Takes place just after Red Dragon.
Title: The dragons Eye
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the cast from red Dragon nor do I gain any profit from making this story.
Rating: 13 and over for violence… just to be safe
Summary: What would happen, if people who have special abilities came to visit Hannibal in his cell. Will they get the answers he won't give any one else… or will he add them to a new menu…
New idea. It just kept buzzing around my head so I'm making a new kind of story
Own characters own:
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Not sure on location of cell…sorry. If any one knows, please comment and tell me soon.
Dr Hannibal Lector Cell
09:34pm
Sitting alone in his 4 by 5 feet box of a cell, Hannibal looked over the newspaper that he'd graciously been given by one of the guards. They knew he couldn't do much damage with it… or suspected. He smiled sickly to him self, ignorant of the faulty light outside his cell, as it flickered and dying of decay as they all were being trapped down here.
The guard had slid it in after he'd been good and talked to a young reporter, giving them some things on his menu. But he didn't really care about that… he'd only done it to see what was going on in the world.
Scanning the text, he came across a few spoof articles, describing people with abilities who belonging to a certain chain of an ancient family…. Believed to do black magic.
His eyes hopped away from it before his mind could become infected with the stupidity of it all. There was no one out there special… at least, not as special as himself. But he was locked away in a hole away from normal people, where they could go on living and not know he existed.
His eyes gently honed in on a certain paragraph, hidden away by all sorts of clutter. A few familiar names appeared, but they didn't really arouse any interest…. but there was just one that did. Will Graham. He was now out of hospital, recovering with minor scars and bullet wounds. He wouldn't be returning to work for a few months.
Sighing happily, Hannibal folded the paper closed and retired to his bed, remembering to place the paper on the metal shelve, so the guard would be able to pull it through again if needed. He wanted to act good and nice… for now. Who knows when he might just liven things up a bit.
London
Britannia International Hotel
09:05pm
Seated separate single beds, the two men discussed in whispers about something. One was Leonard Weathers, aged 45, and height 5 ft 8. His complexion was paler than normal, as age was taking its hold. His hair and eyes were brown, although his wavy hair was being flecked with grey. He didn't like it, but it didn't bother him much.
He had a small beard of stubble on his cheeks and chin, although it seemed to nicely contrast with the neat black suit he was wearing. He'd recently disposed of the jacket, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top button.
The night was far from over and he was sure it would become more distressing. They were waiting for a call off someone called Seifer Carters, an employee of their boss and informative.
The other man in the room seemed to greatly contrast with Leonard. He seemed around early 20's and around 6ft 1. With spiked forwards black hair and a clearly shaved face, he stared at Leonard with hard brown eyes. His clothes were simpler than Leonard, being a thin white shirt and denim pants. He'd disposed of his beige jacket earlier when entering the room at 3pm and had dropped it on the bottom of his bed.
"…What if something goes wrong Leonard…" The younger man looked questioningly at Leonard, showing some fear on the topic.
Leonard sighed and shook his head, "Don't worry about it. Seifer got it all set up and ready. All you need to do is work your charm and if there is any suspicion, I'll get rid of it. We're just waiting for the ok first…"
As if on queue, the small phone sitting on the old and dark cabinet started to ring loudly. The noise destroyed the silence they had fallen to and quickly Leonard grabbed the white handle and started talking to the other person at the other end. He knew who it was; they'd been expecting him.
London
Corner Street on pay phone
09:06pm
Seifer talked into the thick plastic phone, supplying details to Leonard in his hotel. Seifer was 5ft 9, with a whole head of white hair and a white goatee. He was in his mid 30's and dressed in a long black woolly coat. He hid his black shirt and pants underneath the coat.
Pulling the coat tighter around him, he sighed, "Its all ready. I checked all the police station and found a guy we could try and crack. His names Dr Hannibal Lector, a cannibal. Eats people and makes meals out of em. He's got information on other murders that could be useful to the cops. He's in a mental institute at the moment. I'm sure we'll be welcomed with open arms if we say we can crack this case open for the cops… you going for it?"
London
Britannia International Hotel
09:07pm
Leonard looked up at his companion, who sat nervously twiddling his fingers, glancing back and forth between him and the door, eager to get moving.
"… Ye… we'll take this one. Thanks Seifer…" he heard the other end go dead, and then the familiar drone that told him Seifer had hung up. Placing the handle back down, he gave the younger man an encouraging smile.
"We got something. An institute case where we gotta get some info out of a Doctor Hannibal Lector. It'll help the police and public if we get this Matt…"
The younger man, Matt, looked up at him, and smirked weakly. "I know… just a bit worrying. I heard about Lector… he's bad news… but I suppose we should try".
Leonard smirked, forced himself to stand and grabbed up his jacket. "We'd best get a early start on this guy. Who knows might be waiting around for us when we get there. Seifer said he had it all ready, so we should be able to walk right in there and question him. You know what to do right".
Matt nodded with a slightly worried expression, stood and after getting his jacket, left the room. It was left the exact way it had been before they entered.
Hey, this is my first Hannibal fic so please comment
Thx 4 reading
Tunder28