Abundance of Awesome

Red Dragon-A Twist

‘My name is NOT the Red Dragon, Will, why can’t you just understand that?’

‘Don’t give me that crap, you killed the Jacobis, the Leeds and you slowly murdered Freddy Lounds!’ Will’s voice shakier than what he wanted it to be, he had been through this same situation with Lecter before. Before he was put into a mental hospital, he was determined this wouldn’t happen, not this time.

‘Why do you think this is the place where the so-called Red Dragon hid? It’s not by coincidence.’

Will Graham had dotted memory of his whereabouts, vague figures walked the halls, dressed in white from top to bottom, like a movie he watched himself walk miserably with his hands chained together. He began to tremble fighting back his memories, they can’t be his, he was the best detective of them all.

It wasn’t as though he was answering ‘the Dragon’, but Will screamed in protest, this can’t be happening.

‘We didn’t want to lose you again Will, you can’t fight it.’ His tone friendly but saddening. ‘Do you know how long you have been out of the hospital?’

‘That was ages ago, they said I recovered well.’ He scrambled for more words to argue his case. Why was he talking about his problems with the red Dragon?

‘You did, initially, until Lecter escaped and murdered Molly.’

‘How do you know this is going to happen we have to help her, we should never have taken her away from her home.’

Will was out of there fast; he sat in the car put it into gear and kept driving until reached his old home in Sugarloaf Key. The house flickered, not as though lights had been going on and off but as though it went from young to old. Finally the focus of the house was old.  The grass overgrown, the door damaged by salt damp, a dead cat lay protecting the doormat and there was no sign of Molly.

Will stepped over the cat and stood in the doorway and stared into the old hallway hook where his old coat still hung, he walked past the lounge room where his stepson and beloved wife once sat watching the baseball. He went upstairs to his old room and sure enough Crawford sat waiting.

‘Get out of my house Crawford!’ He was stronger than this, why was he trembling?

‘Will this is not your house anymore, its set to be demolished soon, it brings you too many memories.’

‘You can’t kick me out.’

‘Your place is at the hospital Will don’t you see. You have been a patient there for five years.’

‘No I left five years ago.’ He didn’t know what was happening, one minute he was following a lead to catch the killer the next he is being told that he is a patient at a mental hospital.

‘There is no such thing as the Red Dragon Will we made it up to get you back to us, we didn’t want you wallowing here all by yourself.’

‘I’m not alone I have my family!’

‘And that’s the problem, they were murdered, you have never gotten over it, it has been too much for you to handle. It wasn’t hard to find you we knew you’d be here.’

For a moment Will wanted to fight back that he had a perfect life before they had taken him back, but he remembered.

Willingly he went along with his best friend and old colleague to the hospital, he wanted to know the full story of his life before the hospital.

Inside, patients of all sorts welcomed him back and that it was good to see him again, have you lost weight and good on you for breaking out, but they were crazy.