Hannibal stood still as they searched him, their hands rigid and unforgiving. Not that he expected forgivness, not from these people. It's not like they understood, with their miniscule, ignorant, jaded minds. With their sense of right and wrong based on nothing but their parents' teachings. "Move," one of the guards growled, shoving him. Hannibal clenched his jaw.
Rudeness is epedemic...
He decided that the guard would be the first to die.
They gave him a cell ('gave' probably not being the precise wording here, something like 'tossed him in a cage' seemed more appropriate) down in the west wing of the prison. As they left him there, he could hear the two men discussing his 'apparent insanity' and how the court would put him in the madhouse as a lab rat. Hannibal refused the very strong urge to roll his ice-like eyes. He was not insane.
When he killed, never once was he out of control. Never. Once. That was certainly a detail those men couldn't have known, because they didn't know him. To them, he was a common criminal, with one small (but interesting) perk: he ate his victims.
He eyed his surroundings as he settled himself on the cot they gave him. He leaned against the wall, his gaze flicking here and there, intensly studying the cell. He noticed a piece of metal splintering off the legs of the cot. It was quite sharp, almost like a scalpel (that was his favorite tool, of course), and very dangerous. Reaching down, he pryed it off the thicker piece of steel, slicing open the pads of his fingers and his palm as he went. Not that he minded—pain wasn't really a problem. Once the metal was free, he examined it, noticing how almost every side was sharp. He grinned a little and relaxed back on the cot, waiting for footsteps to reach his sensetive hearing.
After an hour or so, they did, and so did a voice. It ws the guard that had shoved him. He smiled, tucking the piece of metal into his pocket.
Rudeness is epedemic, after all.
The keys slid easily into the lock of the cell.
And the piece of steel slid even easier into the guard's flesh.