Chapter 1:
Will's arrest, on Friday, struck everyone brutally. Well, everyone except for Dr. Lecter, that is. He was ecstatic about Graham being apprehended, he could hardly keep himself from smiling hearing about the evidence placed against Graham- his plan had worked. His plan…..
Despite Will being incarcerated, Lecter had to remain his psychiatrist. Lecter would visit Will every Thursday, 3:00 pm until 4:30. Their sessions had grown quieter and more still since the slow decline of Graham's psyche. Lecter adored this. He loved silence. He loved seeing the pain and utter confusion inside Graham. But, most of all, he loved his success- the total annihilation and destruction he had caused. Even though he had committed countless murders before, seen all of these happenstances time and time again, this instance was incredibly enjoyable because he had caused such dawdling agony for one person, without taking their life.
This particular day was different for Lecter, far from enjoyable. Will had refused to talk to Lecter for most of the session. After asking a number of questions, and after those questions being left unanswered, Lecter decided to sit in silence for the remainder of the session, which was only 30 minutes left. At about 15 minutes left, Will finally acknowledged him, and with such fuming enthusiasm, that it startled the doctor a bit.
"You know what seems so strange about this all?"
Will forcibly, yet passively, asked.
"What is that Will?"
"It is that I remember transitioning into the killers when I wanted to, but yet I don't have one memory of killing any of those people. I have no history of violence, or any idea or where I would attain weapons to complete these murders!"
After taking a stride of a breath, through his nose, Lecter responded- Will noticed- nervously.
"Well,… Will, that is the point of transitioning, disassociating is commonly attributed with time loss, dementia, and a 'loss of personality', if you will.. No pun intended." The doctor said trying to lighten the tension between them, and if possible, make Will less angry. This was to no avail.
After a long, tense, and awkward silence, Will spoke again.
"I've been framed. I'm almost positive."
Hannibal twitched.
"Who do you think would frame you, Will? And, why do you think this?"
"I'm not sure. Someone that knew about my mental state, had access to my previous records, and semi to extensive knowledge of murder and criminal psychology."
After thinking through this statement, Hannibal responded.
"Will, you just described yourself."
He resumed his thought, ignoring Lecter and his previous statement.
"I think either you, or Jack Crawford did this."
Hannibal was growing impatient and couldn't bare such libel accusations. Nonetheless, he maintained his professionalism and replied calmly.
"What do you feel would be mine or Jack's motivations? ..Or whomever you think has done this to you."
"I'm not sure. Maybe.. they knew I was aware or had attained knowledge I was not supposed to have, and wanted to discredit me and my statements with my mental illness."
Will Graham had it. He knew Hannibal's motivations and even suspected him. A feeling of desperation washed over Hannibal, due to this thought.
The psychiatrist attempted to dispel this notion. He retorted slowly, closely choosing his words.
"I think that you are not sure how to live with the guilt of what you've done, and are placing your actions on a- an amalgam of those, who you feel have wronged you."
Will scoffed at this statement and resumed his rebellious silent-treatment.
