RUDE (Hannigram)

Chapter 6.

"Sometimes in killing, there's a certain type of love or a sacrifice. The New Killer had done exactly that with eight people. Some think that this was the Ripper, however he would kill this sloppy, he would cover his tracks." Will pressed a button that went to the next slide of the man with missing gentile.

"The New Killer made their sacrifice, in the most undignified and disgusting way. The New Killer also must had felt something for all these people or he wouldn't kill that way."

A student raised her hand asking,

"If you killed someone, Mr. Graham, would you do it with love? Or would it be just to forget them?"

Will closed his eyes, he heard clicking, heavy and hard. A deer peeked it's head into the classroom as if it wondered its way out of the forset and into the classroom. It's prickly black fur looked like it been splattered in blood. Abgail filled his mind. He missed her, she was the child that Will was supposed to have, the only person he could protect, but he put her in danger. Goddamn it, he fucked up. He thought of Hannibal, ways to take his life, with his hands, he decided, he'd take his life, but first ruin everything for him and take everything away from him. After all, Hannibal did that to him.

At the end of class, Jack and Alana were there.

"Did you tell Hannibal that you love him?" Jack asked, internally screaming, New OTP! I think I'll call it Hannigram!

"Well, love is a very strong word, isn't it?" Typical Will.

"Did you tell him?" Alana joined.

He was still confused on if he hated Hannibal or not, he was the closest thing he'd ever had to love. But, Alana's kiss, the way he held her at Hannibal house, he wasn't sure how she'd react. Finally, he decided he loved Hannibal.

"Yes, I did."

Alana thought similar thoughts that Jack was thinking. I should get Bev and we should write a fanfic about them, she thought.

"Are you going to use Hannibal as a crutch to regain your stability?" Jack wondered.

"No," he looked over to Alana, "I'm not unstable."

***
"Will Graham has told me he loves me." Hannibal explained to Belinda.

"And how does that make you feel?" Typical murdering psychiatrist.

Hannibal closed his eyes, going way back in his mind when he met the younger man.

"Many emotions. I feel happy, because for once I have someone to say those words I haven't heard in a long time. But also scared, if he gets to close-"

"He'll find the real Hannibal Lector. The one outside that well-tailored person suit." Belinda interpreted.

"Yes. I love Will, as much as the sun loves the moon. But I'm scared for him to get to close or if I damage his mind."

"The sun is unable to feel love as it is a big flaming ball of heat, also a star, and the moon is cold, deserted, left with alien myths and Neil Armstrong. If the two ever tried to love, the sun would be the downfall of the relationship because it would kill the moon. Which one are you in your relationship with Will Graham?"

"I won't damage his mind, not this time nor any other. I think me and Will are the clouds and stars."

Belinda leaned in closer so Hannibal could hear her clearly.

"Next time you see Will, you tell him you love him. Don't make any mistakes and let him slip away, and if you're careful enough, he might not even see the real you."

"Will already knows who I am, he tries to tell the FBI but no one believes him."

Belinda lowered her voice down to a whisper.

"If he truly loves you, he shouldn't try to get you caught. But I guess that's the relationship that you and Graham have. I guess this ends today's session."