Every adventure must start with running away from home ~William Bolitho
The television, its neon light flickering as it advertised the latest shopping opportunities, hummed. It lit up the sofa which held but one soul and oh what a wretch that soul was. Her eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with dark circles. Her clothes were marked with more than three meals worth of stains. She was curled up on the sofa, a half empty bottle of alcohol clutched in her hands. This woman had died, she just had kept on breathing.
The boy who stood in the corner was her son, Will. He understood his mother's sorrow but could not feel it. She had been like this for as long as he could remember, there were many reasons why she was so sad but number one was Will's father Jack. Jack was gone with the wind, do you remember the old tale of the father who goes out for a pack of cigarettes and never comes back? Well it was not just a story, it was Jack.
So Will found solace in books; and bookstores.
Chilton's Academy for Young Gentlemen was for all intense and purposes a waste; a waste of class, sophistication and money. It was also a horrid name used by a man who thought himself better than he was; who wanted to prove to everybody at first glance that he should be respected for his intellect, his money, and his station. Seeing as how he was nothing more than a doctor with a rather large inheritance, the elegance was lost on him.
The school's usual students were aged ten to nineteen however, with the offensively large "donation" that had accompanied Hannibal Lecter's admission to the boarding school the academy had made an exception and accepted him at the age of eight. At this point the school acted as little more than an extremely expensive baby-sitting service. Hannibal's parents did not want him, he was an accident. Oh and Hannibal knew this very well, how you may ask? Well they told him, to his face, repeatedly. His parents were never around, they never visited. They had dumped him here. They were off to far away exotic places, enjoying the extravagance that came with their wealth; they did not care about Hannibal. It was no wonder just how Hannibal turned out.
Eight years had passed since and Hannibal had grown in mind, nurtured by the works of Tolstoy, Elliot, Nietzsche; his teachers at the academy he had far surpassed and he found joyous expansion in books, and bookstores.
A/N: A Hannibal AU! A not-so-nice world where a teen Will Graham has an absent father and an alcoholic mother and a teen Hannibal Lector has been dumped at a bordering school so his parents can enjoy their own lives. Of course, from the title you know, that Will and Hannibal meet and decide to runaway. Rated K+ just for some darker themes but the rating may change later... They'll be no spoilers, since it's AU.
And I'll tell you now there is no Hannigram! Although we will explore a dangerous close relationship between them...
This story was an idea I had while watching season 3 (for more info just PM me! :D)
I'll try to get this story finished but it may take some time so any comments or reviews would be most welcome! Even suggestions would be lovely!
Okay, I'll let you get back to reading my story...enjoy!