt help but grin to himself, he knew his plan and exactly what would happen. This little deer was going to be harvested...very soon.

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She couldnt help but notice the little things about Dr. Lector, like how his red eyes seemed to look deep into your soul. Or how he had six fingers on his left hand, and how he carried himself in a mysterious fashion. Being around him for those first twenty minutes, catching his eyes every now and again. He reminded her of a predator..a lion waiting to pounce..it didnt bother her is what worried her the most, it only made her more curious.

"Mitka?" Will's voice interrupted her train of thought as she looked ahead at the near by lamb that gave off a dull glow. She looked up at him standing before her, his hand reached out for her to take and she did very slowly her body still ached but wasnt as bad as it had been the first few days. The pain, as all pain, would always get bearable over time. As she stood she could feel the doctor's presence near by as well, she glanced up at him for a few seconds and looked back at Will's bright blue eyes. "we scheduled you an appointment in a few days if you dont mind? Itll be later on during the day, and if you do not feel like you need it you do not have to come back, okay?" he said quickly his anxiety showing within his words. He was always nervous in some way, but her touch seemed to calm him.

She nodded her head, the fact that Dr. Lecter interested her brought many questions to her even if he creeped her out at times. Her and Will began to walk to the doorway whenever Hannibal's words cut through the air like knives. "Have a good evening." ..What a gentleman. She glanced back behind her shoulder as they left the room and emptied out into the waiting room. The doctor had walked them out but closed the door as soon as they left his room his eyes leaving a mark in her mind. They glowed with such intensity that it seemed they'd melt the paint right off the wall.. something about them held a great power. A secret, and she was going to find out.