The moment Krissy heard about the attack at the Hobbs' house she was suspicious. How a man as unstable as Nicholas Boyle was able to overpower Alana and Hannibal, and then simply run away after being conveniently scratched by Abigail…was not something she could believe. If Hannibal's theory was correct, this man was a ruthless killer who murdered his own sister. So how did he become overpowered by a teenager? Krissy was making her way through the house to find Hannibal when she stumbled upon Abigail. She was sitting on her couch, a blanket over her shoulders, and two police officers standing nearby. It seemed Jack also didn't believe Abigail's story.
"Abigail…are you alright?" Krissy questioned, coming to sit beside the younger girl.
"I think so" Abigail mumbled, fidgeting under Krissy's intense gaze.
"I heard Nicholas got away" Krissy exclaimed, as Abigail nodded, shakily.
"I couldn't stop him" Abigail told her.
"Oh, I think you've done enough, Abigail" Krissy stated, as the girl's eyes snapped up to hers.
"…I remember what you said to me in the hospital while I was in a coma. I…I could hear everything" Abigail admitted, as Krissy's eyes widened, knowing what she whispered.
"I said I don't believe you" Krissy confessed, as Abigail's eyes darted nervously around the room.
"Do you believe me now?" Abigail inquired, making Krissy raise an eyebrow.
"No" Krissy replied, in an almost dismissive tone.
"Are you going to tell your dad?" Abigail panicked, with wide eyes.
"My dad works on evidence. I have nothing other than a hunch…at the moment" Krissy exclaimed; a threat clear in her voice.
"Why didn't you say anything earlier? You acted like you didn't remember" Abigail frowned.
"Maybe I was hoping I was wrong about you…did you kill Marissa?" Krissy asked as Abigail shook her head vehemently.
"No! No, I wouldn't…she was my friend!" Abigail insisted her raised voice causing the officers still in the room to turn towards her.
"Like the girls were that you picked out for your dad?" Krissy suggested, causing Abigail to audibly gulp.
The younger girl opened and closed her mouth a few times, obviously wanting to protest her innocence. Under Krissy's cold gaze, Abigail seemed to think better of it and simply looked down to her feet instead, with a guilty expression.
"Stay away from Will" Krissy warned her, as Abigail's forehead wrinkled.
"What?" Abigail questioned.
"He cares about you, and we both know you'd use that for your own advantage…stay away" Krissy practically snarled before she pushed herself off the couch and walked away.
She had tried to compose herself by the time she found Hannibal in one of the bedrooms, standing in front of a mirror, as he inspected the stitches hidden in his hairline. His eyes snapped up as he quickly noticed Krissy leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed.
"Why'd you do it?" Krissy asked, as Hannibal turned to her slowly.
"You will need to be more specific" Hannibal informed her, causing her to scoff harshly.
"Lie for Abigail" Krissy exclaimed, watching Hannibal tilt his head towards her.
He seemed to assess the situation almost clinically, before moving towards her and shutting the bedroom door quietly. Turning around, he expected to see Krissy would have at least been unnerved by his actions, but instead, he found her sitting on the bed with an exasperated expression.
"I'm not sure what you-" Hannibal started, but Krissy was quick to cut him off.
"Don't insult my intelligence by lying to me, Hannibal" Krissy snapped, as Hannibal's jaw tensed.
"Abigail is not the predator you think she is," Hannibal told her, as Krissy shook her head.
"I think she's a bloody snake. She's got you and Will wrapped around her little finger. What really happened tonight?" Krissy insisted as Hannibal came to sit beside her on the bed.
"Nicholas Boyle came to this house to attack Abigail. He was stopped" Hannibal clarified.
"Is he dead?" Krissy questioned, as Hannibal quirked an eyebrow.
"Are you planning to go to Jack with the information you have?" Hannibal retorted, changing the subject quickly.
"Funny, that's just what Abigail asked me" Krissy muttered.
"You have confronted Abigail?" Hannibal frowned, in almost scolding tone.
"Well, no one else was going to" Krissy scoffed.
