Chapter 3
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AN: Never knew what a Mary sue was lol but thanks for educating me… Abigail isn't an idealized character for me as you will see in the coming chapter which I've written up to 10 as of an hour before posting this… I just don't like how whiney she is in the show. I get it she's lost her family and her father turned her into a monster but you can gain something from that… The best type of heroines to me are the ones who can get levelled to the ground and still find the strength to build themselves up. Oh and by the by this is FAN I repeat FANfiction so I can make Abigail into whoever I like… And I guess if you don't like her then… Don't read it others will I'm sure… Oh and thanks AjLovett I won't get discouraged thanks for the support!
To reviewers: I eat the rude. Lol man I love being a fannibal.
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Abigail smiled as she sat at the desk. She felt very accomplished in that moment. She wasn't sitting in an asylum room doing nothing. She was sitting at a desk. Doing a job. An important job. She was saying hello to equally unstable people such as herself. The door opened and she smiled as a round man with a neat beard walked in.
"Hello sir." She said with a smile. "If you'll take a seat Dr. Lecter will be with you in just a minute, can I get you a drink while you wait?" He laughed softly.
"Uhm yes please, water?" She reached into a mini fridge and pulled a Pierre water before pouring it into a glass and sticking sliced cucumber on the rim.
"That's fancy." He said.
"The best for Dr. Lecters patient's." She said with a soft expression as she handed it to him.
"What's your name if I can ask?"
"Abigail." She said not wishing to give out her recognizable last name.
"What a pretty name, I'm Franklin Debrow." He shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Debrow." She said before sitting back down at her desk. Silence settled over them but she could feel the man's eyes going to her every so often.
"You uhm… Look a little young to be a receptionist."
"I'm an intern." She said. "It's for school."
"Ah makes more sense." He said. "Are you a patient of his?"
"No I kind of am… His charge…"
"Charge?" she asked.
"Dr. Lecter is my guardian."
"Oh lucky girl…" She tilted her head. It was a strange thing to say. The door to the office opened and Hannibal smiled.
"Franklin, do come in." he said.
"Dr. Lecter." He said before walking in. He looked to Abigail who waved with a smile and he smiled back before closing the door.
"She's a very sweet girl Abigail." Franklin said and Hannibal eyed him as the man sat down. "She's your charge?"
"Yes, I have taken Guardianship over her… So Franklin, how are things?"
"Was she a patient of yours?"
"No." He said and Franklin slowly nodded.
"You don't want to talk about her."
"I want to talk about you." He said. "How are things?"
"Well… Not so good… You remember Tobias."
"Yes…"
"Can I ask a favor about him?"
"Depends…"
"I've been trying to look at my friends through your eyes as of late… What your diagnosis might be."
"So you're becoming a psycho analyst?"
"I'm becoming you…"
"Who are you analyzing?" He asked deciding to ignore his last comment.
"Tobias… Look I need your help I don't know what to make of him."
"What's happened?"
"He's been saying incredibly dark things…"
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Abigail smiled softly as Franklin came out of the room. She tilted her head seeing a worried look on his face. He went to leave but stopped and turned to look at her.
"It was nice meeting you Abigail."
"You too Mr. Debrow." She said and he nodded with a smile before walking out. She looked to Hannibal with a smile. "Can I get you anything?"
"No I'm fine…"
"Is he okay?" he looked her over as his hands slipped into his pockets.
"Why do you ask?"
"I don't know he went in with a smile on his face and he came out looking like someone ran over his puppy… You couldn't tell me anyways though I shouldn't have asked." He smiled with a nod.
"You're learning." He said before heading into his office and closing the door just as someone walked in to the waiting room.
"Hello, welcome to Dr. Lecters office. If you'll take a seat he will be with you shortly. Can I get you anything to drink while you wait?"
"Water?" The man asked with a smile.
"Of course." She prepared it and set it in his hand.
"Fancy."
"The best for Dr. Lecters patients." A few minutes later Hannibal opened the door and smiled.
