Chapter Ten: Safe
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Jack and his team had been waiting it out for days, hoping that the killer would bring Will there. All the long nights and restless days soon came to a close when they heard a vehicle pull up and voices arguing, well, somewhat arguing. The correct terms would be taunting and pleading. Zeller gave Jack a look, one that asked whether now was a good time to strike. Crawford nodded, and soon they had the people surrounded.
It was an older man, a look of hatred in his eyes, and Will, who looked so shaken up he was trembling, quivering. "Hands where I can see them!"Jack demanded. The man smirked as he carefully raised his hands up, away from Will. Jack felt uneasy, wanting to figure out the man's game before the man executed it. "Good. Now. We're gonna have to take you away. Okay? Now take a few steps away from the other man."Jack commanded again.
The man smirked and took a few steps away from Will before sprinting off. Jack's men tried to catch up, but he was nowhere to be found. Will was a shaking mess, trying to pass out on them. Jack called 911, hoping that they could help the younger man...
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Hannibal's phone rang as he was making dinner for himself. A simple meal of a doctor with a rude tongue. He continued cooking as he answered. "Hello? Dr. Lecter."Hannibal answered.
"Hannibal. They found Will. He's at Mercy right now. ICU. Probably even OR. Not sure, haven't went yet. I'm on my way there though. Thought you should know."Alana's voice spoke. Hannibal about lost his hold on the phone. 'They found Will. They found Will.'kept echoing in his mind.
"Good. Good. He's been found. I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you Alana."Hannibal thanked the woman before saying good bye and hanging up. He turned off his oven, opting to have something on the go for a change. After all, they found Will. He needed to be there...
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He felt peaceful as the anesthesia was administered. The pain slowly quit throbbing as he felt himself drifting, drifting... Sleep...
He looked around, unsure of where he was. The place was so dark, so dark. And yet, there was another presence there. "Well, well well. Look who showed up. Hello Will."a voice spoke in the darkness. Will felt himself shake.
"Whose there?"he asked, looking around, trying to find out who was there. He gasped when the only other person there was... Himself? No. It wasn't him. It looked like him and sounded like him, but it wasn't him. The tone this man used was... Too dark, too sinister...And his clothes were more... Refined... Different from anything he would wear.
"What's wrong? Afraid of yourself? Or speechless that you could actually be this... Good looking?"the other Will spoke, smirking. Will shook his head.
"No just... Confused... Where... Am I? And.. Who are you?"Will asked. The other him chuckled, a dark sound.
"Well, I'm you Will. A better version of you. The you that you refuse to let out. As for where we are. Well.. Simply, we are inside of you, of us. Of our consciousness."the other him explained, a smirk on his face.