Chapter 34
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The fact that Pazzi was dead meant that Saskia was a suspect but she was ruled out quickly. She wasn't in the country when it happened, and her links to the FBI helped clear her name even quicker.
Both Leroy and Pazzi were dead, alongside Mason. Chiyoh was with them and planned to stick around for a time.
As always, Saskia had a plan in place if Chiyoh didn't turn out to be a good investment. One that would end with a meal if Chiyoh decided to go against her, and as a result, them.
It meant Saskia could enjoy a nice glass of whiskey without a worry… until Will decided to squeeze into her space, wanting attention like a damned dog. She gave him it, running her fingers through his hair as they turned on the hidden TV and began watching a random show.
Eventually, when a true crime show came on, Will began to make comments about it. It was the same thing with Hannibal when a culinary show. It was great entertainment to watch her men talk as if they had no interest in such subjects.
To see them in their true state, even in it being only a minuscule portion of it, made her happy. There was nothing like seeing the small, more secret bits of her lovers, even if it meant seeing the same, more nerdy and obsessive parts of them. She wanted to sit through each and every rant about proper procedure and protocol in a true crime scene or kitchen menu.
They listened to her rants about her books and stories, about her world-building and how characters and everything else.
The best rants, however, were when all three of them would talk, comparing techniques and future plans. They never really planned a lot but it was always good to have a few.
Hannibal wanted to visit Lithuania one more time, taking Will and Chiyoh. The woman didn't want to go but there was something that persuaded her. Hannibal had a type of control on her, an unpredictable type of control since they didn't know how far Chiyoh would listen.
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Saskia left for the US a week later.
The day that her lovers were supposed to come back, the hour they arrived in Baltimore, and the minute they parked their car in the driveway, the FBI was leading Saskia out of the house in handcuffs.
A group of armed police surrounded her, guns aimed and trigger fingers ready as Saskia gave them all dark, untold looks but she didn't fight them.
As much as she was a fighter, she wouldn't be a good one when she was against a small army of guns, all ready to end her life without her permission.
If she was going to die, it was going to be at her bequest, at her wanting and desire.
She had no use for the desire of man.
Her death would suit no one but her.
She didn't suit an unending, unfulfilling death.
But it would the person who helped catch her.
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The look in her eyes made the experienced judge shiver.
The look of complete and utter evilness in her gaze unsettled him, something that didn't happen often. There was no kindness, no human recognition in those dark eyes of hers, perhaps an edge of hunger for something that couldn't be accepted by society, but nothing else left in her.
Saskia Alasite had been decided as too dangerous to let walk into the courtroom so she was wheeled into it with three guards around her at all times. Her face was obstructed by a black shield mask that kept the lower portion of her face covered, preventing her from biting or otherwise harming someone by the use of her sharp teeth.
The white straightjacket was a stark comparison to her black trousers, all issued by the county as she waited for trial in prison. She had been alone for the last while, secluded away from other inmates after she threatened to kill another if they dared touch her or even speak to her.
She had been allowed to sit down at the threat of guns being pointed at her, so she complied and sat down in her seat near the corner of the room, armed guards around her and no one else near her.
Her shield mask was taken off, again as long as she complied with orders, it would remain so. The guards had on helmets that protected their faces anyway.
"Let's begin," The judge said. "This is the state's case against Alexandria Alasite."
Saskia interrupted quickly, making the guards around her shift their feet in preparation of anything she would do. "Pardon me, your Honour, but my name isn't Alexandria Alasite,"
"That's is what is in front of me, Ma'am,"
"I've had it changed for several years now, almost a decade," Saskia said. "And I would prefer to be called by what is on my identification rather than what was on my former birth certificate."
"And what is the name?"
"Saskia Alasite is my name."
"Fine." The judge made a note. "This is Maryland's case against Saskia Alasite. The charges have already been presented to you and the court beforehand. What do you plead, Doctor Alasite?"
Her humanity sat in the back row of the courtroom, the heavy presence of Wendigo, Lycan a welcome feeling.
