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Forgive them...
Never
No More Tears
Hannibal's dark eyes fell upon the unmarked grave. Memories flooded his mind as he blinked back tears. The log cabin in the meadow. His sister close to him. The men grabbing him. The screams.
Hannibal snapped back to reality as he heard men shouting at him, telling him to drop the bloodstained ax. Hannibal smiled as he tightened his grip on the murder weapon. He could still smell the blood, fresh from his last victim. He had gotten them all.
Hannibal thought back again, further than before. He and his sister sat on the dock watching the tadpoles. Them racing to the house for supper. Him giving her the silver bracelet, his last good memory.
He let the tears fall now, staining his black jacket. He didn't care now if anyone saw him cry. it's the last time he would be able to visit this spot. To visit this grave. To remember.
He could hear it all now. The birds chirping two trees over. The breeze swaying in those trees. The water running in the stream beneath. The trigger being pulled to his death.
Hannibal felt the stinging pain in his chest. Images flashed though his mind. It was a slideshow of his life. His childhood. His time at the academy. All his killings. One by one they flashed by.
He know he was close to being lost to the world. The pictures had sped up and were now just a big blur. But one caught his eye. It was himself as he is now, with his Mischa holding his hand, pulling him to and unknown place. He felt warm looking at this picture and he remember them playing in the meadow. That's where he was. The meadow.
Hannibal felt a strong urge just to yell at the top of his lungs for happiness, something he hasn't felt in a while. The air felt so crisp and clean. The smell of wild dandelions drifted up to his nose. He inhaled sharply enjoying the smell. He felt a tug at his sleeve. Looking down he saw Mischa, here hair put back behind her ears, and a new white dress hanging off her small frame. She handed him a dandelion and pranced off into the field. Hannibal looked at the small flower and smiled.
No more tears.
R&R please