The lamb and the slaughter (Hannibal Fanficton: Book One)

Chapter Two: Dinner with a Psychopath

Will put his glasses into his pocket and exhaled slowly, stepping into the mind of the killer as he stripped away the entire scene of the crime until it was just him and the corpse in this random bedroom; no display, no outside noise and no police interference.

It's all planned, perfectly; the setting, the display. The organs. There's only one unplanned aspect, her. I searched her out especially, a change of plan to what I was going to do today, and then lured her away and killed her easily. It's surgical, obviously, the way that I slit her open; starting from her bellybutton and going neatly upwards to the centre of her chest, parting the flaps of skin carefully to expose her innards. I take her liver. Her hair is bright red, the shade of freshly spilled blood, and I hang her from the ceiling on a hook with her hair plaited around it faultlessly. It's neater than finding a more brutal way to hang her up, such as piercing through her body like she's a painting on the wall of a gallery. Like she's a pig waiting for preperation in a buchery. I gutted her and hung her out, like a pig but with more care and more...respect. You aren't meant to be here, dear girl, you don't belong here at all. Which is exactly why you are here. You have to stand out, you have to be out of your comfort zone, you have to know that you're going to die in a place where no-one knows you and you know no-one and you're helpless. That's how it's meant to be for you. This is my design.

With slight relief, the empath opened his eyes and stepped back one step from the corpse as though he felt too close even though he hadn't even moved even a millimetre. He looked upon the girl again, so thin and fragile and pure and pale with her red hair being the only colourful thing about her. Thankfully, she was not Annabel. This girl had been killed by the Chesapeake Ripper, it was probably just coincidence that he chose to do this the night Annabel had been found. The 'probably' part scared Will, because if it wasn't coincidence then that meant that the Ripper knew very recent things of Will's life. Scarily recent "Jack." He half-called and then the door opened and people filed in to continue their work.
"What is it?" Jack asked. He'd seen how almost panicked Will had looked just before opening the door, even if the brunet thought it was well hidden, and it had worried Jack because he needed Will at peak condition to help with these cases. If he was even slightly distressed at a crime scene, Jack had to pull him out of it which was not ideal but it was a necessity.
"Random kill." The words were said slightly softer than usual, a mix of rare sleep being interrupted and of his panic still seeping away "It's definitely the Chesapeake Ripper." Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes in both slight tiredness and frustration because they all knew that they had a snowball's chance in Hell of coming closer to the killer. The fact that it was a teenager killed just made it that much harder; parents and the media pressuring them to find the Ripper even more in fear that other children would be targeted, Jack putting that pressure on his team and therefore Will, the pressure maybe becoming too much and finally snapping Will. They couldn't deal with something like that in the slightest, especially if Will couldn't handle it.
"No way you could figure out why she was killed? Or why she's here?" They were at an accountant's house. He had no idea who the girl was, he'd just come in after work and found her hanging in his bedroom; no CCTV around, too late for neighbours to be looking out of their windows for no reason, no connection to the teenager, nothing at all to catch the Ripper or even get a slight trace of him.
"She's here because she doesn't belong here." Will sighed, as he always did at crime scenes when everyone thought he had all the info. He can see a possibility of the killer's mind, he can't become the killer. Well, he can but it's dangerous because he could lose himself as them "He put her here because it's the last place anyone would expect to find her; she doesn't know the neighbourhood, she doesn't know anyone around, she doesn't know the house owner, she's so far from home she probably doesn't know if she's in the same state. She died scared and confused and alone. To him, this placement was perfect."
"Why did he cut her open like this?" Beverly mumbled and Will shrugged.
"She deserved it." He said, still partially looking through the Ripper's eyes. This is his point. It's dangerous "He felt like she deserved to be gutted like a pig and displayed as such." Jimmy sighed as he tried to help two other guys get the girl's hair untangled from the hook.
"Such a pity." He said mournfully "Such a young girl, had her whole life in front of her. And someone just had to take it all away for no reason."
"What type of psychopath would do this and have no remorse?" Beverly said in disgust and Jimmy shrugged "Poor darlin'." The teen's eyes were forced closed, better for her family, and then she was covered and taken out of the room.
"Yea." Will said hardly audibly "He'd have to be a monster."