"All I have done is try to protect Abigail…in the way her father wouldn't," Hannibal told her, as Krissy's eyes snapped up to his.
Hannibal's hand meanwhile was edging towards the pillow beside him, as he tried to assess whether the police officers in the front room would hear if he tried to suffocate Krissy. He couldn't tell how she would react. She would be shocked, yes…but the girl was unpredictable. She may have already put a plan in place in case her confrontation ended badly—
Hannibal couldn't keep the surprise off his face when Krissy suddenly placed her hand on his shoulder in what he expected was meant to be a comforting gesture. His forehead wrinkled as she let out a loud sigh, squeezing his shoulder lightly.
"Look, I get wanting to protect her…I really do. But trust me…you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved" Krissy warned him.
"Abigail is not your brother" Hannibal replied, as Krissy's warm hand dropped away from his shoulder.
"No, she's not. But she is dangerous" Krissy insisted, pushing herself to her feet.
"…I'm not going to tell the police. I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I did after all the secrets I kept for my brother. Besides, it's not like anyone would believe me anyway…they never do" Krissy explained, as she walked over to the door.
"Thank you" Hannibal nodded, as Krissy pulled the door open, and the hall light shone into the room.
"See you on Friday" Krissy mumbled, walking out of the room.
Will frowned when he heard a tapping at his front door, resulting in an orchestra of barks, as he cautiously peeked through his window. He was surprised to see Krissy standing there, a bag in her hand, as she waved at him through the glass, a friendly smile on her face.
"What are you doing here?" Will questioned, opening the door.
"Your all charm, Graham" Krissy teased, her eyes dropping down to see he was only in a thin shirt and briefs.
"And seemingly undressed" Will muttered, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"I don't mind" Krissy shrugged, with a smirk.
Before either of them could say anything else, a brown dog was charging out of the house and barking happily at Krissy's ankles. Will watched as her face morphed into pure joy as she crouched down to stroke the dog's silky fur, as the animal licked at her face excitedly. The other dogs were quick to follow, all showing a great interest in the girl.
"Winston's not usually so fond of people" Will stated, as Krissy looked up to him.
"Well, I'm not most people" Krissy grinned, stroking the dog behind his ears.
"How'd you know where I lived?" Will inquired, a moment later, curiously.
"Alana told me" Krissy answered, pushing herself to her feet.
"She sent you to check up on me?" Will scoffed, lightly.
"No. I was worried about you and asked her. She figured you could use a friend" Krissy shrugged.
"We're friends?" Will queried, unsurely.
"What is it with you and Hannibal and your aversion to friends?" Krissy shook her head, as Will took a step back to let her into his house.
"I make people feel…uncomfortable" Will replied, having trouble finding the right word.
"And that's exactly one of the things I like about you" Krissy grinned, as her eyes began to survey his front room.
"I'll go put some pants on" Will mumbled, before making a speedy exit.
This allowed Krissy more time to take in her surroundings, helping to fill in some of the blanks she had about who Will Graham was. He was certainly smart, that was clear from the number of books on his bookshelf. Her eyes widen when she saw a piano in the far corner, never having expected Will to be able to play. The rest of the room was filled up with different parts of fishing or boat equipment, more like a workshop than a home. She made her way over to a stack of drawers, finding identical clothes inside, all stacked neatly against each other. Will clearly liked things to be organised, she realised as she looked over at a desk to see bottles of alcohol in some sort of order. There was one thing she noticed was missing. Pictures.
"If I had known you were coming, I would have cleared up-" Will began, as Krissy stopped him with a shake of her hand.
"I'm living with my dad right now, so I'm not exactly in a place to judge" Krissy stated.
"Living with Jack Crawford. What's that like?" Will asked, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"It's not so bad" Krissy shrugged, not meeting Will's eyes.
"You've got no photos. You got a history of bad hair days or something?" Krissy questioned, a moment later.
"I don't like photos. I find them unsettling" Will answered, as Krissy mulled it over.
"All those eyes right?" Krissy suggested as Will's forehead wrinkled, before nodding slowly.
"I burnt all the pictures I had…they creeped me out" Krissy clarified, as she flopped down on one of Will's armchairs.
