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Truth be told, it was the pure, rapid rush of blood in his veins that kept him standing. That prompted him to move—forward, slow, steady steps. The air wasn’t unbearable, biting cold. But it was chilly. He could hardly register discomfort, as he found himself lost in the moment presented to him. He would be taking his first life.
Since he’d killed Garrett Jacob Hobbs.
This time around, it was driven by a corrupt need to provide himself with a meal that he couldn’t quite get enough of. Days were spent starving when it all began, but as sanity began to crumble, he began to care less and less. While he moved, there was the brief thought crossing his mind of what coaxed Lecter into cannibalism. Was it the same circumstances? A strange craving, sanity pulled from him when he denied it?
When he arrived at the door, the empath stood motionless for what felt like a long time. He had no information as to who lay beyond the barrier. In a sick realization, he’d placed faith in Hannibal to choose someone that he could easily kill. Only a few minutes past before, abruptly, he’d backed away to kick the door down. It slammed open, and he stormed his way inside—already, knew that the victim was more than likely alarmed and bracing themselves, but he hadn’t the patience to sneak in or knock and wait.
There was a struggle—the man had brought a bat when Will ran into him, and he was quick in the way he struck him in the chest. It left him wheezing long enough for him to be able to get the bat away.
Needless to say, he’d knocked the man unconscious and proceeded to strangle to him.
Will stepped back to the doorway, standing there a moment before he eventually made his way back to the car. The man had been killed—and, in all honesty, it felt good.
For all that it was worth, Hannibal could watch Will thinking about his options whilst standing at the front door. The politest thing to do would have simply been to knock and await an answer, though Hannibal was sure that it wasn’t quite something that would cross Will’s mind when he was about to kill a human being for himself, for his own survival.
Garrett Jacob Hobbs had been something else. He hadn’t been for Will’s survival, though if he were to allow the scene to go on for long enough without making a movement, perhaps it would have been. Garrett Jacob Hobbs had been for the survival of his daughter Abigail, to stop a killer before he could kill again. Though with Will on the verge of becoming a killer himself, how much better did that make him?
The last thing Hannibal saw of Will was him kicking down the door and entering the home by force. He was certain that it was a handy skill to have, though it surely would have never been meant to be used in murder, but perhaps the saving of lives. There was no point in pondering over that, though. All Hannibal could do was wait until Will disappeared.
Which, luckily, hadn’t been too long.
With Will back at the car, Hannibal dared give him the smallest of smiles, perhaps something that could be more comparable to a smirk. Not a word left Hannibal’s mouth before he grabbed what he needed, notably a scalpel and storage for the organs. While Hannibal expected Will to kill, he couldn’t expect him to neatly remove the organs from the body. Perhaps, through watching Hannibal, Will would pick up a few things and be able to make do with what he could. After all, Will couldn’t be dependent upon Hannibal forever.
“Would you care to watch?” Hannibal questioned as he gathered the last of what he needed, almost hinting as that Will should watch. “If you don’t wish to, then you may wait in the car.”
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