As Hannibal and Will walked outside, they took a moment to look out over the cliff at the shimmering ocean stretched out before the horizon. A shudder passed through them both, though whether that was from the biting winter air, or the monster standing in front of them, they did not know.
Immediately, a battle broke out. Hannibal lurched forward, tackling The Dragon. They both lay on the ground, writhing.
Will let out a curse, as he realised it was Dollarhyde that was winning. Spotting a small metal rod sticking out of the ground a few metres away, he yanked it out, and ran over to the two battling psychopaths.
After hitting Dollarhyde on the side of his skull, he covered his head with his hands, giving Hannibal the opportunity to stand up. Will barely had time to breathe before The Dragon swirled to face him, a snarl etched on his face.
Dollarhyde threw punch after punch. Will tried to defend himself, getting in one good hit to the other mans stomach, before he tripped and stumbled backwards.
The Dragon took a step toward him, and Will looked at Hannibal, certain it would be the last time. What he saw, though, made his heart lift in hope.
Hannibal had in his trembling hand, an axe. He pivoted forward, slicing the weapon through the back of Dollarhyde's leg, blood gushing out. Will used the opportunity to search for a weapon.
Frantically, he looked around, ignoring Hannibal's pleas for help, when finally, he spotted the moonlight glinting off something. Picking it up, he barely registered it was a shard of glass before he sliced through the other leg of the man.
The Dragon screamed in pain, and Hannibal jumped onto his back, hoping to give Will some time to end it. His eyes searching for Wills in the darkness, he spoke, "Now."
Lurching forward, Will drove the shard into Dollarhyde's stomach. A faint smile graced his face before he pulled the shard sharply to the left, gutting him.
As The Dragon reared back in pain, Hannibal placed his teeth on the mans throat, sinking them in and ripping out a chunk of flesh.
They watched in morbid curiosity as Dollarhyde fell to his knees, blood spewing from his throat and stomach. He fell back, dying in a pool of his own warm blood.
For several moments, both men just stood there, their heavy breathing the only sound to be heard.
Will held out his arm, covered in blood, not all of it his own. "You were right," he breathed. "It really does look black in the moonlight."
He stumbled toward Hannibal, who caught him. They held their arms around each other, with the older man straining to look into Wills glassy eyes. "See?" he hissed, though not maliciously. "This is all I ever wanted for you. For both of us," he added, more to himself than to Will.
Will pulled away, and peered up at Hannibal's face. "Its beautiful." His voice was cracked and broken, full of emotion and things unsaid. Will laughed a little, almost as though he were surprised to hear the words some out of his own mouth.
He leant his head against Hannibal's chest, the rapid, steady beating of his heart calming him. "I'm tired, Will. I'm just so tired," he admitted.
Will took a step back, looking at Hannibal's face, now staring out over the edge of the cliff down at the ocean below them with longing.
"We could do it, you know," Hannibal whispered. "The FBI know where we are. They could be here any moment. Why don't we just go? We could be at peace. Finally."
"Hannibal," Will squeaked. "We still have time. We could leave, go somewhere they won't ever find us. We could be together."
Hannibal sighed, resigned. "Darkness will follow us, Will. Wherever we go, our scars will be there to remind us that the past was real. Inescapable."
"I know, but I would rather be alive - no matter how scarred - with you, than dead."
Hannibal leant forward, his bloody, swollen lips brushing lightly against Will's.
"We must hurry. We don't have much time."
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Darkness Will Follow (Hannigram Oneshot)
FanfictionAn alternate ending to the season 3 finale, "The wrath Of The Lamb."