Almost instantly, Winston strolled over to her, placing his head on her lap, causing a smile to spread over her lips. Will came to sit in the armchair beside them, amazed at how the young girl seemed so readily accepted into his 'pack'.
"Why are you really here?" Will questioned, as she tilted her head.
"I told you. I was worried about you. Once we got to the Hobbs' house after hearing what happened with Nicholas, you just disappeared" Krissy explained, seeing how Will practically flinched at the mention of the Hobbs' house.
"I was tired" Will mumbled, as Krissy gave him a sympathetic look.
"You still look tired" Krissy pointed out, as Will ran a hand over his face.
"I don't sleep well" Will admitted before he could stop himself.
"…Was Hobbs's the first guy you killed?" Krissy questioned, watching Will nod tensely.
"I tried so hard to know Garrett Jacob Hobbs…to see him. Past the slides and phials, beyond the lines of the police reports, between the pixels of all those…printed faces of sad dead girls" Will explained, breathing heavily, his eyes darting widely.
"You opened a door in your head and let him in…and now you can't get him out?" Krissy suggested, as Will gave her a strange look.
"Everything keeps coming back to him. Abigail, this copycat, Marissa Schurr..." Will trailed off, shakily.
"You feel guilty about what happened to her?" Krissy guessed.
"I feel like I killed her" Will admitted, as Krissy's eyes widened.
Will was surprised when Krissy suddenly leaned forward and gripped his arm, bringing him out of the trance he had been in. He hadn't even admitted that truth to himself before, so why did he tell her?
"Hey, you can't say things like that. Not to anyone…people will get the wrong idea" Krissy insisted, her hand still touching his arm.
"I know I'm not Garrett Jacob Hobbs" Will told her, as Krissy gave him a sad look.
"I know that too. I'm just…I'm trying to look out for you" Krissy informed him, causing Will to frown.
"Why?" Will asked, as if he couldn't understand.
"Because you're a good person, Will. And I don't want to see anyone drag you down" Krissy informed him, suddenly becoming aware that she was still touching his arm.
"Sorry. I know your not a big fan of touching-" Krissy began, with a sheepish expression, but Will quickly cut her off.
"People aren't big fans of touching me" Will clarified, surprising Krissy.
"What the hell, dad? Bella said you had a case, why haven't you…" Krissy trailed off, when she stepped into the examination room to see four corpses laid out on autopsy tables.
"We don't need your help with this one, Krissy" Jack told her, taking a step forward, holding his hands out.
"Where'd you get that idea? We have no leads, no suspects" Beverley stated, as Krissy quirked an eyebrow at Jack.
"It's a family massacre. I don't want you to-" Jack began in a hushed voice, only to be cut off by Krissy.
"I can handle it" Krissy hissed, embarrassment flushing her cheeks.
"I'd like her help" Will exclaimed, as all heads turned to him.
"What have we got?" Krissy questioned.
"The Turner family. Killed at their dinner table. Mr Turner and the kids were killed simultaneously, but Mrs Turner was left for last" Jimmy informed her, handing her the police report.
"No sign of forced entry?" Krissy questioned, taking away the crime scene picture that was paperclipped to the document and placing it on the table, away from eyes.
"Nope. Hell, we think they probably pressed the doorbell" Brian added, as Krissy's forehead wrinkled in concentration.
"This report says the shots were taken from a crouching position?" Krissy questioned.
"Elevated termination points match for the scene with these bodies. Angular cranial impact, coupled with acute exit wounds, conical spray. Shooter went low to high…so yes, probably crouching" Brian explained, seeing that he had lost Krissy halfway through.
"What if he wasn't crouching?" Krissy suggested, looking at Mrs Turner's body.
"You think are shooter's four foot?" Beverley questioned, confused.
"They had another child. Jesse. Went missing a year ago" Will announced, as Krissy's eyes connected with his.
"I think Jesse came home" Krissy stated, as Jack let out a long sigh.
"And what makes you think that?" Jack asked.
"She didn't try to fight back. Her whole family had just been butchered in front of her…she didn't want to fight her attacker. She couldn't" Krissy went on.
