Clinging to Safety

by Ageless Writer

Hannibal is in the process of learning another of Will's nightmares, one in which his closest friends die, when Will gets a case. As the case continues with no word from either Jack or Will, Hannibal starts to wonder if perhaps the nightmare meant Will was in danger. His fears are confirmed, and he begins the hunt for his next meal. *Possible Hannigram though I'm unsure...

7. Chapter Six: Interest

Chapter Six: Interest

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OCs that may or may not appear in this work. Italics are for those that are dreams, Will's dreamscape, and thoughts.

When his patient left, Hannibal decided it was time for lunch. He was famished and knew he couldn't help anyone on an empty stomach. Walking into his kitchen, Hannibal decided to make something quick and simple. A liver sandwich perhaps...

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Will sighed as he glanced at the clock. Everyone had been working hard all morning to learn more about the victims. "Jack... I think I'm gonna go get lunch... Want anything?"he asked. The older man shook his head.

"No... Bella packed me a lunch. But you go and get something."Jack gave the younger man his permission. Will nodded and grabbed his handgun, hiding it in it's holster. 'Just in case...' Will thought to himself as he left...

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Sitting down, Jeffrey White began to eat his lunch, a hamburger with fries and a coke. Nothing fancy. "You're gonna pack on the pounds you keep that up."his companion spoke. He glared at her as she pushed her blonde hair back.

"Shut up."he retorted. She snickered and watched the door.

"I think I see your next target. He's coming in."she leaned close and murmured. Jeffrey turned to see a small man walking in, one who couldn't be more than 5' 10". He had dark brown hair, shaggy hair. Wore glasses and had stubble.

"What makes him a target?"Jeffrey asked the blonde woman. She was the one who chose them, she could see their evils.

"Can't you see? He has an angel of doom following him. He brings death wherever he goes. He knows and doesn't care. He wants to watch them die, but he makes others do it so he doesn't have too. He deserves to be punished..."the blonde woman whispered. He looked at the young man again.

He could see it now. The man did have an angel of doom following him. A stag with a black coat. He even seemed smug, like he knew it was following him. Jeffrey wondered if the man knew that the death he was waiting for was his own...