This is my First attempt at writing a fiction about a TV show. And I am a little disappointed. I have three other unfinished stories and I sma starting this.
Please read with mercy. :-)
For William Graham Jr. , Life was not so enjoyable. He was content with what he was having for the moment. A lecturer in the subject of criminal psychology is not very good for your mind. He knew that he was stepping the traces of what his father had done. And he was damn good at that. A reminder that the father and the son are so alike. Everyday, he would wake up at 5:00, worked out by running 10 kilos. He always took care of his breakfast with care, a habit he got from his father. And then he would walk to the Academy he was teaching. That was a good five kilos but he walked everyday. Jack Crawford always told him how he and his father are so alike . From the appearance to the ability they shared. And he was even teaching at the Academy his father used to teach. Young blood of new generation of crime fighter. Great enthusiation, eager eyes and fresh brains. How he loves his job.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman." He greeted his class, without looking back atthem, he clicked open the projector and a picture of a crime scene popped up. Almost everyone gasped. He chuckled. Cause almost everyone who are familiar with the criminology knew this scene too well. " This is the infamous crime scene of Hannibal Lector" He said looking up, remembering the fact that his father was the one who investigated that one killer, and almost got killed as a result.
A young woman was impaled on the stag horns. She was naked and mounted on like a trophy.
The whole class was silent. Watching him with interest and curiosity. Some of them knew who his father was .
He took a deep breath. "Hannibal the Cannibal. The infamous genius criminal who butchered his preys and took the trophy pieces from them, ate them. The only one in the history of United States Law enforcement to dodge all the attempts successfully and in the process, made us complete fools." He recited the exact words from the book "The Prince of Crime:Psychology of the Cannibal" By Jane Wen, the avid fan(not in a bad way) of Hannibal Lector's work. Mrs Wen was his mentor and she was one of the FBI special agents who want to be the one to put Hannibal behind bars.
"You can see his great care in every details of presentation. How he even managed to do such a work in putting the display. it self, can be considered as a work of art." He looked up at the picture again. He knew that everyone in the room already knew those facts. He knew that some even lost their curiosity and raised their brows to hear what boring things he would speak next.
He sharply turned towards the class.
"Ladies and gentlemen." He pointed at the screen. "This photo was not taken 38 years ago." He saw confusion and horrors. "It was taken yesterday."
"We either have a copycat or the Cannibal has struck again after 35 years."