"She forgave him. A mother's forgiveness" Will agreed.
"Krissy, can I have a word with you outside?" Jack exclaimed, a moment later.
"Looks like someone's getting put on the naughty step" Brian mumbled, with a teasing tone.
"Go back to fondling Jimmy under the table, Zeller" Krissy rolled her eyes, as his jaw dropped open.
Beverley almost squawked with laughter as Jack led his daughter out of the room, his own lips twitching into a smile. Will, however, was more interested in Jack's apprehension for letting Krissy look at the case. Why was he so worried about her?
"This is exactly why I didn't want you on this case" Jack shook his head, as he led Krissy into his office.
"I'm right, dad" Krissy insisted.
"You see a family massacre and your mind goes straight to your brother. Now, that's not your fault Krissy, but it affects-" Jack began, as Krissy scoffed harshly.
"I know Ken didn't kill the Turner family!" Krissy barked, with her voice raised.
"There's no evidence to back up your 'hunch'" Jack pointed out, as Krissy's mind went to Abigail, only making her grow angrier.
"Will agrees with me" Krissy said, crossing her arms.
"It seems you and Will Graham agree on a lot these days" Jack accused, raising an eyebrow.
"He wasn't wrong about the copycat. He was just…" Krissy trailed off, as a realisation hit her.
The killer wanted to put a wrench in Will's theory. Will believed the copycat would never kill in the same way again, that he wouldn't leave any evidence. But Marissa's crime scene seemed so messy. How did he know that would go against Will's theory?
"Krissy, I don't want you on this case" Jack told her, causing Krissy's jaw to tense.
"Wow, thanks dad. Your faith in me is so touching" Krissy scoffed, as she stormed over to the door.
"I'm just trying to protect you!" Jack exclaimed, as Krissy wrenched the door open and left without another word.
"It's ridiculous! He's still treating me like a child!" Krissy announced, after ranting in Doctor Lecter's office for the past ten minutes.
"It is a father's natural reaction to want to shield their offspring from harm. Your smart enough to understand this" Hannibal pointed out, feeling like there was more to her anger.
"…It makes me feel weak. I'm doubting myself…maybe I am just seeing what I want to see" Krissy mumbled, running a hand through her hair.
"Your instincts have never been wrong in the past" Hannibal stated.
"This kid didn't come from an abusive household. At the most, there could have been some neglect. But that's it. So, I don't understand why he'd want to kill his whole family" Krissy went on.
"It sounds like you are in desperate need for Will Graham's expertise" Hannibal suggested, as Krissy shook her head.
"He's stumped too. We're missing something. Something obvious…" Krissy trailed off.
"Why did your brother kill?" Hannibal questioned, as Krissy's eyes snapped up to his, but he got no reply.
"I can't help you if you aren't willing to open up to me," Hannibal told her, as Krissy let out a long sigh.
"He was manipulated, abused, pressured…take your pick" Krissy muttered.
"We know this child was not abused. Perhaps he too is being manipulated?" Hannibal suggested.
"By his kidnapper. Jesse killed his mum last. Maybe there's a reason for that" Krissy realised; her forehead wrinkled in concentration.
"You have one of your hunches?" Hannibal queried, as Krissy nodded.
"Then what are you still doing in my office?" Hannibal asked as a smirk spread over Krissy's lips, as she pushed herself to her feet.
She was quick to rush over to the door, placing her hand on the doorknob, before she stopped herself. She needed to address the elephant in the room before she left.
"My dad still doesn't buy Abigail's story. He'll find out the truth soon enough. It's not too late to protect yourself" Krissy exclaimed, as Hannibal gave her a questioning look.
"You still haven't told him what you know?" Hannibal questioned, as she shook her head.
"Like he said about this case. There's no evidence. Until he finds that evidence, he won't believe anything I have to say" Krissy explained.
"Your keeping important information from the police. You could be arrested. Why keep this a secret?" Hannibal pushed further.
"Plausible deniability. Surely if I had any reason to believe you were covering for Abigail I wouldn't keep coming to these sessions, right?" Krissy pointed out, causing Hannibal to smirk.
