Author's Note: Hey, guys! Today marks an official week of no Hannibal and I'm suffering from withdraw big time. To fill the void of Hannibal I'm contemplating updating every Thursday. How does that sound? It might help with the he-ate-us. I would like to thank the followers and the ones who favorite my story. Please remember to review! I need feedback, fannibals!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Hannibal, and I don't own the songs I use lyrics from. They all belong to their respected sources. All I own is my OC, Alexis.
Chapter Four: Resurrection
"I have nothing left to give, I have found the perfect end.
You were made to make it hurt; disappear into the dirt."
"I will now count to ten, at ten you will be completely asleep." Hannibal said to the young girl that sat on the on the couch in his office.
"One, breathe deeply and slowly. Concentrate on the sound of your breathing. Two, relax your muscles. Three, starting from the very tip of your toes to the top of your head, you feel yourself sink into the cushions. Four. Now concentrate on the sound of my voice. Five, pay attention to the soft tone of my words. Six." Hannibal purred. He looked for a moment to Will, he looked very nervous, yet he started to relax as well.
"Seven. Your eyelids are feeling very heavy. Do not try to open them. Allow the weight to keep them closed. Eight... Nine, you are almost there. Ten." Alexis' body went completely slack on the couch.
Hannibal looked over and saw that Will had risen from his chair, eyes closed as well.
"You are now asleep, Alexis. Do you hear my voice?" Hannibal asked.
There was a short pause.
"Yes." She replied.
"Good. Let's go back to the date-,"
"December 19th, 2010." She interrupted.
"How do you know? What do you see?" Hannibal asked.
"I see a clock, and a calender. I am in my last class of the day." Alexis said.
"What class, Alexis?"
"English. The bell is about to ring and we will go home for Christmas break." She answered.
"How do you feel?" Hannibal asked, keeping his voice at a neutral purr.
"Excited. I can hear the bell ring and everyone around me is running and cheering." Alexis smiled at the memory.
"Are you outside of the school yet?" He asked.
"Yes, it snowed while we were in school. Three inches." Alexis can feel the cold snowflakes on her pale face. She rubs her arms in attempt to warm herself.
"Where are you now?"
"I am halfway home. I feel..." Her words drift off mid-sentence.
"How do you feel?" Hannibal inquired.
"Like... I'm being watched." Alexis feels goosebumps on her arms, but not from the cold.
"Is someone following you?" Hannibal asks, it's his last question. He notices that Will's expression is now very determined. Much like his own was on this day.
Alexis turns her head around.
"There is on one." She gets no reply this time and lets her subconscious take over.
I cut into the woods, I know a shortcut through there. The overcast makes it darker. After a few minutes, I hear something. I jerk my head in all directions. I hear footsteps but the echo of the woods makes it harder to pinpoint their location.
I start to jog, barely missing the trees surrounding me. I am about ten minutes from my home and I know I can make it. I have to make it.
The sound of snapping branches and the crunch of snow makes me turn. I stop and stare out into the woods that was to my back. Absolutely nothing can be seen in the shade of the tall trees. I reach into my pocket and dial my father's number. Before I press send, I turn back around.
A large man is in front of me. I see nothing but his broad shoulders. I am about to scream, when a large hand covers my mouth. I bite down hard and try to run. His strong arm wraps around my waste. I am trapped his arms in a painful embrace. The blood from his hand enters my mouth and the coppery taste is sickening. I can see his face now. It's Will Graham.
"I wrap my arm around the girl's waist. The bites on my fingers do not phase me. I am surprised she is fighting back so roughly. I move the arm around her waist up to the base of her neck."
He's going to snap my neck. I kick and claw but nothing stops the hand ascending my spine. He lays his hand against the base of my neck and with his fingers he pinches hard.
I am confused but continue to fight. I twist around in his strong arms in attempt to wiggle out of them. Slowly, I start to lose my ability to move around. My arms become heavy and my legs give out. It's even difficult to breath at this point.
I am paralyzed.
I start to panic when I realize I cannot blink. My eye dart to the hand that is removed from the back of my neck.
"When she can no longer move, I slide my hand inside of my jacket and remove my knife. I know that one kidney is cancerous somehow. Did I research this young girl? Did I have access to information like that? There is a lighter scar just over where I intend on inserting my knife, but I think nothing of it. I trace the tip of my blade over the scar. I take in my prize with my eyes. I know I only have a few minutes before blood starts to circulate back to the nerve I pinched, so I begin."
I am lowered to the snow covered ground. My attacker dangles the knife into my view before dipping it low. I feel the sharp blade glide over the small scar on my abdomen. He pulls my shirt up to below my breast. The show shows no mercy on my exposed skin. I feel the knife graze across my skin, lower this time, and tears form in my eyes. Unable to blink, they pool over my eyelids in salty streams. The knife punctures my skin. It hurts, oh god it hurts, please...
"Please..." Alexis tosses her head side to side.
Hannibal is enjoying her pleas for help. He enjoys the sight of Will straddling her hips even more. Hannibal can see the murderous side of Will now. Though his hands are at his side, he can see them twitching.
