Chapter One
Will rushed into Hannibal's waiting room out of breath and with shaking limbs. Glancing at the clock he realized that he was 15 minutes early. Sighing Will paced around the room like a caged animal. He couldn't get the images out of his head, the deformed bodies shaped into a proud totem and feeling the killer's pride. His pride. Will couldn't remember the last time he had undisrupted sleep without the constant nightmares waking him in cold sweats. Or for that matter the last time he ate food. Food repulsed Will, it tasted like dust in his mouth, and he only ate the minimum amount to function. People would start asking questions soon. Will snorted, they already do. Which made Will think about what happened this morning. His alarm had awaken him at 7:00 he had gotten out of his bed and feed his dogs when the next thing Will knew was that he was outside a coffee shop and it was 6:00. So he went to the only person he had felt comfortable around enough to talk to. Hannibal. Here Will was, 15 minutes early and now feeling useless just standing in the waiting room. Back and forth he paced until suddenly Hannibal's office door clicked open and came out with a middle aged dark haired woman, who was crying. Her faced mattered with tears Will felt sympathy for the woman and knew she just lost her husband.
"I will see you next week, Maria." Nodding Maria walked away drying her tears as she went.
"Will." Will turned from watching the woman leave and tiredly met Hannibal's dark eyes. Will went cold as he was struck with an aching hunger. Not a sexual, no, a twisted terrifying hunger to kill and consume. Will's breath picked up as he started to hyperventilate and was overcame with a vision. He was stalking a man through an alley on a moonless night, excitement making his blood run quick. It was medium height blond man in suit slouching as he walked. Oh he could not wait. Just a little further into the alley…yes, there we go. Will felt a smile turn his cheeks and saliva start to pool into his mouth. He was so very hungry. I long gutting knife slid into his hand and approached the man.
"Excuse me?" The man turned around. Will slid the knife firmly into his gut and the man let out a breath in surprise and fear. He smiled. The man's eyes bulged and he whimpered. Will enjoyed watching the life drain out of his but he wasn't done yet. No, this man had been exceptionally rude. He opened the man up a little more and reached one gloved into him. The man was now completely limp in his grasp tears running down his face. He sighed in appreciate of his simple work; he really did like the color red. He could already smell the liver sizzling in his skillet. He felt the man's life leave his body and he let him hit the ground. Now for the real master piece. Kneeling next to the dead man he expertly cut him open and removed the liver, placing into a sterile bag. Then he reached back into the man and with aide of his knife cut insides and drew them out of his body, making the man look like something had clawed out of his stomach. Glutton. Will felt disgust for such a man to have ever lived. A warm hand settling on his shoulder, shaking Will out of his vision and his eyes met Hannibal's again. Fuck was all Will could think, Fuck! All this time, all this time! The murder they have been trying to find all this time! How he could be so obviously stupid?! It was Hannibal!