"See you at our next week, Doctor" Krissy grinned, as she opened the door and left the room, leaving Hannibal to his thoughts.
Krissy was truly living up to his expectations, managing to surprise him on several occasions. She was involved in a dangerous game and didn't even realise she was a player. He wanted to see how far he could keep pushing her until she pushed back. Just how similar was she to her brother?
"Can I come in, Professor Graham?" Krissy teased, as she stood in the doorway of Will's large lecture hall.
"I'm not a Professor, Krissy" Will shook his head, fondly.
"Too bad. The name suits you" Krissy grinned, as she came to stand beside his desk.
"Is this a social call or…?" Will trailed off, as they both knew the truth.
"Beverley told me that you guys found another crime scene. Similar to the first, but with an added horror. A child's corpse in the fireplace" Krissy announced.
"Connor Frist. We found his prints at the Turner Family scene…there were at least three over footprints too" Will informed her.
"You got any theories yet?" Krissy questioned, jumping up onto the desk, her legs hanging off the edge.
Will seemed to suddenly become aware of how close she was to him, as he pushed his chair a few inches back, his eyes darting towards the floor. Krissy quickly realised why he looked so awkward, looking down to see how her skirt had ridden up.
"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" Krissy questioned, not sure if she was pushing the nervous man too far.
"Uh…no. Quite the opposite" Will muttered, fidgeting with his glasses on his lap.
"I make you feel too comfortable?" Krissy frowned, confused.
"You don't treat me like the others. Why?" Will asked, his eyes snapping up to hers.
"Because I don't see you like a museum exhibit, Will. You're just a man. Clever, and with some great hair…but still just a man" Krissy shrugged, as Will's lips twitched into a smile for just a moment.
"…The bullets used at the scene match three used in a murder a year ago. A thirteen-year old's mother was killed with her own gun. CJ. It seems he might be the leader to our 'lost boys'" Will explained, changing the subject.
"Any history of abuse?" Krissy asked, watching Will shake his head.
"It still doesn't make sense. This is all seems to be about motherhood. But why would CJ make them kill the mothers last?" Krissy wondered, aloud.
"Do you have your own theory?" Will questioned, as Krissy bit her lip.
"I think the leader might be someone else. A mother. Or at least someone who's desperate to be a mother" Krissy explained.
"A mother manipulating her son's into killing?" Will replied, quirking an eyebrow.
"Yeah. I know. It sounds like part of my damn autobiography or something" Krissy sighed.
"Jack doesn't want you on this case" Will told her.
"Well, I've never been one to listen to my dad's advice" Krissy mumbled, pushing herself off the desk.
"…How did she do it?" Will asked, a moment later, as Krissy frowned at him.
"Your mother. How did she…mould your brother into what he is now?" Will clarified.
"If I knew that maybe I'd have been able to save him" Krissy mumbled, before turning on her heel, not wanting to talk anymore about it.
Krissy had been up most of the night looking through different databases to find any strange occurrences with a woman and a group of children in the area the 'Lost Boys' were likely to be. She had just been thinking about giving up when she came across a statement from a rest stop employee about a strange woman and her two sons. It seemed that one of her son's had wet himself right by the counter, the employee stated that the boy seemed completely terrified. She was able to look at the footage that the employee had sent into the police and felt a chill go down her spine as she watched it through. The woman had a friendly voice as she talked to her son, telling him insistently not to worry about it…but Krissy could see how she clutched on roughly to his wrist as she led him away. The boy looked back to the employee, with fear in his eyes that Krissy had rarely seen before. It looked like he was almost begging the man to help him. She was quickly able to look up the boy using facial recognition, her eyes widening when she saw he was on the missing children database. Grabbing her jacket, she was rushing to her car without a second's thought, calling her father as she reversed out of the car park. She groaned when it went straight to voicemail, slamming her hand against the steering wheel.
"Dad, I think I've found them. Fayetteville, North Carolina. I'm driving there now. Pick up your bloody phone!" She cried, pressing down on the accelerator.
