Disclaimer: I don't own Hannibal, nor am I making profit off this gory drabble…

Summary: Will is in the throes of a nightmare…

Warnings/Notes: Um. This is gory. I'm not quite sure what else to say about it. I don't plan to add to this. Will is having a nightmare, and his heart appears upon his plate…and Alana and Jack aren't exactly live dinner guests at Hannibal's table. I'll leave it up to your imagination what kind of meat Hannibal is eating. Eh. Read at your peril I guess.

Rating: Definitely Mature.

WC: About 325 words.

Saku's drabble wars prompt: Hannibal/Will- Menu. First meal 'together.' Hannibal wanted to make certain this dinner was especially memorable for the both of them.


Nightmare: Heart upon a Platter
By Yo's Subordinate; Written 8/14/15 & Posted to ffdotnet 8/16/15


Will slowly came awake, pulled from a deep almost drugged-like daze. His blue eyes fluttered, his mind blank, his heartbeat sluggish. Cold sweat beaded on his neck, his forehead, his back, his palms. He could barely focus on what was in front of him. It was all so dizzying. He could barely make out a large wood table, colorful blobs of what might have been a veritable feast spread down the length of the table top…leading to a blob-shaped person at the end. His head fell a little to the side as he took in the person, swathed in a haze of dark cloth, pale skin, and gleaming crimson.

Will's gaze started to sharpen at the sight of red, and his breath started coming faster and faster. Hannibal stared at him with blood running down his chin from his mouth, his white teeth stained with it. Will glanced down at the very rare meat cut on the man's plate. Will's throat closed up at the sight. That was when he realized he was bound tight to his chair, with the thick ropes. He couldn't move either his hands or his feet. He was immobilized at his middle, too.

He swallowed down a huge gulp, trying to calm his breathing and suddenly noticed that they weren't alone at the huge table. Alana was placed on his left, Jack at his right. Alana's eyes and tongue were gouged out. Jack's throat was slit, a fountain of blood pouring all over his plate. Will quickly looked back up at Hannibal again, who tilted his head to the side a little, just grinning like some kind of king demon from the 9th circle of Dante's hell.

Will looked away again and down at his own plate and found a still-beating, freshly bleeding heart glaring up at him. He suddenly noticed the hole in his own chest and screamed, jerking straight up in the real world. In his home in Wolf Trap, Virginia.


End