"Joey do come in." He said stepping inside and letting the man walk in before he closed the door.
"Your receptionist… She's new?"
"Yes." Hannibal said as he sat down.
"She's very pretty." Hannibal tilted his head.
"Yes I suppose so…"
Any man that came into his office the next few hours made a mention of how pretty or nice Abigail was. Some spent the rest of the hour trying to gain information about her. A few stopped when he told them her age. But when all left his office they made a point to shake her hand and bid goodbye.
"It was nice meeting you Abigail."
"You too Mr. Cross." She said as a young man with blonde hair walked out. She looked to Hannibal with a smile. "I think that was the last one for today…"
"It was." He said as he checked his watch. "We have to get home and get ready." He said as he walked back into his office. Abigail walked to the door and peered in as she watched him water some plants and straighten some things out.
"Get ready for what?" She inquired.
"We have a concert tonight." He said. "We're going to the opera."
"Opera?" She asked with a smile.
"Yes I thought it would be a good for you to experience some soothing music."
"What are we seeing?" She asked.
"Turandot…"
"Isn't that the last opera Puccini ever did?" She asked and he looked to her surprised. "It was unfinished right?"
"Abigail you are more sophisticated then you have let on."
"Don't give me too much credit, I love the history of theatre but have never experienced it for myself… Turondot has always interested me though, I love the idea of the three riddles."
"Well then tonight shall be a wonderful night for you then." He said with a smile as he walked towards her and closed the door. "Alana apologized for not being able to take you shopping today, she was pre disposed."
"Oh that's alright."
"So instead I had a dress sent for you, it should be waiting at the house."
"You didn't have to do that."
"Of course I did." He said as he locked the door to his office. "After all I can't have you wearing skinny jeans to your first Opera."
"I guess you're right." She said with a smile. When they got to the house Hannibal handed her a white box which had been waiting outside on a cast iron table.
"We have to leave in an hour." He said as they headed up the stairs.
"Okay." She said as she headed down the hallway to her room. She got her shower washing her hair and then blow drawing it out before twisting her hair into a loose low bun with strands of hair framing her face. She walked over to the bed and opened the box before smiling softly and pulling the garment out. "Wow…" She said softly before her eyes landed on shoes. "Awe…" she said lifting up the six inch silver glittered shoes. They were outrageous for the dress, but considering the dress went to the floor she figured it wasn't a problem. She smiled before heading back into the bathroom to do her makeup, she figured something smokey.
Hannibal sighed as he checked his watch. They had two minutes before they were to leave the house. He had to admit he had been warned that women took their dressing down to the minute, but he still wasn't used to it. The wall concealing their living space moved open and he sighed.
"We'll have to work on your…" His voice trailed off. Abigail was walking out of the concealed stair well in a gold and champagne vintage gown with satin scooped neckline and beaded bodice that flared out at the skirt and fell to the ground elegantly. Her arms were covered with a rushed gold beaded sleeve that pointed over her hands.
"We'll have to work on what?" She asked and his eyes went to hers.
"Nothing…"
"It doesn't look right does it?"
"No you look… You look like a lady." He said. "Shall we?" he turned and headed off. Abigail smiled as she followed him out, he locking the door as her key was still with Alana. When they got into the car Abigail looked over to Hannibal with a smile.
"Thank you for the dress." She said.
"It fits you well." He said
"Yes it's the exact size I needed… It's also tailored… How did you know my measurements if I can ask?"
"I pay attention." He said and she smiled.
"My shoe size as well?" He nodded with a smile. "Well thank you."
"A pretty girl needs a pretty dress." She smiled softly as she looked out the window. She wasn't sure why but his words had pleased her greatly.
"I'm very excited, while I was getting ready I brushed up on some of my history of the play."
"What did you learn?"
For the next hour Hannibal was surprised at her vast knowledge of the play. From the opening night in 1926. To the gongs that were specifically made for the play and lost in a bet only to be found by another maestro. When she finished Hannibal smiled.
"Anything else?" he asked as he parked the car.
"Nope." She said and he smiled.
