"I was born in Wolf Trap, Virginia to a mother who left as soon as she was checked out of the hospital. I was raised by my father and grandmother, both who never wanted me as their own. I was defiant in middle school, when my father started calling me stuff like 'Punk ass bitch' or 'idiot kid' that was sixth grade. In seventh grade I was hell-bent on proving him and everyone else wrong. I studied and studied and studied, which made me a nerd. I was never destined to fit in. Halfway into the year, a new girl came. Her name was Noona. We hit off and became friends up until our junior year of high school when she was murdered."
"Her mom called me and that was the first time I ever used my empathy. And every single day after that was Hell. I'd keep thinking I killed her and that I should go to jail, so I started excluding myself- no parties, no friends, no after school activities, no interactions with anyone besides the teachers and my dad. So I've secluded myself since then. When I was 20, in college, I got a call, the next door neighbor and my dad were both murder, police figured since I helped on Noona's case, I'd be oh so super fine with investigating my dad's death."
"The police were impressed at how quickly I was to find the killer and let me join them, so I quitted college. After I got out of the police man stage, I went back to college for my master's degree, then I decided I wanted to work at the FBI at 25. They didn't accept anyone that unstable but they let me teach. One day, a man walked into my classroom, said his name was Jack and something about the Evil Minds Museum- I didn't agree with what they call it. The man Jack let me investigate cases, said he'd never push me too far, one day he pushed me over."
Gideon stayed quiet, letting Wills entire life story bleed through him like a sharpie on paper.
Floor 4 was what they were on.
10 minutes till.
"If we do find Chilton, then what?" Asked Gideon.
"We lock him up like did to us." Will respond, and then started humming a song that sounded like this;
Fly little birdie,
Your wings are not broken anymore
Even though the pain you had to bore
Was crushing more than a broken bone, with sticks and stones, and bruises and bumps, scratches and scabs, that does not hurt more than a broken heart. Repairing your heart in a garage, screws sticking out of every angle, and the little you could persevere.
Fly little birdie,
Your heart is not broken from the pain you had to bore. You built yourself a new heart, signed your own cast, and proudly put on your chest 'you made it!' didn't you. You made it. Why else would you still be here? A kiss on the wrist doesn't stop the blood. Little birdie, in the sky, fly away.
It was a dumb little nursery rhyme his grandma taught him. 'Little Birdie's Wings.' was what it was called.
Finally, the two were on the roof, with 3 minutes remaining. Chilton wasn't up there.
The roof was flat with only a power generator that they checked already (wasn't in there.) Will sunk to his knees, letting the sunlight wash over his skin. He lost the game. God damn it! He lost the game! The sun didn't look so bright anymore, rain clouds were covering it. Will wanted to desolve with the rain.
2 useless minutes left.
"Don't be such a sore loser, Mr. Graham." Said Gideon behind him.
"What's the use? Chilton won. He's gonna lock us back up."
Beep,
Beep,
Beep. That was the clock on Wills watch. It was now officially 11:06. Now turned to 11:07. Will got up, his face was wet from tears.
He turned to Gideon, who in his chubby hand had Dr. Fredrick Chilton by the collar!
"I suppose this means you won, I was going to kill you with your backs turned." He bitterly said.
"Should we lock him up?" Asked Gideon.
"I have a better idea."
He snatched the gun from Fredrick's hand and put the pistol right to his temple.
"NO!"
"Miss Loundes, what are you doing here?"
"I-I was going to talk to Will, I searched everywhere. A-And what are you doing?"
Will took the pistol away from Fredrick and let Gideon kill him with his hands.
CRACK! Went his neck like a twig.
Freddie didn't feel the bullet pierce her skin, at first it felt like a needle being pierced through for the first five seconds, after that was burning pain. It landed her on the ground, her red hair mixed with the blood, she didn't bother to get up. Will shot her again, bang, bang, went his gun. The two waited a moment to collect what the fuck just happened, Gideon kneeled besides Freddie to check her pulse and then the same with Fredrick.
"It's official Will, we killed two people." He said.
And no guilt crossed either one of them.
In the distance they heard the wails of police sirens.
"Run." Said Will.
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RUDE (Hannigram)
Random"I'm sorry Will. But it is you who can not be trusted." Hannibal said on the other side of the cage. "No. I trusted YOU. YOU betrayed me, Dr. Lector. Or should I call you Hannibal the Cannibal?" Will shouted. Hannibal took steps closer so he could...
