Whispers of Hannibal

Part 2: Classes, Counseling, & Murder Part 3

[Two Weeks Later]

Two weeks into classes and I was about ready to hang myself.

It wasn't that they weren't bad; it was just that they were boring. I KNEW everything we were talking about and I just had to sit there like I didn't know shit. That's the trouble of reading ahead of everyone. But I had to if I was going to be able to work on this case that Will and I had been assigned.

Right now I was waiting outside my Understanding Victimology class because I was early. I was always early. I rarely ate lunch here at the school so I didn't have that to take up my time. Instead I just leaned against the wall opposite the classroom watching as the students trudged by and listening to music. Today was AFI's 2007 album I Heard a Voice.

I was on Summer Shudder when a young man stopped beside me and leaned his shoulder against one of the lockers. "So, I see you all the time just hanging by yourself. I figured I'd introduce myself. I'm Logan."

I reached up and pulled out one of my ear-buds. "What did you say?"

The guy gave a small laugh and repeated himself. "I see you hanging by yourself and I wanted to come introduce myself. Name's Logan."

I looked him up and down for a few seconds before looking back out at the other students. "I like girls, Logan. You should go find one who'll be interested in you."

"Hey now, come on. I'm not that bad. At least tell me your name." He scooted forward until his chest was pressed against my shoulder and leaned his head down to whisper against my hair. "And I like girls who like girls. It's kinda hot."

I clinched my jaw and moved to step away from him because he was invading my personal space and I really didn't like it. But when I went to move, his hand slid out of his pocket and grabbed my wrist tightly.

I froze as I struggled to control the urge to snap his fingers one by one. "Let go, Logan."

He pulled me towards him and I stumbled as I resisted. "I just want to know your name. You don't have to leave."

The darkness inside me started to stir as my free hand slipped into my pants pocket. I slid my fingers around my smooth stainless steel throwing blade and had it halfway out so that I could press it against his throat when he was slammed away from me and into the lockers.

I stared at the large, weathered hand that was pressing against the center of Logan's chest pinning him to the lockers. "I'm afraid to have to butt in as rudely as I did, Mr. Warfield, but when a lady informs you she has no interest then its best that you leave her alone."

My heart started doing its speedy pitter-patter and my world narrowed down to Mr. Mathiasen's hands pressing against the guy's chest. His skin was weathered and tanned but showed signs of being taken care of and his nails were clipped even, showing no signs of dirt beneath them. His hand was beautiful.

"Yo, Mr. M. I was just asking her what her name was."

Mr. Mathiasen slowly turned his dark brown eyes towards me. "Were you feeling uncomfortable with him around, Miss Whisper?" I gave a small nod and moved until I was slightly behind Mr. Mathiasen.

He turned his attention back to Logan and for a second I thought he'd made a small growling noise but that was probably just my imagination. "I politely suggest that you refrain from holding anymore conversations with my student. Do you understand?"

Logan was nodding quickly now and I could tell he was having trouble breathing because Mr. Mathiasen's hand was still pressing against his chest. "Yes, Mr. M. Definitely no more talking to her." He swallowed roughly and looked down. "Can I go, please?"