"You impress me more and more." He said before getting gout and walking to the other side of the car. He lent his hand and she slowly took it as she maneuvered out. They walked together to the theatre and headed up a line of marble stairs to a set of balcony seats. They sat up front and Abigail smiled as she looked over the crowd of elegantly dressed men and women. She realized in that moment, that though the death of her parents was tragic, it had opened a door unlike any she would have been able to walk through before.
Soon the curtain dropped before getting pulled back up and the Opera began. Hannibal listened but he did not watch. After all he had seen. Turandot many times, once at the met, so this was no new affair. Instead he watched Abigail who seemed thoroughly enthralled in the story. He could understand every word they said because he spoke French. But Abigail knew nothing of French still he could tell she was hanging on every word and understanding everything that went on. When the first act closed she sat back in her chair with a tilted gaze.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Well it's just not fair." She said.
"What isn't?" He asked and she turned to him.
"Well here there's this fine sweet perfectly suitable young man the prince of Tartary, all he wants to do is hit the gong three times to answer the riddles." He smiled, she had gotten more then he thought she would. "And those men Ping pang and pong won't let him, and what's with the crowd being mean to him, he just wants a chance with the princess?" He smiled.
"All things will be explained, do you like it so far?"
"The music is wonderful but… Did you hear something off?" he smiled.
"You have a good ear, there's a trombonist down there that is butchering the music." He said looking to the symphony. "Look he's being dismissed now." She looked to see a man walking off his instrument in hand.
"Poor guy, he now reminds me of the Prince of Tartary… Which reminds me did I miss his name?" She asked him.
"Not at all he's the unknown prince." He said.
"Ah…" She said catching on.
"I'm amazed at how much you got from the show considering you don't speak French."
"I speak a little." She said. "But not well I'm afraid… So I'm catching things here and there… Do you speak French?"
"I do." He said.
"Speak any other languages?"
"Russian, Danish, Italian, German, Spanish, and English."
"You added English in there which tells me it's not your first language…" She said and he smiled.
"You catch on…" Before she could ask what his first language was everyone took a seat and the next act started.
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Abigail smiled as she with Hannibal stood and applauded the group of actors. She couldn't imagine how hard it had been for them to do such a play that was not even finished to begin with. They sat down and Abigail smiled at Hannibal.
"So what did you think?"
"I thought it was very romantic… He gives her his name which could destroy him and she chooses to hold it precious within her for all time… I love the ending, his name is love, I was worried she was going to say his true name there for a moment." He smiled. "Why do you think they chose to do the play in French when that wasn't the original language they did it in?" she asked.
"I wish I knew, there are many variations of this play as you know though, they might have just chosen the one that sounded the best. Shall we head down to cocktail hour?" he asked as he stood.
"Sure." He leant his arm and she took it as they moved down the stair well. After a few moments he stopped. "What I it Hannibal?" She asked seeing his irritated look.
"I left my program."
"Oh I'll go back and get it and meet you downstairs." She said with a smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'll meet you downstairs." She said before disappearing up the stair well. He smiled as he continued down stairs and entered the large room filled with some of societies finest, but most of societies gaudiest.
"Dr. Lecter…" a woman in cropped black hair in a long white dress far too young for her age walked to him.
"Miss Bethes." He greeted.
"Who was that fine young lady I spotted you with?" She inquired.
"That would be my young charge Abigail Hobbs." He answered with a kind expression. It was hard to tolerate this woman. She was an ex actress one who at her age of sixty still believed she could wear low cut dresses and talk like a baby to woo a man.
"Hobbs?" She asked. "Hmm… That name sounds familiar." She shook her head as Hannibal just smiled. "Well she's absolutely lovely, where is she if I may ask I was looking forward to meeting her, so many are though…"
"I forgot my program and she went to retrieve it." He said before seeing her come down the stairs. "There she is." He waved at her and she waved back before she walked down into the crowd and disappeared.
"Oh she is lovely Dr. Lecter…"
"Abigail?" She turned as she moved through the crowd and smiled as she spotted a familiar face.
