Hannigram

Chapter 34

There was no pansy footing around it. Will was depressed. He hadnt made a decent human friend since Hannibal and he hated himself from it.
He also seemed to notice his 'gift' seemed to be reoccuring more and more. He got himself some criminal psychology books out of the library not too long ago because he wanted to try to better understand why hisbdad did what he did.
However, he regularly found himslef falling into a trance like state while he relived what happened to the victims in the case fikes he read. There have been several terrible ones with spouses killimg each other.
The one that hit home the most was one about a step-mother and her five year old step son. Will shivered everyrime he thought about it.

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The first time Will read the story, he lasped into his usual state. The yellow lights shone across his vision before he was lead into a plain room. Wallpaper was peeling off and there were odd stains on the walls. He moved his head around seeing bars of which he assumed was a cot. Through the splintering bars he could see the uncarpeted floorboard which were littered with rubbish and a few broken toys. This was strange for Will, however, he was used to seeing and feeling what thw killer felt but in this one he was seeing things from a scared childs piont of view. He felt everything. His head suddenly spanned to a white door which was spotted with holes from where it was punched and kicked. In the distance he could hear footsteps. They werent heavy and were taken slowly but they were definalty there. He felt the small body begin to shake and a small whimper slipped out of his mouth. An unmistakable warm feeling spread down his legs which just made him whimper again. He somehow knew this was a bad thing. The boys eyes stayed fixed in the door, ignoring it. The door slowly creaked oown and i  walked a women. She was middle aged but her skin was pale and droopy. Her brown eyes were sunken and her hair grecey through lack of washing. As she rounded the door, Will shrunk away and tried to hide to no avail. Her face drooped.into anger when she noticed the wet patch on the bed.
"You" she shouted lunging for the small boy "You disgusting, useless little shit" The women dragged the boy by the arm out of the cot. Will cried out as his legs hit the bars and his arm pulled.
"Please mummy, no!" He halfed cried. She dropped him down and started to strip of the wet clothes. Once he was bare from the waist down she smacked him hard. Leaving fresh hand marks where the old bruises were.
He cried out once again. She went for his arm to grab him agian but Will dogded and made a b-line for the door. Scrambling out of the door and down the stairs he heared the women shout behind him. He got the backdoor and reachednfor the jandle to no avail he was sjort for a 5 year old. So instead he tried for the front door but the women beat him there flicking the latch shut. He just stared blankly as he was dragged into the kitchen where she threw her coffee at him. He tried his best not to scream as the scolding liquid hit his body, red marks had already started to form. What poor Will saw next was something he could never forget. The women turned around the the kitchen side and reached for the wooden chopping board. She swung it at him and he felt his arm break before falling to the floor, tears now flooding down his face. The last thing he saw was the board going for his head. The last thing he felt was the skull crack.

When Will snapped out of that he was numb for the two days following. He'd never seen something so brutal. It made him cry. He sobbed for that young boy. For the life that was cruely taken away. For the favt that he later read the mother only got 9 years in prison for it. This was the story that sent Will further into his downward spiral. He needed t tell Hannibal, he always knew how to make it better.