I do not own Hannibal. I only own Simone Hale and her mother.
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"Is your father still alive today?" he questioned wondering if that was why her mother would be so distraught about her daughter wanting to move out of the house.
"No, he killed himself after he shot me," I explained while looking at some of the art in the room. My vision wavered when I focused on an elk statue. Flashes of antlers, blood, and dark brown hair rushed through my mind before I was able to focus back on the doctor.
"Well then may I ask you a few more questions before we conclude?" he asked and I just nodded. I wanted to get this over with already so I could have a clean bill of mental health, and then I would be moving away from my mother as fast as I could.
"I see no problem with your mental state," Dr. Hannibal Lecter concluded as he shut his black notebook and he rose from the seat. I did the same with a smile on my face.
"Sorry to take up your time, Dr. Lecter. Thank you," I said holding out my hand for him to shake. He was the last psychiatrist that I ever had to deal with. My excitement must have shown on my face because he gave a small frown. I tried to tone it down, but I was just so happy that I would no longer have people trying to probe into my mind. I had enough going on in my mind for me to have to deal with doctors trying to dissect it. However, I was a bit nervous being in the office after having more flashes of this doctor preparing organs as beautiful meals.
"Have a good day, Simone," Dr. Lecter said as he escorted me out of the office and to where my mom was anxiously waiting. She jumped out of her chair as soon as we entered the waiting room.
"So what is wrong with her? Did you figure out what's wrong?" my mother immediately started asking and I glared at her.
"Ms. Hale, your daughter is fine. She does not have any mental issues whatsoever," he stated as if he had better things to do than deal with the panicked woman.
"That can't be true. It's not true. She has something wrong with her. She used to scream bloody murder every night because she had dreams about people being killed and cut to pieces, and then her dreams would come true on the news the next day. She's not normal. There is something wrong with her," my mother screamed belligerently.
My heart froze at how much she was yelling about this now. She had always told the other doctors, but I was praying she would not tell this doctor. However, the look on the doctor's face was of curiosity, which he had not expressed during the whole appointment. "Mom, he said I have a clean bill of health. Please, quit worrying about something that's not true," I said calmly but with an undertone of anger. I was so sick of dealing with her freaking out about this. "I'm sorry, Dr. Lecter, she's just stressed because I'm going to be moving out," I said to Dr. Lecter, but he never lost the curious look.
"What type of dreams?" he questioned and my eyes narrowed.
"Just nightmares, but nothing like she's saying," I said before my phone started ringing. I gave an apologetic look before rushing away from the office to answer the call. I could feel sharp eyes staring into my back while my mother's fretting sounded in the background.
"Hello," I answered confused since I did not know this number, and not many people called me unless I knew them.
"Hello, is this Simone Hale?" questioned a deep male voice.
"This is she, who is this?" I replied.
"This is Jack Crawford from the FBI. I'm calling to see if you will help us on a case?" the man explained his reason for calling.
"Why would you need my help for a case?" I asked hoping that the FBI had no idea about my ability, but why else would they call me?
"We know about your ability to see when somebody is going to be killed and where," the man stated and my heart dropped.
I was used to my ability, but I had never thought of using my ability to help. I know that makes me sound terrible, but I feared using this ability to change somebody's fate. I also did not want to bring a bad fate to my mom or myself just because I stopped somebody else's death. My last reason was that I did not want to continue to be psychoanalyzed or treated like a science experiment by the government.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry, but I have to go, goodbye," I said and hurriedly hung up the phone before the man could continue talking. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest as I turned around to face my freaked out mother and a now curious Dr. Lecter.
"Sorry about that, but it's getting late. Thanks for meeting with us today, Dr. Lecter. I hope you have a great afternoon," I said trying to get us out of the area as fast as I could while being polite. I had already seen what happens to people around Dr. Lecter when people are rude.
"It was nice to meet you as well Simone," Dr. Lecter said and I turned around with a sigh of relief until I opened the door to leave his office's waiting area.
A man wearing a tan trench coat and a hat was standing in my way. Another man with dark curly hair and wild light colored eyes was standing behind the intimidating man. "Hello Dr. Lecter, sorry for interrupting," the man standing in front of me said even though he was staring over my shoulder at Dr. Lecter and my now extremely panicking mother.
"Good evening, Jack, how may I help you? Good evening, Will," Dr. Lecter said as he walked towards the doorway and I moved to the side glancing nervously at the men and the open doorway after the men entered the waiting area.
"Well actually we are here to talk to Simone. It seems you just finished speaking with her," Jack, the intimidating man said to Dr. Lecter, but he was now watching me like a hawk so I would not escape.
"What have you done now, Simone?" my mother shrieked and I flinched at the sharp pitch.
"Nothing," I hissed feeling like a cornered animal.
"Don't lie, did you tell these people about a vision you had?" my mother yelled again and I really wished I could run as far away as I could.
"She didn't do anything wrong," Jack said calming down my mother. Will was staring at me in a calculating but also sympathetic way. "Dr. Lecter, since you have been working with us on cases, may we use your office to speak with Simone?" he asked Dr. Lecter, whose interest in me was increasing by the minute, which I could tell from his eyes.
"Only if I may sit in as well," Dr. Lecter said, which he received a positive response to his request.
"Simone, please enter the office," Jack said and my mother was glaring at me when I did not move.
"You're not giving me a choice with this. I just told you over the phone that I do not want to do this," I said moving backwards to make my run for it.
"Simone, don't do that. You go in there and let Dr. Lecter help you," my mother said as she grabbed my arm while digging her nails into my skin. I flinched at the feel of her grip, but she pulled me off balance before shoving me into the office. She had more strength then usual whenever she was angry and panicking, which she was doing now.
"Are you all right?" Will asked me as he entered the office followed by the two other men, who shut the office door behind them. My mother was still in the waiting area.
"No, I would be all right if I could leave," I said tersely.
"Simone, I know you don't want to do this, but if you used your power to help us, we could stop so many people from dying," Jack said taking a seat in front of me. I stared him down unflinchingly at what he was saying. I already knew that I could save people if I told the police or the FBI about my visions, but what would fate do to me or to those people if I told their original fates? Fate should not be meddled with because I knew it would only come back with a more painful outcome for whoever was saved.
"You don't fully understand what you're asking me to do," I said walking over to stand by the window and looked up at the clouds as another vision hit me.