Mischa Lecter

Chapter 9: Hurts Huh?

Mischa awoke the morning after dinner with Aidan as the sun peaked over the horizon. She laid in bed as sunlight filled her room, thinking. She knew what she had to do... Not only that, but what she wanted to do. What she was going to do.

She climbed out of bed, at last, she brushed her hair slowly. Staring at her eyes in the mirror, the plan flashing through her mind. She knew that her father and mother were going to the opera tonight that she was also set to attend.

She picked up her phone and dialed Aidan's number, there was a pause on the other end before she heard Enrico's voice, "Bon Jour?"

"Enrico?"

"Mischa? Hey."

"Hi, Enrico. Aidan up yet?"

"No, you need her for something?"

"Just to know if you two are going to the Opera tonight."

"We are, I take it you are too."

"Yes, meet me there?"

"Of course."

"Alright, see you tonight."

"Ciao."

"Ciao."

Mischa hung up the phone and stared at the wall for a moment, "Father." she spoke as she turned her head to the side slightly.

"Do you know?"

"I know enough." She didn't need to ask what she should know.

"Mischa..."

"Father, I know. What I don't know I will find out from her tonight. If she does not tell me, Enrico will." She turned to face him and her eyes flashed, "I will know everything by tonight."

Hannibal nodded slowly, "Be cautious, Mischa."

"I will."

"What did you find out last night, at dinner?"

Mischa took a long breath and let it out slowly. She had learned a lot, more than she wanted to mention. She took another deep breath and started:

"Well dinner went fine, but I told them I had to go to the bathroom and I went looking around..." there was a long pause, "I found the guns... I measured the bullets with the scar on my hand... they fit. I found news paper clippings from the day in Italy. They have hospital records... my hospital records. With all the different names we've used. They know."

Hannibal nodded, "Then you know what needs to be done."

She nodded, "Yes, I know." she said as he walked down the hallway from her room. She turned to get ready for the night. She packed a bag and went for a quick jog down the road, she came back with the bag missing and got ready for the opera.

She pulled her black hair up in an elegant pony tail, she dressed in a long black dress with a corset like top and a cut up the side. The fabric flowed as she walked down the stairs, pulling the red gloves that matched her heals, up her arm. Her purse carried everything she would need. They left the house without a word and traveled without speaking.

Mischa met Aidan at the door, "Enrico's inside, come on." she said as they walked inside. The opera passed and they attended the after party, "Aidan, I'm not feeling well. Walk me home?" she asked looking at her sweetly.

"Sure, Enrico you'll make it home okay, right?"

"Sure. I'll call a cab." He hugged Mischa, "Feel better."

"Thanks."

Mischa and Aidan walked the path home, they spoke politely to each other until Mischa stepped in front of Aidan, malice in her eyes.

"Mischa?"

With a wicked smirk Mischa covered Aidan's mouth with a drug soaked cloth. Holding her head in place with one hand she watched as her eyes slowly closed and she collapsed against her. She dragged her into the alley where the bag was stowed.

She pulled out a pair of handcuffs and wrapped it around the leg of the dumpster, she closed them around Aidan's wrist and waited, leaning against the wall watching the girl... like a Predator.

A good 10 minutes later Aidan opened her eyes, her head throbbing and eyes blurry.

"What the hell?"

"Josephina." Mischa said as she pushed off the wall and walked back into the dim light coming from the moon.

"Hannah." she answered glaring daggers, "I see you figured it out."

"Yes."

"What are you going to do?" she asked watching the harpy in Mischa's hand.

"Make you feel what I do."

"Are you going to kill me?"

Mischa just smirked, growing closer to her.

"Do you know what it feels like... to watch the one person you love more than anyone else... die in your arms?"

Aidan was silent.

"You don't, do you?" Mischa's arm shot out and a deep cut appeared on her cheek, "Answer me!"

"No. I don't." she said, blood running down her cheek, fear running through her eyes.

"You killed Hamal and Hannah that day. You. Created. This." she said her voice dangerous, "You will feel the pain I feel every day." Again her arm shot out, this time cutting the girls wrist, "You got those eyes from your father, Just like I did from mine."

"Yes." she answered, hissing in pain.

"What is your full name?"

"Josephina... Maria... Sanchez."

"And your brothers?"

"Carlos Enrico Sanchez Jr."

Mischa's arm shot out again, cutting across the girls collarbones, "Does it hurt?" she hissed into Josephina's ear, "Does it?" she asked again, the harpy drew a red line down the girls arm. "I want to hear you say it hurts." She said as she ran the harpy through the girls side.

Josephina yelled out in pain, "It hurts! It hurts!"

Mischa pulled back, "Good." She stood up and walked over to her bag, she pulled out an expensive looking handgun, "I want it to."

"You're a monster." Josephina hissed.

"Runs in my family." A silent pop was heard by Mischa as the blood ran down from in between Aidan's eyes.

She knelt next to the now dead corpse and unhooked the cuffs, returning them to her bag. She took off her bloodstained dress, using the fabric to wipe her harpy off. She changed into black pants, black boots, a black tank top, and a black jacket. She removed her gloves, trying to stretch her aching hand.

She packed everything back up, threw the bag over her shoulder, and stopped a taxi. Told him the address of Enrico's house and sat in the backseat, staring out the window until they arrived. She climbed out, opened the front door with the key she had pulled off Aidan and entered.

15 minutes later, Enrico arrived home. Mischa silently followed him through the house, watching his every move. He fell asleep on the couch a little while later, Mischa walked in front of the T.V. And watched him sleep while she silently reloaded her gun. Once she was satisfied she fired once, the bullet went straight into his hand. He awoke with a start, his eyes instantly falling on Mischa, then his hand.

"Look." She said, her eyes sparkling with insanity as a smile crossed her face, it fell when she lifted her hand, "We match." she said, cocking her head to the side.

He tried to back away by pressing himself into the couch but she loomed closer, "Scared?" she asked slowly, "I guess you always have been, seeing as you shot my brother and me from behind." She fired again, this time into his shoulder, "Hurts huh?" she asked smirking, "I know." she said, her voice turning into a sarcastic concern, "I know it hurts, but I can help. I could always do exactly what I did to your sister..." She gently placed the gun on his head, "All I have to do is pull the trigger and you'll be with her again." she pulled the gun back, "But of course, You didn't let me join my brother... So why should I let you?" she asked slowly.

"You.. You killed Josephina?"

"Yes. I did, weren't you listening?" she asked harshly, "It was easy."

"You crazy Bitch!" he spat.

She put the gun to his head again, " You really have No Idea." she hissed as she pulled the trigger.

She wiped the blood off her face quickly before putting everything back in her bag and exiting out the back door, locking it as she went. She walked a few blocks before she stopped another taxi and returned home.

She took a quick shower and got ready for bed. She knew her parents wouldn't be home for a while, so she settled into bed and let sleep take over. Her dreams were peaceful for the first time in a very long time.


It was bright, very bright. He had opened his eyes, not knowing where he was... or who he was for that matter. All he knew was that it hurt, everything hurt. He winced as he tried to sit up, "Now, Now. Don't rush it." a female voice said on his right side, he felt a hand hold him in place.

"Do you know where you are?" Another light flashed in his eyes.

"No." He mumbled his voice weak and shaky.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"No."

"You you remember anything?"

Pain surged through him, for no apparent reason, as he slipped back into unconsciousness he whispered, "Hannah."