"Mr. Debrow." She said with a smile.
"I almost didn't recognize you…" Franklin said. "You clean up well."
"Oh thank you so much, you look very debonair as well."
"Not without much difficulty."
"I'm sure that's not true." He smiled.
"Are you alone tonight?"
"No… Dr. Lecter is around here somewhere I'm afraid I've lost sight of him…"
"Well here let me be your guide I have lost sight of my companion as well." He said lending an arm which she took.
"Thank you I'm afraid I'm not so good at navigating crowds."
"That's because you're petite, you need shoulders to make your way in crowds like this." She smiled softly.
"Oh there he is." Hannibal stiffened as he watched Abigail break through the crowd with Franklin.
"Oh look it's your patient." Bethes drawled.
"Dr. Lecter." Franklin said. "I found your charge."
"I got a little turned around in the crowd I'm afraid…" She said with a smile before turning to the woman. "Hello there, I'm Abigail Hobbs." She extended her hand.
"Such manners." She said with a smile taking her hand. "I'm Temperance Bethes. Pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine…" Abigail said with a sweet smile.
"Look at that girlish blush she where's all the time." Bethes said with a smile as she touched her cheek. "Such smooth lily white skin… How do you stay so fair darling girl?"
"I'm Irish." She said and the woman laughed.
"Oh she's funny taboot. Hannibal you have to be careful with this one and leaving her alone someone may snatch her up…"
"Not if I can help it." Hannibal said with a smile.
"Franklin there you are." They turned to see Tobias.
"Oh Tobias there you are." Franklin said. Hannibal watched as the mans eyes rested on Abigail.
"Now now who is this lovely creature?" Bethes rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Mr. Budge it's me Abigail Hobbs." Hannibal looked to her.
"Miss Hobbs." He said with a smile. "I almost didn't recognize you."
"You two know each other?" Hannibal inquired.
"Mr. Budge used to teach music at my school."
"That was a long time ago." He said with a smile.
"What a small world." She said with a smile.
"It is indeed… Do you still play piano?"
"Sporadically." She said with a smile.
"Well that's too bad you had a lot of potential. How do you know Franklin?"
"Uhm… Am I allowed to say?" She asked Hannibal who nodded.
"She's the charge of Dr. Lecter." Franklin said and she looked to him. "I'm not shy about it we all need help sometimes." He said to Abigail as he touched her arm. Hannibal tilted his head at Franklins touch and relaxed when he finally pulled his hand away from her skin.
"You're lucky to be in the care of Dr. Lecter." Tobias said. "After what your father did I mean." She looked to him as did Hannibal.
"What did her father do?" Franklin asked blinking.
"Abigail's father was Garret Jacob Hobbs the infamous serial killer and cannibal." Tobias said locking eyes with her.
"Oh… Wow…" Franklin said as Abigail looked off.
"Come Abigail they've set out the champagne and refreshments." Hannibal said. "Good night gentleman." He said leading Abigail off.
"What is wrong with you?" He heard Franklin asked.
"You handled that well." Hannibal said.
"It's common knowledge I shouldn't be surprised when it's pointed out." She said. "Mr. Budge seems different though, I mean not less creepy, he's just more forward about it now." They made it to the drink station.
"Champagne for me, Abigail what would like?" He asked.
"Water is fine." She said with a sweet smile. The items were handed over and they slowly faced the crowd to see many were looking to Abigail.
"I think who I am has spread about…" She said quietly as she took a sip of water.
"No I don't think so at all, you're a new person introduced into this society it would be natural they would be curious about you…"
"Cannibal." Someone hissed as they walked by.
"Hate to say it Dr. Lecter but I think you're wrong…" She said softly.
"That was quite rude…" Hannibal muttered taking note of the man who he knew as Redford Bailey. The next time he was in need of fresh meat Redford would be the man to supply it. "Would you like to leave?" He asked.
"Only if you do." He looked her over before looking to the crowd that was whispering. Normally he would want to see how a person would react to the pressure of a crowd talking about them behind their back while they were aware. But for some reason he couldn't do such a thing to Abigail.