It was a long drive to Fayetteville, and luckily Jack picked up halfway through her journey, but he and any backup he could offer would still be trailing behind her. He insisted that she waited, but Krissy knew by then it could be too late. Another family could be dead. She wasn't going to let that happen. Krissy's heart beat wildly in her chest as she approached the front porch of Chris O'Halloran's house, finding the door had been left ajar. Of course it had, Krissy thought to herself with a sigh. She was really wishing she had a gun as she made her way through the house, hearing shouts from outside. Krissy picked up the nearest weapon she could find, a surprisingly large kitchen knife and silently opened the sliding doors to the garden. Her eyes widened as she saw a group of boys, one of whom had a gun raised at who she expected was the O'Halloran family. Without a second's thought, she raised her arm and sent the knife flying, as the sharp blade sliced the older boy's arm as it flew past, not quite making its target, but it still had the desired effect. She made a mental note to thank her father for letting her go to so many dart competitions when she was younger. The boy, who Krissy guessed was CJ, let out a cry as he dropped his gun to the floor. Krissy was quick to rush forward, grabbing the gun from his hand, as the other boys dropped to the ground.
"Get on your knees…now!" Krissy yelled, as CJ reluctantly kneeled.
Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a gate open further down the garden, and saw a Chris and the older woman from the rest stop walking through. Krissy's mouth dropped open as she saw the young boy was holding a gun and froze for a moment.
"Hands in the air! Both of you!" Krissy announced but made no move to raise her gun.
Krissy felt her blood boil as the older woman smirked, grabbing Chris by the wrist, and pulling him away. They both knew that Krissy wasn't going to be able to shoot the young boy. Krissy quickly started to chase the pair, sprinting over the grass, and pushing the gate open they had come through. She almost ran into the pool that was hidden behind the gate, sliding to a halt.
"It's over! Let him go!" Krissy shouted, as the woman turned, grabbing the gun from Chris and aiming it at Krissy.
"Let him go?! He's mine! No one is going to take him from me!" The woman screeched, a manic look in her eyes, as Krissy raised her own gun towards her.
"Chris…hey, look at me! I need you to walk towards me. I'm not gonna' hurt you. I want to help" Krissy insisted, holding her hand out.
"Don't listen to her, Christopher" The woman argued, sliding her arm over his shoulder.
"She's not your mum. Your real mum is back there. This…this imposter is just using you! She doesn't care about you, Chris! She wouldn't do this if she did" Krissy went on, as Chris's eyes darted between the two women.
"I just wanted to help you find your real family. And I have…you can't leave us now" The woman told Chris.
"She's insane, Chris! Just listen to her, it's over. It's all over. If you come with me now…we can make things right. You don't have to be like this" Krissy cried, taking a step forward.
"Stay back!" The woman warned her, her finger itching to pull the trigger.
"Are you a killer, Chris? Is that who you really are?" Krissy asked, stepping closer, regardless of the woman's warnings.
"N-no…I don't want to hurt anyone…" Chris mumbled, tears welling in his eyes.
"You've disappointed me, Christopher" The woman scolded, her hand tightening on his shoulder.
Before Krissy had time to react, the woman had thrown Chris into the pool, as he splashed around manically. Krissy's eyes darted between the two, as she edged towards the water, hearing Chris splutter as the water pulled him down.
"He…help! I can't…swim! H-help!" Chris choked, dropping under the water's surface.
With gritted teeth, Krissy made her decision immediately and dived into the pool. She was quick to get her arms around Chris, pulling him back to the surface easily. Chris sobbed as he clung onto Krissy, as she swam towards the pool's edge, feeling him shake against her. She was able to easily push him out of the pool, due to his age and decreased weight, and looked around for where his kidnapper had gone. Krissy frowned as she saw the woman was nowhere to be seen and wondered whether she had tried to escape. Suddenly, Krissy felt a hand grab her hair as she was roughly shoved under the water's surface, letting out a choked gasp. Krissy thrashed manically against the attacker's arms, but they just pressed down harder. Krissy screamed under the water, as she could just about make out Chris's kidnapper was the attacker. She felt water stream into her mouth, her heart hammering in her chest, as a sense of doom washed over her. Krissy's head felt like it was being crushed by an invisible force as she gasped for air. She was going to die. She was dying. Not knowing what else she could do, Krissy went still suddenly, surprising the woman. Krissy let herself slowly float towards the surface as the grip on her head lessened. The woman clearly thought she was either unconscious or dead.