He is growing aroused at the sounds of torment and the sight of Will's actions that he is no doubt playing out in his mind. He can almost feel the gush of thick red on his expert hands. The coppery taste, the metallic smell. He takes mental pictures of this for later.
The pain is white hot and eternal. I feel him peel back the layers of my skin. I hear the slick sound of flesh to skin. I smell the blood and can still taste this man's blood in my mouth. I feel my body start to move and I jerk involuntarily. I see darkness start to take over my sight at the pain of the knife jerking as well. I feel his other hand come back up to my neck and pinch again, rendering me immobile. I think I am going to die. I feel lighter and I welcome the calm state my brain is going into. Images start to flash before my eyes. My moms face, my father smiling, my first kiss. A black hovering figure...
Please make it end, I beg wordlessly to whatever, whoever.
No such luck. The haziness leaves my mind and I'm shot back into reality. My open eyes begin to see again, and I wish they wouldn't I see the man bring one of his hands to his mouth. The hand has been painted red with blood. My blood. I hear slurping and feel an awkward bulge against my thigh. I know what it is immediately, and start crying again. Please, make it end.
"Dear Agony, just let go of me.
Suffer slowly, is this the way it's gotta be?"
"I see the tears and bloodshed, and I want more. More, more, more. I want to bathe in the warm flood of her crimson streams. Everything is arush. The taste, heavenly. I pull back the last layer of flesh protecting the kidney. I scream."
The scream is animal like and Hannibal knows exactly the cause. The echo bouncing off the walls and crashing into his ears. He screamed just like that when he discovered his treasure had been taken.
The scream is terrifying and long. It echos and echos throughout the forest. I feel the man's full weight as he seats on my thighs. The weight is overpowering and if breathing was hard before, it's impossible now. I can move a little again and take the opportunity. I claw at anything, hair, skin, clothes. He anticipates this and slaps me across my face. I start to whimper, and he crashes his knuckles against my temple.
I welcome the darkness.
"I do not waste any time. I inspect her nails, clothes, and skin thoroughly for any hairs or fibers. When I am satisfied, I pick her up and carry her through the forest. The snow crunches against my boots. She is still breathing, but it's slow and I know she won't make it to the road. I find a spot and drop her carelessly. I hear her body hit the ground. She does not matter to me anymore."
"I am sickened that I didn't get what I wanted. I will kill again soon. This is my design."
Will blinks his eyes open. At first he can't see, but then he looks down. he panics and throws himself to the floor, off of Alexis. he calms somewhat when he realizes that she was still breathing. He snaps his head to Hannibal.
"Why didn't you stop me?" He asked, growling. The pain in his gut changed to anger.
"You were not touching her, I would have stopped you if you did." Hannibal stated simply.
Will tries to think of something to say but just nods.
"Is she still..." He began.
"Unconscious? Yes." Hannibal replied.
I awaken to the sound of a racing engine, fingers against my neck, and pain. So much pain. It's unbearable and I begin to cry. I sit up and the pain screams in my skull. I gasp as I'm forced back down. I believe it is my attacker, I believe it is Will.
Able to move now, I swing at them. I open my eyes and see a woman's worried face and my fist hit weakly against her shoulder. I look down and see a jagged slice in my abdomen packed with snow. I scream.
The scream is haunting and it seems to never end. Will can't take it anymore. He can't take the sight of her thrashing body, or hear the pain in her screams.
"Dr. Lector!" Will shouts.
Hannibal puts his notebook down and begins to speak to Alexis.
"Alexis, I am going to count backwards from ten. At ten you will awaken. Ten... Nine..." Hannibal begins.
A couple of seconds pass and Alexis' scream turn in to awful gurgling.
"Dr. Lector, hurry!" Will pleads, his eyes never leaving Alexis thrashing body.
"Five, concentrate on my voice, Alexis. Four. Feel my voice call you back to reality. Three... Two... One." Hannibal finishes.
Alexis wakes and sits up quickly, bringing a headache with her. Her breathing is quick and shallow. She pats herself down frantically, feeling for her scar. She looks around and spots Will.
Fear grasps at her throat as they make eye contact and she goes wide-eyed.
Will runs to her said and pleads with her. She attempts to back away from him.
"Alexis! You're okay. It wasn't real." He sits next to her, and though she pulls into herself, she allows his arms to go around her.
Hannibal is shocked at how quickly he embraces her and how willingly she lets him.
Alexis loosens her tense muscles and puts her head on his chest and cries. Tears soak the front of his shirt. This embrace is different that the deadly one in her memory and she assures herself it wasn't Will. He lays a gentle hand on the back of head, and it's nothing like the forceful hand in he memory either. He begins to rock back and forth.
"You're okay. You're okay." His words become repeating whispers.
But all three knew that she wasn't.
"I will fight for one last breath, I will fight until the end.
And I will find the enemy within, cause I can feel it crawl beneath my skin."
End of chapter four
The lyrics I used are from the song "Dear Agony" by Breaking Benjamin.
Do I believe that Hannibal gets off to the sight of blood? Yes, yes I do. I'm starting to realize that the songs I use are extremely literal to the story. Please tell me what you think!