"Come let's head into the night, we can find more interesting things to do." He said and she smiled softly as she set her water down and they headed off.
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For the next few days Hannibal and Abigail settled into a new routine. They would head into work together, come home and prepare a fine meal. Hannibal using the time to teach Abigail about the finer things. Then when the meal was done they would clean and head into the living room which now had two chairs and read silently for an hour before Abigail bid him good night and headed upstairs. Hannibal would stay down for an hour before heading up the stairs. He never went straight to his room though. He would walk down the hall and peek in on Abigail instead, to make sure she was still there. To make sure she was still safe. When he was satisfied that she was usually after re pulling the covers over her petite body he would head to his room and the next day their routine would happen again. So far neither had grown bored of it.
For the first time in near two weeks Abigail didn't go into work. She instead went out with Dr. Bloom for a day out on the town. Filled with shopping which Alana hoped concealed the counseling. When they got to the mall they walked around for a long moment before Alana looked to Abigail to see she was looking back.
"It's okay to ask question I know this isn't just a shopping trip." She said and Alana smiled.
"Alright, how is living with Hannibal going?" She asked.
"It's great, I'm learning a lot of new things… He took me to the opera two weeks ago… We saw Turandot."
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I did." She said with a genuine smile. "Afterwards though… People found out who I was and we had to leave…"
"How'd that make you feel?"
"I guess… Isolated…" She said and Alana was surprised she was being honest. "Dr. Lecter was very kind though and escorted me out… We went down the street and bought some books instead…" She smiled.
"You seem to like living with Dr. Lecter."
"I do, he's started letting me intern in his office."
"I know he told me… You two seem close."
"He's kind of taking the place of my dad, and I think that's a good thing… Is that a good thing?"
"Yes you could use a strong male figure in your life." She answered. This was the most she had gotten out of Abigail in sometime.
"I've been reading some of his books which are all on the mind… And it says that girls tend to look for men like their fathers to have romantic relations with."
"Usually…" She answered.
"I really hope it isn't too late to have Dr. Lecter affect me so I see him as a father figure and choose someone like him instead of like my father… Do you think it's too late?" She inquired.
"Honestly?"
"Yes." She said.
"You will always need to be very careful in the men you choose… Have you ever dated anyone before?"
"Dad forbid it." She said.
"My dad forbid me to date boys I still did it." Alana said and Abigail smiled softly.
"I did have someone…" She said quietly. "His name was Eli, but after what dad did to me and everything was found out he didn't even so much as break things off he just disappeared."
"Did you love him?"
"I don't think a seventeen year old can know what love is my brain isn't even fully developed."
"Very adult conclusion." Alana said.
"This would look pretty on you." Abigail said holding up a printed wrap dress to her.
"That's a very kind size you pulled." She said with a laugh as she pulled a different sized one. "I think you're right though and I do need some new dresses for work. You should try this one on." She said pulling a blue sundress."
"Also a very kind size." Abigail said pulling the right one. "Can I ask you a question now?"
"Sure."
"Are you and Will… You know." She made a strange hand movement and Alana laughed.
"No… We're just friends."
"I may not know about love being only seventeen but I do know about hormones and sexual tension and you two have the sexual tension going on…" Alana laughed.
"What would you know about sexual tension?" Alana asked. "You've had sex?"
"No just raped." She said and it caught Alana off guard. "But I have been standing in front of someone… their eyes locked on mine. Feeling their breath on my lips and know that in mere moments those lips would meet mind and for one single second the world would fall away and it would be just us…" Alana looked her over with a soft expression. "So yes I know a little bit about sexual tension." Alana laughed.
"You are an incredibly deep soul Abigail."
"I try now come on let's try these clothes on while you try to dive deep into my past." Alana laughed again.
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Hannibal smiled as he watched Abigail head upstairs with her fresh new wardrobe. When she disappeared he looked to Alana who was smiling as well.
"So how did your shopping session go?" He inquired.
