Alistair wandered down the streets, peering in windows and looking for something familiar. He paused at a window stacked with TV's that were flashing and blaring with the latest news.
The screens read.
HANNIBAL THE CANNIBAL HAS ESCAPED!
CHESAPEAKE RIPPER KILLS WARDEN DR CHILTON!
IS WILEHMINA GRAHAM IN DANGER?
MASON VERGER OFFERING $1 MILLION DOLLAR AWARD FOR LECTER RECAPTURE
Alistair shivered; he had seen those names before and was suddenly scared for his mother. He began to jog down the street rubbing his arms, chilled from the cold wind blowing through the buildings. He curled up on a bus station hugging his knees to his chest in an effort to keep warm.
He awoke with a start as he felt a large hand clap him on the back.
"Is this the Cannibal's kid?" a gruff voice asked from behind him.
Alistair's head was jerked around and grasped firmly between two meaty hands. A bright light was shone in his eyes making him squint and blink furiously.
"Well he's got the eyes." The other man said. "Cool they turn red when you shine a light on them. I wonder if that'll freak Mr Verger out?"
"Leave me alone," hissed Alistair as he tried to break free.
The two men laughed simultaneously. It sounded like a pack of wolves howling at the full moon.
"Mr Verger is going to use you as bait for your dad." The taller one said.
"How do you know that you've got the right boy?" Alistair asked curiously.
"Well you look like a young Hannibal Lecter." The man replied. "I don't know who your mother thought she was fooling, everyone at the FBI knew! Especially Jack Crawford!"
With that the man reached out and seized Alistair by the scruff of the collar, yanking him up from the bench. Before Alistair could cry for help a handkerchief was stuffed in his mouth, making him gag.
Suddenly the man holding him dropped him and sunk to the floor, clutching his stomach which was covered in red. Another flash of silver glinted in the darkness and the other man joined his colleague on the floor. A tall man with ash blonde hair and maroon eyes stepped into the dim lighting from the nearby street lamp, and removed Alistair's gag gently.
"You killed them," Alistair gasped rubbing his cheeks to relieve the ache.
"Well they were hardly very nice were they?" Hannibal Lecter said mildly, watching his son intently with excitement.
"Who are you?" Alistair said, rather interested in his rescuer.
Hannibal smiled like the Cheshire Cat that got the cream. "I'm your father!" he proclaimed as he carefully picked Alistair up. "Do you want some ice-cream?"