What About The Girl?
By Risty Maskell
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I don't own it. If you don't recognise it, it's mine.
Summary: This little bunny is quite interesting and won't leave me alone. It's kinda hard to ignore a Hannibal the Cannibal bunny who is threatening to eat you if you don't write it's story...
Authors Note: I don't really know how to write a court room scene, so don't hit me if I get the dialogue wrong, okay?
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1987
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Juliette Lecter had been staying with Thomas Bradley and his family for over a year. Ever since her father had been arrested and identified as the Chesapeake Ripper. She had had no idea, then of course, why should Hannibal have told her what he had been doing. To most of the world, he had been a calm and patient Psychiatric doctor, an MD. She didn't really know what that meant. She sat on her bed, looking through one of her old picture books her father had given her when she was younger. She ran a small finger over the writing on the inside of the front cover.
To my dear Juliette,
Today is your fourth birthday. My how you've grown. You grow more and more lovely
every time I see you. Have a wonderful time on your birthday.
Love always,
Daddy
Tears fell from her eyes as she read the loopy writing. She drew the book close to her and hugged it, rocking back and forth. She remembered the trial. Her father sitting on one side of the court room and that man, Will Graham, on the other side.
The air was tense. Hannibal had been dressed in a handsome suit of pearl grey, a charcoal tie and a white shirt. Juliette wondered why he looked so formal for just sitting there.His hands were in cuffs and his violet eyes staring straight ahead. Juliette was sitting with Thomas Bradley and his wife, Fiona. She longed to run to her father and hug him, but Thomas' hand held her back.
"All rise, for the honourable Judge Statman." Said a police officer, as a door opened. A man wearing a white wig entered the court and sat atop what Thomas called 'The Bench'. They all stood up and sat down again when the Judge said they could.
"This is case 3243-B, People vs. Hannibal Lecter. Dr Lecter has been accused for nine accounts of first degree murder." Judge Statman called for the opening statements and then said, "Prosecution, call your first witness."
The prosecuter stood. "Prosecution calls Special Agent Will Graham to the stand." Will Graham, wincing as he got up, made his way to the witness stand. A Police Officer held up a bible. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
"I do." Graham said and sat down. The Prosecuter walked over to him.
"Special Agent Graham, would you please recount the events of the last night you and Dr Lecter were alone?"
"I was in my office, looking over the facts of the case of the Chesapeake Ripper when I had a sudden flash of a scenario." Graham started. "When I called on Dr Lecter to tell him what I had been thinking about, he called me an eidetaker. I didn't know what he meant. He explained to me that an eidetaker was a person who could create the scene of a crime by looking through the evidence. We talked a little more about the case and then he went to get my coat, which he had hung by the front door. I was looking at his books and I saw someone had labeled 'sweetbreads' beside a French word. I suddenly placed Dr Lecter's face to the Chesapeake Ripper and turned, getting my .45 out of its holster. He was right behind me and stabbed we with a dagger." Will closed his eyes, his brow furrowing. "He grabbed my wrist and I dropped the gun, he said 'I think I'll eat your heart...' and leaned down to, I suppose, do just that. My hand found about half a dozen arrows that he had kept on display on his shelf and I managed to stab him in the abdomen. He got up and staggered back. He came back toward me and I got my .38 out of the holster and shot at him. He fell across his desk and then I blacked out."
"Thank you, Special Agent Graham." The prosecuter said. "No further questions, your honour."
"You're witness." The Judge said, peering over his spectacles at Hannibal's lawyer.
"Thank you, your honour. Special Agent Graham, may I ask why you were over at Dr. Lecter's townhouse at such a late hour?"
"I wanted to tell him what I suspected had happened." Will said.
"Couldn't it have waited until morning?"
"I suppose, but like every excitable person, I had to tell somebody. Dr Lecter seemed like the most likely option."
"I see. You couldn't have talked to Jack Crawford about it?"
"It would have been a possiblity, but Dr Lecter and I had been working side by side on this case."
"No further questions, your honour."
"You may step down, Special Agent Graham."
Will stepped down. Juliette could see his wife, Molly and their two year old son, Josh, sitting a few rows back. Molly seemed to be crying. Juliette looked up at Thomas and Fiona and hoped that her father would be let go. It was not to be.
"I hereby sentence Hannibal Lecter to nine consecutive lifetimes in Baltimore Asylum." Judge Statman said, banging his gavel and Juliette felt tears pour down her cheeks.
Thomas was a good man. He worked with the FBI under Jack Crawford, just like her father had. He earned a good salary and he and Fiona made her feel a part of the family. They had two children of their own, Shea and Peta, brother and sister. Peta was Juliette's age and the two would play dolls for hours. They never mentioned Hannibal Lecter, unless Juliette brought up the subject first.
Thomas had a habit of asking Juliette if she wanted to go see her father. Juliette always shook her head. But that day, as she was looking at the picture book, she felt the need to see him. She walked slowly downstairs and into Thomas' study.
"Tom?" She asked. Thomas looked up from the notes he was reading.
"Yes, Juliette?"
"Can I go and see my Daddy, today?"