"Well she actually opened up to me a little… I'm surprised at how deep her thoughts can be… Just when I think I've got her pegged down she throws me for a loop… She said something odd though about her rape…"
"What?" he asked.
"Well she dismissed it completely." She said.
"She's compartmentalizing things." He said.
"I know but I'm not sure that's for the best… Still she is happier then I have ever seen…"
"That's because I am happy." She said coming back down. "These got mixed up." She handed her a shoe box.
"Ah thank you." Alana said taking them. "Well I think I'll be off… Have a good night you two."
"Have a good night Dr. Bloom." She said walking her to a door.
"Good night Alana."
"Good night you two." She said before leaving. Abigail walked to the door and closed it before locking it and smiling.
"How was shopping?" He asked and she turned.
"I got everything you said I'd need, so I am set." She said with a smile. "Dr. Bloom was very helpful."
"I have to ask you something." He said.
"Am I in trouble?"
"No." he said.
"Then yes ask me anything." He smiled.
"I'm having a guest over for dinner tomorrow, but I want you to stay upstairs, it's a sort of… Meeting."
"Of course I'll make myself scarce you won't even know I'm here." She said with a smile. "Do you want me to help you cook at least?"
"Yes I'd like that very much." He said.
"Oh here I'll return this to you now." She reached into her messenger bag. "I finished it." She handed him a book which he had loaned her not three days ago.
"Lucifer effect you finished?" he asked.
"Yep."
"Really?" he asked and she smiled as she walked over to a chair in the living room and knelt on it before facing him.
"Quiz me." She said with a challenging quirked eyebrow.
"Alright what's the main question of the book?" he asked.
"Easy, how is it possible for ordinary average people to become perpetrators of evil?" He walked over to the chair next to hers and sat down as she curled her feet under her.
"A quotation." He said.
"The most dramatic instances of directed behavior change and mind control are not the consequences of exotic forms of influence such as hypnosis psychotropic drugs or brain washing but rather the systematic manipulation of the most mundane aspects of human nature over time in confining settings."
"Very good." He said and she smiled. "Now your thoughts on the book." He said.
"Well…" She shrugged. "I don't know it was hard to be objective about it because I related to it so… But I think that it was unique in many ways. It provides an amazing detailed chronology of the transformations in human character that took place during that one experiment."
"I thought so too." He said with a smile. "So how did this help you with the issues of your father." She settled back in the chair and looked him over.
"Are you analyzing me?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"No simply having a discussion." She looked him over for a long moment before looking off.
"I don't know maybe that I wasn't born a complete monster but made that way by the abuse inducted by my father." She said with a shrug.
"So there was abuse?" he asked and she just shrugged.
"He called it character building." She said before looking off. "I'm tired I'm going to go to bed."
"I was going to make pasta…"
"Thank you but I'm… I'm not very hungry." She said before heading away and Hannibal sighed as he watched her head up the stairs. He stayed down stairs for another hour. Not cooking. Not reading. Just wondering what he should do about Abigail. One minute the door was wide open for him to walk through the next it was shut and locked with a deadbolt.
He slowly headed upstairs. Careful to be quiet. After all he didn't want to wake Abigail up. Once she was awake she was awake until the next night when it was time to sleep once more. He walked to her room as he did every night and opened the door. He froze seeing she wasn't in her bed. Before he could panic his eyes shot to the chair by her book case to see her curled up in it a book laying across her lap as she slept. He smiled softly before walking over to her and taking the book away from her hands. He set it on her shelf before slowly picking her up in his arms and carrying her over to her bed.
He was always surprised at how light she was. It was like carrying a pillow instead of a body, and he should know, he had carried many bodies. He slowly laid her down in bed and pulled the covers up over her. He knelt down at the bed and pushed a strand of her red hair from her eyes. Hannibal smiled softly as he looked her over. The last time he had watched someone sleep it hadn't been to ensure their safety, but to wait their imminent death. He smiled as a fond memory slowly made its way to the forefront of his mind.
