Product of a Murder

The Forgotten

    He couldn't recall the last time he had ever felt this good. It felt like it had been the first time in months that he could even think clearly or recall anything from the past. Even his dogs seemed to notice the fact that he felt good in his own skin for once... for once in what felt like forever. Though he noticed from time to time that his pups would watch the door with a certain awareness that he almost expected someone would come knocking. No one did, of course, but who would anyways? Jack Crawford? It had been five months since he had quit and ever since then Jack never bothered to get ahold of him for anything. It was as if everything was falling into place, Hannibal only saw him once a month now. Apparently according to Dr. Lecter, William has been the best he has ever seen him. It was all so strange.... he couldn't remember anything before five months ago, and yet his mind felt more clear... more aware.
He leaned back into the sofa as Winston curled up in his lap and whined desperately. He noticed that the pup had been whining a lot more than he usually did, and every time the dog would whine. The hair on will's arms would stand on end. "Am I forgetting something buddy?" He murmured generally patting the pup's head before closing his eyes.
A soft buzz erupted the short silence, and he quickly picked up the phone. "Hello Dr. Lecter." He chuckled, know that the man would never let him forget an appointment.
"Why hello there, William." Hannibal's voice purred on the other side. "Instead of an appointment tonight, would you like to come and eat lunch with me and a special guest?"
At the hint of the special guest Will's heart fluttered. It was never like Hannibal to have guests over, even though he always had clients, and he always was hosting dinner parties... it was still unlike him to be this random. "Sure, may I ask who this guest will be?"
"You will see." With a click Hannibal hung up and will sat gazing at the other side of the wall, his mind crumbling in on itself with curiosity.

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His heart raced. It exploded in his chest like a horse race, the horse galloping with all of its might to the finish line. He was so excited that he trembled with all of his might as he sat down the entrees in front of William, and the vacant seat right next to him. He hoped, no he prayed, that this would go well... that the brainwashing of poor William would be a success. He smiled down at William before standing at alert. "Well William, before you dig in... I would like for you to meet a very close friend of mine." Then it was as if on clue, the door opened.
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   The moment she stepped out, William's heart raced. It was as if she had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. She stood alert, her fragile hand grasping the door before her head turned towards Hannibal. William studied her with extreme interest before stumbling out of his chair into a standing position. Embarrassed he looked down and listened as her heels clicked against the floor.
   "This is Ella." Hannibal smiled pulling out her chair for her. William looked up to see the woman pause for a complete second before walking towards the table. She walked with the grace of a lioness stalking towards her prey. The dress she wore hugged her with deep mahogany colored silk that shimmered with each step she took. She looked powerful, womanly, other worldly that it took every ounce for him to breathe. His eyes flickered to Hannibal who was quietly watching him with upmost interest.
"Ella say hello, don't be rude." Hannibal stated softly as she sat, her deep red eyes glanced up at William. Her eyes made his blood run cold, and the hair on his arms stood up. What is wrong with her? Her eyes were beautiful, of course, but... they... they were glazed over. It looked like no one was home, all of the light had been gone and all that was left was the red orbs of dullness. Which was extremely shocking, because everything else about her was art. He looked at Hannibal with worry as she blinked and mumbled something unintelligible. Hannibal chuckled and mumbled something about her having too much wine.
"Say hello, please Ella?" He stated again his voice going deep as his lips touched her left ear. He looked like a giant as he leaned over her shoulder, like a devil whispering into her ear.
"Hello Dear William." She purred her eyes flickering away shyly as Hannibal took her short black hair and pulled it behind her ears. William looked down at his plate, a uneasy feeling weighed down on his shoulders. Do I know this girl? Of course he couldn't. He smiled taking her strangeness in and looked at Hannibal.
"What shall we be eating this evening?" He pushed his worries back with a grin.
Hannibal's smile grew as he walked to the head of the table to grab the wine. "William, you, out of everyone should know that I never give out secrets."
William laughed and glanced back at the woman, the woman with a radiant glow and strange red eyes. The dress she wore dipped down to her naval, showing off curves that made him shy as she bent towards him to take the glass of wine.
"So how did you guys meet." Will stumbled taking his eyes away from her and watched Hannibal prepare and open their dishes.
"Oh, we are childhood friends. Believe it or not, she is an extraordinary violinist." He smiled. "I am secretly hoping she will play for us after our meal." The doctor winked at him before sitting down and diving into his meal.
As both of the men began eating William noticed right away how the woman sipped at the wine and pushed her plate aside. He supposed the doctor noticed too by the annoyance in the mans voice.
"Eat Ella." He drove, and then smiled angrily at will. "She is a patient of mine, as well, as you can tell." He chuckled before snatching a piece of the steak from his fork like he was a starving child.
Ella had only looked up at the both of the men before smirking.
"I'm not feeling too well." She only stated before downing her wine. Then just like that she left the table and through the doors. Gone just in just much as a fashion as she had come in.
"Very rude.." Hannibal sighed before pushing his plate aside. "I apologize for that sad show William. I only hoped she would behave herself tonight... but looks like her medicine hasn't set well with her." He glanced at the doors before leaning back in the chair. "Enough about her, how are you?"

William smiled. "I'm fine..."

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I wanted to scream, to tear at my skin and peel this horrible meat suit from my bones. Though no matter what, I could not shake the drug that laced my veins... I could not claw it out as much as I wished I could. Most days the drug felt like a heavy fog weighing down my mind. Pulling at my sanity like a puppeteer with a broken doll. Most days, ran together and half of the time nothing made sense. The days would corrode themselves into nightmares and haunt me at every corner both physically and mentally. To die was a wish, but to feel dead was an understatement. If only. If only it would come quicker; the ending to this game that he played.
     The door slammed behind me as I numbly found myself behind the door of my room. Familiar darkness, like a lover, pulled me to bed. Darkness caressed my spine and sent threats of a headache washing through my skull. "Remember." The words escaped through my lips before my brain could even register what happened. My thoughts struggled to stay above the inky darkness that filled me whole, and to my horror he lingered on my thoughts.
He was like dark wine: tempting and sickening after too much time drinking in his presence. He was a parasite that would infect the brain only to make you go mad with desire and fear. It was sick,  he was sick, this monster that I had willingly sold my soul to.
    Will. Poor William, I had never seen him so happy and it had killed me on the inside. Why? Because he was the only thing keeping me from being pulled all the way under. He did not even remember me, but he knows Ella. The sad thing in my chest thudded loudly in my ears as I sat on the edge of the bed. Nausea poked and prodded me, sickening me further into more of a cradle position on the edge of the mattress. Get on his good side Mitka, and he will stop drugging you. Play his game, and he will cut you slack. Silently I forced my hands to find their way to my throat to feel the lingering bruising of what had happened so many nights ago. It would never feel right again, these nerves...this body. My body trembled and I finally let Darkness kiss its way down my body.