"Christopher…come here…" Krissy could hear the muted words come from the woman, who had turned away from her.
Silently, Krissy pushed her face above the water's surface, sucking a quick breath before surging forward. Grabbing the back of the woman's head, she slammed it into the edge of the pool as hard as she could. Once, twice, three times, until blood was pouring out of the woman's skull and discolouring the water around them. Krissy's hand shook from where it was tangled in the woman's hair as she heard her gurgle out a laugh.
"I…I know an orphan when I see one-" The woman began but was cut off as Krissy shoved her head against the pool even harder, blood splattering over her.
She kept going until the woman's face was completely disfigured, her skull cracked and leaking blood all over Krissy. She could hear someone screaming from nearby, and realised that it was her own voice. Krissy let the woman's now unrecognisable face drop under the surface, wiping blood away from her clouded vision. Her shaking hands gripped onto the bloody edge of the pool, panting heavily. Her head snapped up as she heard screaming from nearby, and saw Chris trying to crawl away from her, a terrified expression on his face.
"Chris…I…I had to…wait…" Krissy exclaimed, as she tried to push herself out of the pool.
Before she could, a hand slammed down near her head, as she turned to see a familiar figure kneeling beside the pool. Krissy's heart thumped so hard she thought it would burst through her chest, as panic coursed through her veins. She didn't think it was possible, but now she was even more scared than she was a moment ago.
"Ken?" She gaped, as her brother smirked down at her.
He moved to hold his hand out to her, as blood dripped down his fingers, a sinister look in his eyes. Krissy frowned at the offered limb as she felt a shiver go down her spine. Her brother wasn't there. He couldn't be.
"No…no…your not real…You're not real!" Krissy panted, as she scrunched her eyes shut.
With her hands balled into fists, her eyes slowly fluttered open a second later to find there was no one there. Only Chris looking even more scared, as he pushed himself to his feet, almost slipping as he did so. Krissy practically jumped out of her skin when she felt hands suddenly touch her arms and looked up to see Will looking down at her. Krissy didn't trust herself to talk as he and another man, dressed in a S.W.A.T uniform helped to pull her out of the pool. Krissy's whole body shook as she looked down at her hands, feeling bile rise in her throat. She felt like she was seconds away from a panic attack.
"Krissy, where is she?" Will questioned, as Krissy's eyes snapped up to his.
"I…I killed her…" Krissy trailed off, turning towards the pool.
Will's face paled as he could see the blood that coated the surface of the pool near them, and the clear outline of a corpse at the bottom. The relief he had felt at seeing Krissy alive was slowly wearing off, but he kept his hands gripping her arms tightly. He was worried they might have been too late. Blood was splattered all over her face, coating her eyelashes, all the way down to her neck. It looked like she had been involved in a massacre. He heard footsteps racing behind him and turned to see Jack crouching down and quickly pulling Krissy into his arms as if he could shield her from the world. Will frowned when he saw another familiar face walking towards the pool. Hannibal Lecter. Krissy's traumatised cries made him turn away from his psychiatrist, as Will realised he was still holding onto one of her arms, and found for once he didn't want to pull away.
Hannibal's eyes practically devoured the sight of Krissy drenched in blood, as he licked his lips, clearly having got the answer to his earlier question.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Well, that was an intense end, wasn't it? We're going to see how this event has traumatised Krissy in the following chapters, as she shows her more vulnerable side to Will and leaves herself open to manipulation from Hannibal. If your confused about Krissy's backstory, don't worry all will be revealed! Please leave a review:)
BaDWolF89: Aw, thank you! Glad you're liking it:)
Black Star 145885: Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad you're enjoying their relationship, lots more to come. Krissy's definitely been showing her dark side more in this chapter, haha.
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