Carcerum in Animus
Summary: The events of what happened to Abigail Hobbs post-s1 finale, and some other characters too. [Heavily Abigail centric, with some Hannibal and Will] Heavy violence and trauma themes. [Spoilers for s2 & its finale]. This is an old story I wrote under the pen-name dark-byakugan24 and then deleted, because I lost confidence in it. I'm now under this pen-name sansajonquil, and have regained confidence in it, so I'm reposting. Please note that I am not continuing this story though, I just want it on my profile.
Rating: T
As she felt Hannibal slide his knife over to her neck, Abigail swallowed, gulping in fear. Why would he reveal his secret to her? She had thought he had become a father-like figure, just like Alana had been like her surrogate mother.
Sensing and looking at him now, Abigail felt frightened for her life. It was like Hannibal's cannibal killer instinct was taking over him, seemingly consuming him. Or perhaps, he couldn't risk anyone getting in his way.
"…I'm truly sorry, Abigail…"
It certainly sounded like his voice was full of remorse, but the way he now slid his knife, pausing over her neck, was one done of deliberate precision, like he'd sliced open people many times before. The knife was right above her other scar, which was the result of her father slashing her neck a few months back.
"Please don't do this…" Abigail whispered. She couldn't see Hannibal's expression, since she was caught in his strong grasp, which seemed like a comforting hug just a few moments before. She tried to twist away from this perpetrator, the Chesapeake Ripper, of all things.
She felt the cool bite of the steel knife shift over to her right earlobe, and she couldn't help trembling in terror. Hannibal wouldn't really do this, would he?
He saved me from getting caught, from killing Nick Boyle… She supposed that she did do it in self-defence, but the thing was, she enjoyed it, sliding the knife inside his stomach made her feel alive once more, a survivor not a victim.
With one swift motion, Hannibal brought down the knife with a practised precision down onto Abigail's head. As she saw the motion, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to prepare for the inevitable pain that was sure to come.
She felt a burning, agonising sensation where her right ear was and she couldn't help a visceral scream of pain escaping from her lips. She felt hot blood trickle down the side of her head and tears started welling up in her blue eyes. She tried to bite back her screams but it felt like she was being gutted, similar to what she experienced with her father.
She was still screaming, when she felt Hannibal's hand clasp over her mouth firmly with a cloth that smelled like chloroform. She scrabbled at his hand desperately, trying to get his hand off, but his hand might as well have been stone.
"Abigail…" Hannibal said, in a voice that made Abigail's skin crawl with fright and newfound revulsion. "Trust me, I'll explain everything in the morning."
She shook her head, tears still falling down her face. She didn't want to lose consciousness, for Hannibal to be free to do whatever he wanted to do to her, and her not knowing. Also, the nightmares…
She couldn't help breathing in the chloroform though since it was pressed too tightly to her mouth, and as the chemicals started kicking into her system, everything started to waver in front of her.
She dug her fingers into her palms in a vain attempt to stay awake, to not fall victim to the chloroform, but soon her eyes started to flutter shut.
She felt like she was slowly slipping into darkness.
No, not again…
Back to her world of horrific, debilitating, damaging nightmares, which in every waking moment, she tried so hard to block out.
…
Her body soon went limp in Hannibal's grasp.