By Risty Maskell
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I don't own it. If you don't recognise it, it's mine.
Summary: This little bunny is quite interesting and won't leave me alone. It's kinda hard to ignore a Hannibal the Cannibal bunny who is threatening to eat you if you don't write it's story...
Authors Note: I don't really know how to write a court room scene, so don't hit me if I get the dialogue wrong, okay?
~*~*~
1987
~*~*~
Juliette Lecter had been staying with Thomas Bradley and his family for over a year. Ever since her father had been arrested and identified as the Chesapeake Ripper. She had had no idea, then of course, why should Hannibal have told her what he had been doing. To most of the world, he had been a calm and patient Psychiatric doctor, an MD. She didn't really know what that meant. She sat on her bed, looking through one of her old picture books her father had given her when she was younger. She ran a small finger over the writing on the inside of the front cover.
To my dear Juliette,
Today is your fourth birthday. My how you've grown. You grow more and more lovely
every time I see you. Have a wonderful time on your birthday.
Love always,
Daddy
Tears fell from her eyes as she read the loopy writing. She drew the book close to her and hugged it, rocking back and forth. She remembered the trial. Her father sitting on one side of the court room and that man, Will Graham, on the other side.
The air was tense. Hannibal had been dressed in a handsome suit of pearl grey, a charcoal tie and a white shirt. Juliette wondered why he looked so formal for just sitting there.His hands were in cuffs and his violet eyes staring straight ahead. Juliette was sitting with Thomas Bradley and his wife, Fiona. She longed to run to her father and hug him, but Thomas' hand held her back.
"All rise, for the honourable Judge Statman." Said a police officer, as a door opened. A man wearing a white wig entered the court and sat atop what Thomas called 'The Bench'. They all stood up and sat down again when the Judge said they could.
"This is case 3243-B, People vs. Hannibal Lecter. Dr Lecter has been accused for nine accounts of first degree murder." Judge Statman called for the opening statements and then said, "Prosecution, call your first witness."
The prosecuter stood. "Prosecution calls Special Agent Will Graham to the stand." Will Graham, wincing as he got up, made his way to the witness stand. A Police Officer held up a bible. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
"I do." Graham said and sat down. The Prosecuter walked over to him.
"Special Agent Graham, would you please recount the events of the last night you and Dr Lecter were alone?"
"I was in my office, looking over the facts of the case of the Chesapeake Ripper when I had a sudden flash of a scenario." Graham started. "When I called on Dr Lecter to tell him what I had been thinking about, he called me an eidetaker. I didn't know what he meant. He explained to me that an eidetaker was a person who could create the scene of a crime by looking through the evidence. We talked a little more about the case and then he went to get my coat, which he had hung by the front door. I was looking at his books and I saw someone had labeled 'sweetbreads' beside a French word. I suddenly placed Dr Lecter's face to the Chesapeake Ripper and turned, getting my .45 out of its holster. He was right behind me and stabbed we with a dagger." Will closed his eyes, his brow furrowing. "He grabbed my wrist and I dropped the gun, he said 'I think I'll eat your heart...' and leaned down to, I suppose, do just that. My hand found about half a dozen arrows that he had kept on display on his shelf and I managed to stab him in the abdomen. He got up and staggered back. He came back toward me and I got my .38 out of the holster and shot at him. He fell across his desk and then I blacked out."
"Thank you, Special Agent Graham." The prosecuter said. "No further questions, your honour."
"You're witness." The Judge said, peering over his spectacles at Hannibal's lawyer.
"Thank you, your honour. Special Agent Graham, may I ask why you were over at Dr. Lecter's townhouse at such a late hour?"
"I wanted to tell him what I suspected had happened." Will said.
"Couldn't it have waited until morning?"
"I suppose, but like every excitable person, I had to tell somebody. Dr Lecter seemed like the most likely option."
"I see. You couldn't have talked to Jack Crawford about it?"
"It would have been a possiblity, but Dr Lecter and I had been working side by side on this case."
"No further questions, your honour."
"You may step down, Special Agent Graham."
Will stepped down. Juliette could see his wife, Molly and their two year old son, Josh, sitting a few rows back. Molly seemed to be crying. Juliette looked up at Thomas and Fiona and hoped that her father would be let go. It was not to be.
"I hereby sentence Hannibal Lecter to nine consecutive lifetimes in Baltimore Asylum." Judge Statman said, banging his gavel and Juliette felt tears pour down her cheeks.
Thomas was a good man. He worked with the FBI under Jack Crawford, just like her father had. He earned a good salary and he and Fiona made her feel a part of the family. They had two children of their own, Shea and Peta, brother and sister. Peta was Juliette's age and the two would play dolls for hours. They never mentioned Hannibal Lecter, unless Juliette brought up the subject first.
Thomas had a habit of asking Juliette if she wanted to go see her father. Juliette always shook her head. But that day, as she was looking at the picture book, she felt the need to see him. She walked slowly downstairs and into Thomas' study.
"Tom?" She asked. Thomas looked up from the notes he was reading.
"Yes, Juliette?"
"Can I go and see my Daddy, today?"