Desecration of My Mind

A/N: This is for floridiantoast on Tumblr who wanted a Hannibal/Amnesia crossover, so I suggested a Will-as-Daniel and Hannibal-as-Alexander AU would work well. I hope you in particular enjoy it, and that everyone else at least doesn't dislike it. This begins as an AU but isn't one completely, for reasons that will become apparent later on.

Disclaimer: This is just for fun and not for profit. I don't own Amnesia: The Dark Descent or Hannibal.

Prologue

Don't forget… Some things mustn't be forgotten.

He runs. Or at least he tries to, his unsteady feet pushing forward with a desperate urgency as his spinning mind holds him back. His thoughts tumble over themselves in slippery, fluid pieces, beginning to bleed out of the cracks in his psyche as some new tide disturbs them.

He's coming for me. I must hurry.

The world swims before him. He stumbles. Hands fall against a wall as he tries to steady himself, running over it as he tries to press on. The texture seems strange and vacillating. It begins as smooth painted plaster, but it melts into coarse stone beneath his fingers and back again, like his brain doesn't know how to process the surface he's feeling. Cruel, obtrusive yellow light invades his eyes; blinding him for a fleeting instant until in a blink it's gone, and all he can see is a flickering orange glimmer in the distance. His surroundings crumble and recede like the tide ebbing out to sea.

I don't know who I am.

No, he must fight. This is one thing that can't be lost. His identity is slipping away upon the water, and he tries to grasp onto it with weak and shaking fingers.

My name is Will Graham; I live in… in Wolf Trap, Virginia…

He forces the words into order, but there's some threat preying upon him and trying to chase their meaning away. He raises his head to look towards the light, wondering when he'd fallen on the floor, and sees the man stood in front of him. But there's no man, there's only a shadow: a dark space swarming with flies. As he sees them they disperse, and in their place is a black stag. Its back is lined with raven feathers.

I see you.

He knows who the stag is, but he doesn't think he'll be able to hold onto the memory for much longer.

What have I done? This is crazy. Don't forget, don't forget. I must stop him. Focus!

In his mouth there's the taste of blood and raw meat and rose petals. The blood he thinks is his own, and he bites down on his tongue to remind himself who he is.

My name is…

He can taste the answer, yet which of the flavours it is, he isn't sure.

Hobbs? No…

Somewhere in the back of his mind he can hear a clock ticking. The stag is walking away from him, and he knows he must follow it, yet the darkness pressing down on his consciousness is growing heavier with each passing second.

Let this be the one thing he remembers.

I am Will.