Told you the next chapter would be Lisa. The end of this chapter is kinda creepy, but, in my opinion, it isn't much worse then the rest of the story. So if you've read that, you can definitely handle this.
-Lisa-
Deep in the corner of Master's lair, Hannibal stood on desk starring at an intricate chart. His back turned to the rest of the world, he obtained a pencil from the desk. Awkwardly he maneuvered the pencil, which was huge compared to him, and began drawing a series of lines on the chart that even the most skilled person couldn't decipher.
He was drawing as if in a trance, but at the sound of the window opening he instantly stopped and turned on his heels. His newly formed 'pet' was climbing through the window, with surprisingly slow speed for her species.
"Hurry up!" He barked at her. Lisa, the beast herself, fumbled with the latch on the window then burst through, shattering it once again, for it had been fixed after she left, and landing on the floor with a loud thud. She had landed on her feet, but the fall sent her tumbling forward through the shattered glass bits, making the creature howl out and whimper in pain.
"Suck it up." Hannibal said ceasing her whimpers. "And you will clean that up." He raised his eye brow at the mess.
The creature rose to its feet and nodded, unable to make contact with her free will.
"Did you complete your mission? Are they dead?" Hannibal asked.
Lisa lowered her head and let out a low growl. If it were possible to do so, the growl would sound like a lion purring, only angrier. Somehow, he could understand her noises.
Hannibal scowled deeply. "You idiot!" He exploded in rage. "You stupid animal! You incompetent female!" He launched his pencil toward her, striking her in the left shoulder. She, litterly, roared out in pain and incinerated the pencil.
"I didn't create you to fail!" Hannibal continued to scream, yell, swear, and rant. After a moment he calmed himself from further ranting, but was still seething mad.
Seizing the opportunity, Lisa let out a small hiss.
"What?" Hannibal asked, intrigued. "What happened that could possibly be good?"
She hissed again then let out a gentle growl.
"So you infected Spicer…" Hannibal's face lit up, then his expression drooped. "Too much time has passed. They are with the monks, I know it. Spicer is fine. I applaud you for the effort. Maybe you aren't such a stupid animal."
Lisa hissed in joy of his approval.
"Quiet! I didn't order you to speak!" He retorted. She lowered her head in anguish.
Lisa dropped on all fours and padded over toward Hannibal. Like a dog, she sat down and gazed up into his eyes with her own gaping holes. She hissed loudly.
"Your orders are to find them." Hannibal answered her. "Track them down no matter what. And do your job this time! Do you understand?"
Lisa let out a high pitched screech of acceptance. She turned around, kicked her feet off the desk Hannibal was sitting on, rocking it back and forth slightly. She sprang towards the window with unnatural speed and stuck her head out the lab's window ready to depart.
"Wait." Hannibal said, trying to steady himself against the rocking desk. "Come back."
Lisa un-dug her nails from the wall, dropping to the floor. Sullenly, she crawled back to her master.
"Stay here. I'll be right back." He exited through the door for a moment. Lisa turned her head towards the window's opening. She mentally willed her legs to carry her there, but under his spell she could do nothing of her free will.
Three minutes later the door way was broken open as Hannibal's giant fighting suit/ demon armor emerged. It wasn't small enough to fit the width of the door, so he just plowed through the surrounding wall, widening the exit.
The mask of the suit split away revealing Hannibal perched inside.
"Though you may eventually prove useful," He said. "and you have another assignment now, there is still something we need to sort out." The suit stepped closer to Lisa, so they were just feet away.
The shadow beast then showed its first sign of fear, and shook gently from the freight.
"You failed me." Hannibal continued. The arms on the suit extended and were inches away from the black, fiery face of the creature. "And you must be punished for that."
The pinching claws at the end of the arms began to revolve, and a static charge built up that quickly turned into a small electrical beam between the two hands.
"Let this be a reminder, not to disappoint me again."
The beast's shrieks were heard for the remainder of the night, until dawn broke the next eventful day.
Short but important. Another insightful look at the 'true' Hannibal Bean. Review please!
