Product of a Murder

Metamorphosis

(  Note: )She changed as everything changed around her, she began to remember things that she use to love to do, but continued to never remember fully. She had started new with her life ever since that day about two years ago; she had stopped living with Will. She lived in a small apartment in the city that wasnt to far from where the woods had started. She made sure she stayed close since they gave her a sort of closure, hell many things gave her closure at that point in time. One of those was Will, who had put in word for her at the bureau where he worked. He had realized how imaginative she was, how she seemed to think more of everything in a artistic perspective. It surprised him with how smart and quick she was with her thinking, and he knew she needed to be by his side at the job. They grew close and often spend many hours together as they worked at the job. She helped balance him out and he helped balance her out with that they were crucial and some of the best detectives in the field. Now, I suppose youre wondering about dear Hannibal. Well I suppose we shall see?

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 He sat at his computer desk, it was late into the night. He simply didnt care as he went to check what was new on Tattler. It had become a bad habit of his but he couldnt help it, he knew from Will that Mitka had begun working with the Bureau. In a way it surprised him, it surprised him to the extent of peaking his curiosity. The more he kept up he learned simply  how well she had adapted to the 'normal' life of someone her age. She enjoyed her job, she enjoyed working with Will, and even enjoyed art it had seemed. She enjoyed art in some of the strangest ways and that was what was the main interest of the new Tattler page. 

 "Such an interesting girl" The words were all he could say as his tired eyes scanned the page and stopped at an interesting picture. Beautiful Mitka stood at a massive tree with a man hanging his face held up to the heavens by small fish wire. She had a strange look, of admiration? He simpily enjoyed how she eyed the man, the man whose guts were spilled out. It was an exact replica of a famous art piece and biblical at that, it was suppose to represent the time whenever Judas had hung himself for betraying an innocent. It was quite the look, and he could tell the man who done the piece took great pride into it. But he supposed all artists took pride into their art work, he didnt blame them he loved to cook. He smiled and turned away from the computer screen, thinking of how she had been, if she even went to therapy any more. Will said she had the lack for it, she was secretive about her thoughts except whenever it came to her job. He wondered why? Had she remembered her true self and tried to forget? Or was it the fact it was Will that she couldnt tell. In the tattler it had said she was assigned to a specific case? Was it the case of the man doing the replicas of many famous artist pieces? Or was it something totally different, maybe she had gone there thinking it was a different killer? He smiled at the thought of her being on his case, he had been killing lately here and there. Picking off a few of people he considered to be some of the most rude. He glanced back up at the computer screen at her face, the look in her eyes and the way her hair had been lazily pulled up. Oh how he hoped she was on his case, he wanted to prove how much more smarter...and how much he could push her. It would be a great way of getting back at poor Will, and would be a massive challenge for her to take in.  But it was a risk...a large risk at that.

A risk he was willing to take.

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"God damn it Mitka" Will's voice snapped in silence as he glared at his computer screen. She knew he was reading the new Tattler,  he had to be.
"What is said, is said." Her voice had a numbness to it as she walked over to the small desk he sat at, she had followed him home for dinner and a mindful talk about what had happened earlier. She knew it wasn't the killer she was after, but he thought different how could he not? The Chesapeake Ripper was a skillful...he... he was an artist.
  "I swear they are like rats, they find holes in the system and take full advantage!!!" He boomed his hand slamming down on the desk. She'd learn how tempered he could be whenever it came to her, and it didn't scare her at all whenever he threw his tantrums.
"William Graham!" She called walking to him and playfully wrapped her arm around his neck. "Calm down you big dummy, everything will be okay. It is just words, they can't prove that I'm a psychopath." She felt his body lose up underneath her and he leaned back sighing. She let go and looked around at his face. "You invited me for dinner yes? Now let's eat before it gets cold."
She walked around him and began walking to the table whenever he stood up and followed. "You ease my mind, you know that?" He laughed softly, he was being so awkward that she couldn't help but think that this dinner might mean something else to him? While thinking she took her seat at the table and dug into the food mindfully.
   "So you think this new case was the Chesapeake Ripper?" She had swallowed before she spoke, she had remembered before her incident how mannered she was. No elbows on the table kind of manners.
  "Yes and... uh... no" He said softly, he had horrible table manners. Yet... it was cute in a way. She smiled listening to his side of the story. "It could be because of how delicate the procedure was."
   Her brow furrowed.  "It was sloppy." She stated.
  "Now Mit," Her nickname from him shot through the air before she swiped it down with her thoughts.
  "Will the ripper isn't sloppy, there's usually such cleanliness that there's hardly any blood at all. The organs would've been very clean and placed in a gesture just as the images. All this guy did was cut his abdomen and out spilled his guts!"
  "Calm down Mit please. I was just saying, the guys got a way of making his... subjects, art." He ate more as she finished her plate quickly, he was glad she ate he usually never saw her eat.
Her brown eyes looked at him before she stood up.  "Will... please listen to me when I say, this isn't the ripper." She made the most pained face before she dismissed of her plate and came back to sit down with him. His fork digging harshly at the chicken Alfredo. He seemed to be thinking, so she got up and began washing the dishes like she always had been.  Though from the corner of her eye she found him watching her with a strange look.
  "I think I want another dog." He mumbled.
  "Can we NOT talk about your obsession" she couldn't help but smile, he had so many dogs and they all were outside at the moment. Why on earth did he want another one, was he depressed? "What's wrong?" She cut her glance his way and the look on his face was heart broken. 
  "I miss you being here, I guess..." He shrugged and ate what was left of his food then got up to walk over to her.
  "I miss being here too, but we both agreed on me moving out. You said it would help therapy." Her voice held venom but she didn't strike. He reached around her and began washing his bowl. She took it away from him swiftly and giggled as he began tickling her, the water and foam began to splash everywhere.
   "You're such an ass!!!" She squealed trying her hardest to wash the suds off of the bowel before he turned her around and set the bowel down his jaw was clenched a smile on his face. He was so close so so close, his eyes his baby blue eyes seemed to bore deep into her. 
   "I really want you to move back in..." He had pinned her against the kitchen counter both hands on either side of her waist and his body pressed ever so lightly against hers. What was he trying to say? Her heart began to race and her eyes widened.
   "Ill give it a good thought Will but I-" she was interrupted by knocking on the door.  There was three short raps and then silence, Will's jaw jumped as he stepped away from her and walked to the door. She just watched her heart continued to race, why did it race? What just happened?! She was tripping out whenever Will opened the door and Hannibal stood.
    Hannibal....
Her heart raced even more quickly as a blush spread across her cheeks, making her pale skin turn a lovely shade of red. She hadn't thought about Hannibal in so long, but she remembered his eyes. His eyes that seemed to turn her stomach into a maddening mess. Hannibal stood there, much taller than Will his high cheek bones and his red eyes were sharp though his lips were in a line. He was aggravated his hair slicked back in a professional manner but it looked like he had ran his hand through it several times. As soon as the door had opened his eyes flickered towards her and seemed to glow like balls of fire.