Do Not Neglect ME: Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Chapter Two: Wtf-

I awaken, my head pounding ready to explode. My stomach feels turned upside down inside out. Nausea threatening to be more than just a simple threat.

"What the actual fuc-" Before I finish I throw up behind a trash can. What happened? I'm definitely not drunk, the team would kill me if I'd drink on a mission. I already know that I'm definitely not sane, but illusionations has never occured.

I look where his body was, should be, but nothing is there. No blood? No scent of any disinfectants, definitely no smell of this place ever being clean. Yet somehow there is a different smell lurking in the air- like when you travel abroad and the destination smells different from home.

Okay I should call the team, perhaps they're still not pissed seeing that it's NIGHT?!

"The number you have dialed does not exist" "What is going on." I walk noting that here is no tires.. Okay wait, the city layout cannot change so where am I. I think seeing a three-way and city like buildings with no alley across the street. No alley across the street equals me running through the walls.

Calm down maybe I blacked out? Maybe I celebrated so hard that I actually forgot 99% of the stuff prior. But the cellphone number. "Ugh" I groaned knowing that it's evidently not that, and that I'm stupid for hoping that it is.

What have I done now.

I walk untill I see anything resembling what I have passed. It's been two hours and I don't know where I am. My phone died an hour ago, after an estimate of thirty minutes prior when it lost signal. Yay. I reach a questionable looking motel sighing at the looks of it I walk through the doors.

"Hey" I say with a fake smile walking closer into the motel. "With what may I help you?" The receptionist slash owner by the looks of it says. Rude much? Prick. "Do you have a charger for my phone? Then I can pay digitally the money to you for a room just for the night." I said smiling. "No" with that he turned his chair around to watch tv. This place needs upgrades, the cameras are broken, the walls are moldy and the owner is an ass.

"Look mister, I've had somewhat of a day. I need a place to sleep and I have money" I said trying not to loose my cool.

He stands up looking down at me. "Are you going to be a problem?" He asked. "I'll pay for a room, I'll even pay you to lend a charger. Please" I don't want to fight, so I say it at my nicest, that damn smile made my face hurt.

"I heard that you said I may stay in the best room tonight" I said, manipulating him with my power.

"I heard you, and I said no, you look like a trouble maker, so go find another place to stay or spend the night in the jail it won't be your first time I bet" I saw his lips move but no sound escaped his mouth.

"Rosé, you need to work on your anger issues" Jace (my nickname for Justin) said after I yeeted a man's head into the toilet he broke in my bar. Literally two rules and he couldn't follow it.

It replayed in my head, but his words started moving slower and slower and slower. "you need to work on you anger issues."

"Okay fine, I'll choose another place to sleep" I said, "Good now go" He said shooing me away. Sorry Jace I'll work on my anger issues later. "Jail" With that his face melted into his countertop for few seconds.

A crack following as his jaw broke. "Shit" I muttered as he laid there unconscious. "Whose going to call the cops now."

I walk behind the counter and take a key, I walk to room 404, and open the door. "Hell nah, the dust can live here" I said looking at the dirty state it is.

With that I locked the door walked back down, placed the key back and called the cops.

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"Let me get this right, you, did this?" The officer stated looking at me. "Yeah, I felt. threatened" I said standing outside.