9 months ago

Famed psychiatrist and serial killer, Hannibal "the Cannibal" Lecter escaped FBI protective custody after being freed by the notorious killer Francis Dolarhyde also known as "The Great Red Dragon" or "The Tooth Fairy" where FBI special consultant, Will Graham went with Lecter in hopes of catching both killers or at least one should one kill the other, or neither if their lives all ended that night. It is believed Lecter's transfer was to draw out Dolarhyde, but only Special Agent Jack Crawford, Dr. Alana Bloom, and Graham would know for certain.

When the FBI picked up Lecter and Dolarhyde's trail to a mountainside cabin overlooking the ocean, evidence suggested all of the men perished that night, but only one body was recovered. The mutilated body of Francis Dolarhyde was found lying in a pool of his own blood, the bodies of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are currently unknown as is the specification of their supposed deaths, but the FBI is not releasing much information beyond that.

Jack Crawford arrived to the scene with as many SWAT operatives he could muster as well as his forensic team, Jimmy Price and Brian Zeller. As he made his way through the cabin he couldn't help thinking, Dammit Will you better have taken both those bastards with you if you died. He noticed the broken glass from the sliding glass doors that led to the back patio and noticeable blood spatters on the otherwise clean beige carpeting. Jack followed the chaos out to the patio where his team was already analyzing the blood spatters and the dead body on the scene.

"Jack!" Price called out, "It's Dolarhyde!" Jack rushed over to his old colleague, "Are you sure?" he asked unsure. Dolarhyde had faked his own suicide earlier that week to surprise Will and Hannibal, so he needed his team to be sure.

"It definitely matches the other DNA evidence we found from the other murders and it matches every description we've been given of him." Price answered statiscally. "Looks like our white knight slayed the Dragon." He mused.

Jack looked stone faced, preparing himself for the worst, "And what about our white knight?" he asked. "Where's Will?"

"Jack!" Zeller called him over to the edge of the cliff that overlooked the ocean.

Jack made his way over to Zeller, still prepared for bad news. "Anything?"

Zeller pointed at the ground in front of him, "These scuff patterns on the rock indicate something disturbed this area of land," he said. "The measurement of the slants on the scuffs indicate something, or someone slipped off the edge."

"Or was pushed."

Zeller was having a hard time getting his next words out, "Jack…I mean…there are two sets of scuffs," he continued. "Suggesting- -"

"Suggesting that two people fell."

He nodded. "And if the blood analysis on the two samples that we found over here come back the way we expect…it looks like Will and Lecter are both gone…"

Jack bit his bottom lip, "Did you find a body? Any bodies?"

Zeller shook his head, Jack nodded and walked over to the edge and looked and the rough waters below. Will, what the hell have you done?

Miles away, Will Graham woke up in a room he did not recognize covered in bandages, the color of the room was stale and appeared to need a new paintjob, the room was mostly empty aside from a few piles of clothes left on the floor and magazines of beautiful supermodels in lingerie lay on the floor as well with crude red marker drawings around certain body parts, like the eyes, the hair, skin, and so forth. Where am I? He asked himself as he sat up, the bed making a creaking noise. The last thing he remembered was the fall, water enveloping him and crushing him over and over again and losing sight of…Hannibal! He could hardly believe he was still alive, but if he was then Hannibal was definitely still breathing as well.

A young slender man with long blonde hair entered the room, "Oh goody you're awake," he said with a girlish tone. Will studied him a moment, there was something very unsettling about this. "Where am I?" Will asked.

The young man ignored him and rushed out in the hall flailing his arms flamboyantly. "He's awake! Come quick!" he was yelling into the hall. The young man came back a moment later and stepped out of the doorway as his other guest entered. He stood tall and firm, a slight limp from his recent injury and bandages around parts of his body not unlike Will's own bandages. It was a man he saw in every form of dream and nightmare imaginable when he closed his eyes. A man whose very existence gave him feelings of joy and terror, it was his friend, Hannibal Lecter.

"Hello Will."

END PART ONE