Chapter Nine: Pain

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Will woke up the next day, sore and possibly bleeding from various wounds. The man had tied him to the chair again, in his torn clothing, getting to a camera. He got down to Will's level, kissing him, Will tried to pull away, but could only take the kiss as the man assaulted his mouth before he pulled away. "Now. Death Bringer. You are going to make your confession."the man said.

"W-what confession? What am I-I to say?"Will asked, shakily, afraid of what the man would do to him again. Gosh it hurt to sit down, his bottom on fire. The man traced over his quivering lip, a sick smirk on his face.

"Simple. You will state your name, and that you are a Death Bringer. That everyone you meet dies. Am I clear?"the man demanded. Will nodded, his face burning from where the man's fingers had lingered. "Good."and with that, the man placed a tape in the camera, and turned it on. Will swallowed.

"I... Am Will Graham... And... I have... Been deemed a Death Bringer... I bring nothing but death to those I... To those I meet."Will forced the words out, his voice shaky. The man placed the camera down and turned it off.

"Such a good boy... A good Death Bringer... Wonder what you'll feel like... While you're this way... Tied in such a way... It's... Enticing..."the man spoke as he walked forward to Will, hands outstretched...

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Jack had placed a BOLO out on Will, hoping the young man would show up. Dr. Lecter had called to see if he could help, letting Jack know that he would ask patients if they have seen Will at all. Alana was searching through her patients as well, and had her own circle of friends looking for him. All the older man could do now was wait and hope that "the Judge", as TitleCrime had dubbed the newest killer, did not have Will.

Zeller walked up to him. "Yes Brian... What do you have?"Jack asked, hoping it wasn't some BS an overzealous "witness" came up with.

"We know where he dumps the bodies Jack... And if he does have Will, he'll eventually dump him there. I say we lay in wait, jump when he show's up, we ambush him, rescue Will."Brian answered, looking at Jack. "Katz and I think it's a good idea anyway..." Jack sighed and thought it over. True, they did know where the dumping ground was. And true, it was likely that Will was under the guard of the killer. But what if the ambush spooked the killer, spooked him to the point of killing Will and himself?

"Two things about that Zeller. How do we know it's a he? And what if the killer gets spooked and kills both themselves and Will?"Jack asked. Zeller sighed.

"Like I said... Suggestion."Brian replied, looking at Jack. "So... Yes or no?"he asked, wanting a direct answer this time. Jack thought for a moment before answering.

"Do it. But no one, I mean no one, is to shoot or give us away until I say so. Do you understand?"Jack asked. Zeller nodded, going to get a team together to canvas the area around that tree...

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Hannibal frowned as the last patient denied knowing anything about Will before they left. The doctor was becoming increasingly worried for his... Well what was Will to him? A friend? A patient? Or simply a future gourmet meal? Either way, the doctor was worried about him...

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Jeffrey watched as the young man, Will, the Death Bringer, slept. The woman walked up to him. "You should go for another... Round. If you want to that is... After all... He is adorable... Look at that pouty lip... Could you imagine it wrapped around-"she was cut off as Jeffrey glared at her.

"Shut up. He needs to rest. He the next few days will be exhausting for him and I need him rested... Then my fun begins..."he spoke. The younger man started to tremble and shake in his dreams and Jeffrey bit his lip as his pants started to become more and more uncomfortable. Soon, he couldn't help it. He grabbed the younger man and tied his hands to the head boards of the bed, clawing at his shirt. The younger man woke up, shaking, pleading with him to stop...