Love crime
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Your life is made up of a series of choices. As small as deciding to brush your teeth today and as momentous as the decision to follow the devil into darkness. Well maybe the last one more applies to me then you. Although, it can hardly be noted as a decision really more of an accumulation of events leading to a final conclusion.
"Are you coming?" the silver tongued man asked. This was the decision there was no coming back from. The final damnation of my soul if you believed in that type of thing. I picked up the gun that the dead cop no longer needed. It would be so easy to pull the trigger now and escape the clutches of the devil. One more dead body.
I could not do it. The truth stung, I still needed Hannibal. A guide to steer the way through the chaos and carnage that was my life. Tucking the gun in the back of my pants I climbed into the car after the devil.
The first time I met Hannibal was uncomfortable. He saw me the way only a highly trained eye would a clinical description. As time wore on there was something different about Hannibal. He had a clear direct approach I had liked. An understanding that was comforting. It was an insight I couldn't quiet dismiss as easily as I could Jacks near misses. I never intended for us to become more than professional colleagues. I never planned to let him as close as to become friendly and much more. Hannibal had crept into my life like a slowly creeping fog until we were all too familiar with each other. I had trouble determining where I began and Hannibal ended.
Each person is a piece of his puzzle ready to be manipulated into place. I am god-like but not godly. I am not alone Will is my perfect protégée just like me. When we are together I am normal. This is Hannibals design. This is Hannibals biggest downfall. Hannibal believed he had me, a carbon copy of himself. Although, what he neglected to factor was that I could never be Hannibal, no matter how he manipulated me.
The bloody scene we created had macabre beauty to it, a finale goodbye. A poetic ending. The beauty faded when I realised the game was over. I was dying. I was the only one ever capable of being Hannbals equal. Without me he was nothing without him I was nothing. We were far too gone to survive without each other. This is why Hannibal let himself go over the edge of the cliff with me clung tightly as we sank into oblivion.
"Sir calm down. You are safe. Someone fetch a doctor!"
A sharp prick of pain of pain invaded my arm and the world faded away.
The next time I awoke my head was foggy but I was no longer so confused.
"Sir, do you know where you are?"
"Judging by my surroundings a hospital."
"Can you be more specific?" professional he ignored my sarcasm.
I shrugged my shoulders. I wanted him to leave so I could lick my wounds and count my sorrows in peace.
"That's fine there's bound to be confusion. You weren't making much sense the last time we spoke. You're in Delmont hospital."
"Delmont?" I had never heard of it before. I didn't care.
"Yes, A Mr Jack Crawford signed you in but he has not been seen since the initial drop off and has been out of contact since."
"Try him at this number." I said listing Jacks number and hoping he would leave.
"That's the number we have on file."
"That's strange." Jack never left his phone in case the bureau tried to contact him. "If it's possible to make a few calls, I can find out where he is."
"The phone is by your bedside but before I go I am required to ask one more question."
I held back a sigh. Doctor please fuck off.
"You were brought in with another man but we cannot identify him. Do you have any idea who our John Doe could be?"
"Im sorry, I do not." Now please leave.
"Alana."
"Will. Thank god. We all assumed that Hannibal had got to you." She was genuinely upset and for a moment I was reminiscent of what was and could never be again.
"I am fine Alana." I lied "I was just wondering if you had heard from Jack recently. I've been trying to get a hold of him."
"You haven't heard?"
"Heard what?"
"I'm so sorry Will but Jack has passed away. It was a car crash."
"A car crash?" It was almost laughable something so mundane would take out the great Jack Crawford a feat that not even Hannibal Lecter himself could achieve.
"He was drunk Will. It's all over the news a huge scandal. After his wife passed I just think it was all too much for him to handle."
Jacks death was another one that would now weigh heavily on my conscious. Jack would feel responsible for my condition. He had driven me to it everyone said it. A known drinker Jack would have gone straight for the bottle. I looked at the dates in the newspaper next to me, it checked out.
The effort of sitting up and holding a conversation was too much and I collapsed back onto the bed.
"I have to go Alana." I said "Thankyou for telling me."
"Look after yourself Will." She was worried.
"You too Alana." I said hanging up
A deep longing settled in my bones to be rid of the aftershock. I could bear the pain it was the scaring less visible that was the problem. I longed for the Will Graham that once was, an innocent who's biggest problem was the inaccuracies in a museum. If I met him now we would walk past each other and barely recognise each other. I had at least defeated Hannibal Lector, it was my only comfort and biggest grievance.