Dr. Clarkson lay nearly completely still on the cold metal table. The only movement he made was his chest rising and falling as he took slow deep breaths. Hannibal had to wonder if his meals usually took this long to wake up or if it was just because he was excited for Dr. Clarkson to wake that it seemed like it was taking a long time. He smiled as he watched Dr. Clarksons eyes shoot open.
"Hannibal?" he asked as he looked around before he tried to move only to find his hands taped down. "What the fuck is this!?"
"Don't yell such obscenities…" Hannibal said as he stood up straight. "It's rude…" He said walking to the end of the table where Dr. Clarkson would have to struggle to see him.
"What the hell is this?" he asked.
"You know what else was rude?" Hannibal asked as he reached to his table of tools. "Raping Abigail Hobbs."
"I didn't touch her… She's lying!"
"She doesn't lie… Not to me." Hannibal said.
"The bitch is lying!" Hannibal sliced his foot with the scalpel making Dr. Clarkson yell in pain as the skin ripped down to the muscle.
"Don't… Don't call her that." He said as he pulled the bloody scalpel away from his foot. "Now I have to get another…" he muttered throwing that one aside and unwrapping a new sterile scalpel.
"What the hell do you care!?" He asked. "Obviously you don't have an issue hurting people!"
"No… But I have an issue when people touching my things…" Hannibal said walking to Dr. Clarkson's side.
"She's a human being…"
"You treated her like an object though didn't you Dr. Clarkson?" Hannibal asked.
"What is your obsessions with her?" He asked his voice shaking. "Why do you even care?" Hannibal looked down at the scalpel. "Are you fucking her?" Hannibal grabbed onto his ear and with expert precision sliced it off. Dr. Clarkson screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Now look what you made me do, I have to get another scalpel…" he said tossing it away before unwrapping another one.
"You're crazy!"
"No I'm not, I know exactly what I'm doing…" He said. "You touched my Abigail… You made her feel so miserable that she took a bottle of Vicodin and sliced open her own throat." He said setting the scalpel on his jugular.
"Your Abigail?" He asked breathing hard. "She's not yours."
"You're very wrong about that…" He said as he looked over his body wondering which organ he was going to take from Clarkson first.
"Are you two in a relationship?"
"In a sense." He said.
I'm sure Abigail would eat part of his liver if made to look like a pot roast…
"In a sense?" he asked.
"I am her father…"
"Garrett Jacob Hobbs was her father."
"A bad one, I am her rightful father… Her teacher…"
"What are you teaching her?"
"Everything…" he said with a smile. "Now I think that's enough chit chat, it's rude to play with my food…"
"Food?" He asked. "Food what food!?" He yelled.
"Feel free to scream all you wish…" Hannibal said as he put a set of gloves on. "No one can hear you…"
"I'm going to pass out…" He said his breaths coming in fast and hard.
"Oh no you won't, I have adrenaline ready to shoot you up with… Don't you worry about that…"
"What are you doing!?" He yelled as he watched him set his hand on his chest. "What are you doing Hannibal!?"
"I'm going to extract your kidneys, liver, spleen, lungs, and while your brain is still aware of what's going on I will rip out your still beating heart and show you it before you expire." Before Dr. Clarkson could say anything Hannibal made his first incision and the mans head threw back as he let out a silent scream of agony.
"Hannibal?" His eyes snapped forward as he was pulled out of his memory. He looked to the window to see it was light. "What are you doing in my room?" Abigail asked softly as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"I came to wake you…" he said lying quickly, only to find it tasted foul. "Get ready I need your help to prepare for the dinner with that acquaintance tonight."
"Oh okay." She said sitting up. Hannibal looked her over surprised. There wasn't a hair out of place. It was like she had been resting her eyes not sleeping. "I'll get a shower and get dressed."
"We leave in an hour." He said as he headed to the door as he closed it he watched Abigail walk into her bathroom. As the door closed he caught a glimpse of her taking off her shirt and he quickly glanced away before his hand slid down his suit and he walked down the hallway to his own room.