Killer's Heart
This FanFiction goes for the most part my own character aspect and it goes on the basis of episodes.
With 2 characters: FBI-agent Hazel Aiken (Studied in the past psychiatrist but it wasn't the right profession for her. Exploit it in current job. Natalie's friend. Hazel is obsessed with Tiernan Blake. Was married, but husband is dead & her baby). & Tiernan Blake (Natalie's consult detective & also he's sociopath. Know's name Basilisk, because he is cruel and killed some people and he like's to play others mind). These characters belongs to my friend, on her FanFiction but i have permission use them to my story.
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Opening
Hannibal looked at the mirror image of meat knife and could not miss Jack of steps approaching him. He threw a knife toward to Jack, who was pulled by a breast pocket gun. The knife struck Jack's palm on the back of his hand and the gun fell to the floor. Hannibal jumped over the counter while Jack pulled the knife from the back of his hand and was evading towards the Hannibal. He dodged smooth motion, and at the same time hit the floor of the gun farther away. Jack nudged him toward the display case closets and shards of glass fell to the floor. After that, he threw Hannibal's on the floor and tied by it tie around his neck and strangled with all our might. Hannibal's body began to languish, and when Jack loosened his grip. Hannibal grabbed his side on the fragments of glass and hit the Jack's carotid artery, which retreated suddenly and headed for the pantry. He slammed the door behind him and slumped to the ground, while blood flowed rapid. Hannibal slammed against the door over and over again.
I took my gun and I went to the dimly lit house. I walked through the Lecter's dining room to the kitchen. Retarder my steps and then I stopped. Hannibal crashed into the pantry door. "Hannibal!" I exclaimed, and my gun was raised in his direction. He straightened and then turned. White shirt spotted with blood. Blood in the face, two knives in his hands. The sight made me gasping for breath, but I remained steadfast. "Where's Jack?" I asked in a whisper. "In the pantry" Hannibal replied whisper back. "I wanted to avoid goodbye. Not to see, not to say. Maybe it would have been impolite", he said and took a step closer. "Stop!" I exclaimed, and he stopped, but looked at me with suspicion. "I know what you did to me," I said, and my voice trembled slightly. "I knew you were not blind," he replied, as if would have guessed what I was saying. "Go away, so I'll let you be. If you stay, I'll kill you. Think wisely, Natalie "
I tightened my grip on the gun. "I'd rather shoot you than I let you kill anyone anymore"
Hannibal looked closely into my eyes. "I know when you're lying"
"I'll shoot," I said between my teeth for granted. He did not move anywhere. I pressed the trigger. I did not see the bullet bounce off anywhere. I pressed again and again.
"I took your bullets," Hannibal said. Out of my mouth came a little breath, which was horrified. I began to retreat and then ran out of the kitchen. I ran towards the stairs to the next floor and third. I saw him coming after me, knives still in the hands. I ran into the room and lock the door behind me. I find quickly each draw retaliation and hands hit a handful of bullets. I downloaded the gun and ran to the other door out of the room. I did not hear any steps. I came aiming ready sharply corridor. It was dark. I walked slowly towards the stairs. Peeked over the railing to the second floor and then looked back. "I found more bullets!" I yelled. I heard sounds, which resembled a glass breakage. Someone flew in the window and I turned in the direction of the stairs. I could see a small glimpse of the person who fell out of a window in the next room. Alana. Then I felt a hand of my neck, who came behind me and hold my neck grabbed a stranglehold. In the same reaction I had pressed the trigger, and the bullet splashed through the window. The gun fell out of my hand, and I grabbed my hands on his hands and tried to teareth it off. Then, the person pulled me to himself over and tilted my head up, so I could see his face. Then, my feet slipped from under me and I fell stairs down. My head thud strongly onto the floor. Steps approached. I saw Hannibal walking of stairs down, but there was no knives anymore. I had time to see his stall next to my head and then all blacked.