She smiled widely, more feral than human, and told of deep, uneasy divinity.
"Oh, I plead Insanity."
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After a long trial, with enough evidence for three different cases, Saskia was named the Chesapeake Ripper, Butcher, and Slasher, bundled all into two triple life sentences in the Baltimore State Hospital For The Criminally Insane.
She had pleaded guilty but insane to all of Hannibal's and Will's killings, taking the blame off of them easily and making it so they wouldn't be questioned after returning for so long and suddenly after Leroy's death.
She doubted she would get to see many people for the next long while, but she wasn't really bothered by the silence but more by the absences of her canine companion and lovers. She'd been alone for a long time now, too bad she didn't value the presence of others enough to be inconvenienced by their absences.
Her new cell was a large room cut in half with plastic glass to keep her in on her side while the other was attached to the door. She had white walls, a grey floor, toilet, bed, and table all in one room, leaving enough area to make it very much spacious for such a criminal as she.
She laughed at that thought.
A criminal?
Only because she was caught in the net for the time being.
Once she unravelled the net, cutting away what bound her, she'd hunt down the hands that caught her.
But for now, as guards had their guns planted at her back as they undid her straightjacket but ordered her to stay still, the room would do. They quickly got out of the encased area, locking the door before ordering her to put the straightjacket into the slot so it could be taken out. They put a set of clothes in the slot, telling her to change before they left with the straight jacket.
Saskia took one look at the white jumpsuit and sighed. She didn't really want to wear it but it couldn't be helped. Luckily, she got to wear her own underwear so she didn't have to worry about them being mixed up when laundry came. She hated other people doing her laundry.
Stripping down, she took off her court outfit, stripping off her human mask and skin like a monster shedding the layers that kept it sane. She zipped up her new jumpsuit, baring her true instincts and desires more and more as she realised she no longer had to hide herself.
The Kitsune stretched her arms up high and took control.
She was out.
The merging of the Kitsune and Saskia wasn't a spectacular affair to watch. She only laid on the bed, arms behind her head and ankles crossed as she sunk into her mind palace. It had been coming for a long while.
The saner and more controlled aspects of Saskia seemed to sink into her mind, forgoing all humanness that society demanded, taking on the more primal and instinctual behaviour of surviving of the Kitsune.
She sunk into her mind palace, the cold walls quickly building up around her as she sat on the armchair at the very centre of her mind. Rather than try and gain favour with gods well beyond her reach as many religious figures tried to come and make her repent or ask for forgiveness, she sent them away with a seed of doubt in their religions and molecules of she could be right in their minds, ready to hatch and grow like a parasite.
How many times did she get called that by the hospital staff?
Way too many to count.
Rather a parasite than prey.
It was just another reason why she was kept away from the others. Another was that she manipulated them too easily, like picking up a pawn and placing them where she wanted.
All that the psychiatrist and doctors could say about her was that she was on the spectrum. Though they didn't know if it was near Aspergers and autistics or narcissists and sociopaths.
Saskia and the Kitsune merged way too slowly to ever identify when it had started, blurring at the edges until they were one.
She was Vixen.
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"Hello, Jack Crawford," She grinned, snapping her book closed. "How can I help you?"
"Will's on a case," He said. "And he's requested your help."
"Oh? Do tell."
Jack looked at her.
She looked just as beautiful as ever, effortlessly with a touch of a loose braid in her hair as she sat in the middle of the table, legs crossed and head rested on a hand. Her smile was feral, fox-like and borderline dangerous, teeth on show but never giving away her loveliness to fear.
He put a picture against the glass, watching her gracefully leap off of the table to come to look at it with eagerness.
"Someone's been a busy boy," She muttered. "A naughty busy boy. Sorry, Jack, can't help ya."
"What do you mean?"
She gestured around. "Pictures aren't good enough for me. I'm kinda stuck here so…"
Jack sighed, he knew she was manipulating him into her way. If he wanted her help, he had to compromise. He couldn't get her sentence reduced, it was far too long, but he could do something about her situation.
"Fine."
"Field Trip!"
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