Post by Hannibal Lecter on Aug 20, 2007 21:25:13 GMT -5
Hannibal walked down the street. He was wearing baggy, black, gothic pants with chains on them with a long, black trench coat over the top to a black suit. Everything he was wearing had large, gaping holes in them; it looked like they had been badly burned.
Hannibal himself didn't look to good either. He had one of his arms in a home-made cast and sling, his neck was bruised and badly burned, and if you looked through the holes in the suit top you could see blood-soaked bandages covering angry deep slashed from a Demon blade. Aside from his clothes and wounds, Hannibal's eyes, usually a calm red, were bloodshot and too bright. The dark circles under his eyes stood out on his white skin. His brown hair that was usually perfect, wasn't cut or combed and stuck out in weird directions.
Hannibal walked down a street in the middle of New York City in the dead of night, making as much noise as he please. After the fight with Axon, and after he had to be saved by Lucy, a lycan girl, Hannibal decided that he didn't care about what happened. This fight that roughed up the crazed man walking happened just a few days ago and it was still heavy on Hannibal's mind.
Suddenly Hannibal stopped his drunken stagger down the street and became unnaturally still, as though listening. Hannibal stood like that for about a half an hour, just standing in the middle of the street, stock-still, listening to a noise that no one else could hear.
After a half hour of that Hannibal threw back his head and let out a laughter that was so other-wordly and loud that half the street peeked out of their windows and the other half came out to stare at the crazy man in the street. Hannibal stood laughing in the street, obliviouse to everything. He was also obliviouse to the sirens coming closer. There was one police car just to make sure that Hannibal didn't have a gun, and a large, white truck with no label and a netted window in the back.
Hannibal was still laughing when the men in white coats came up behind him with a large needle full of questionable liquid. Hannibal still laughed after the stuck the needle into his arm and shot him full of the questionable liquid. Hannibal stopped laughing when they, seeing that the first shot didn't work, tried to stick him again. It was then that Hannibal started to stuggle. The two burly men in white coats grabbed ahold of him, not minding the cuts or the shattered arm at all. Hannibal let out a terrific scream of hate and agony that some children still have nightmares about, and started shaking all over. Hannibal kicked and screamed his horrible scream, and then suddenly, he went limp. The white coats were so suprised by this act that they dropped him.
Hannibal grinned manically as his plan worked perfectly. He got up, in spite of his immence pain, and ran for the hills, the cops and white coats close at his heels. The cuts on Hannibal's legs that he spent so much time stitching, started to come undone. The stitches were falling out and the cuts were bleeding freely. Hannibal tried not to slow for the pain but he couldn't help it. Hannibal slowed and the next thing he felt was a needle being jammed into his arm and his eye lids getting heavier.
Hannibal tried to fight against the strong hands that carried him, but couldn't do more then feebly shake. They had given his a total of four tranquililizers, enough to kill a human, but just enough to put a vampire under. Of course the men in white coats didn't know that there were vampires so they thought Hannibal was going to die and they were amazed when he didn't die in the truck.
HANNIBAL'S DREAM:
Hsnnibal is 6 years old again and he watches his 4 year old sister, Mischa, play in the metal tub in the back yard of their little cottage-like house in some country. She is beautiful and she is playing with a purple colored flower that she can just reach from her bath tub. She loves the color purple, just like her eyes. Hannibal is full of an overwhelming love for his sister. Hannibal is hungry and he wonders where his parents have gone off to. They can't have left the house but he hadn't heard them in forever. Hannibal stands up and pats Mischa's head as he walks past her. Hannibal gets to the door and can sense that something is wrong. He pushes the door open and runs into the house. He can see nothing out of the ordinary here. He runs up the stair into his parents bedroom and stops short. His mother's head is cut open from ear to ear, it looks like she has a giant, bloody grin on her face. His father has no limbs, they are strewn around the room, and is laying on top of Hannibal's mother, he also has a deathly grin.
END OF HANNIBAL'S DREAM.
Hannibal screamed, "NO!" into the room full of doctors and fought against his restraints, he was strapped to a gurney. Hannibal was in a hospital gown and when he screamed all the doctors looked at him over their hospital masks. One of them leaned over Hannibal's face. Hannibal reached up slowly, as if to whisper in his ear, but instead of saying anything, Hannibal bit the doctor's ear and pulled, yanking off part of it with his teeth.
The doctor let out a cry of suprise and pain and pulled his head away from Hannibal. Hannibal grined and licked the ear into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed, eating the foolish man's ear. The doctors looked at him in horror and one of them motioned and Hannibal's gurney was wheeled out of the room. Hannibal looked over his head to the teenager wheeling him around, he looked pale.
Hannibal smiled and said in a smooth voice that he could use to bend anyone's will, "Hey kid, you might want to get yourself checked out. You look sick." The kid looked at Hannibal in horror and suprise that he was talking to him.
"Yeah uh," the kid's voice was thick with a New York accent. "I don't look as bad as you man. I mean what happened to you anyway?" The kid seemed genuinly interested.
"Ah now, you wouldn't believe me if I told you the details. I'll just tell you that it was one helluva fight kid. My name is Hannibal Lecter, I would shake your hand, but..." Hannibal motioned to the strapps holding him in and strained against them, his thin white wrists pushing up against the heavy leather strap. Hannibal winced, he had forgotten that his arm was shattered. He had remembered that his chest was screwed up because whenever he breathed in and out he felt a sharp jab all over.
"They took off your bandages mister." The kid was talking again. "They poked and prodded ya. You're pretty messd up mister. I woulda liked to see you in action mister. You may look small but you got some kinda muscles to have needed and lived through four of those tranks. Oh, we're here." The kid stopped outside a door like all the other ones marked 666.
Hannibal chuckled at the number. "Thanks for the number kid."
"My name is Johnny Tremain, by the way. I'd really like to talk to ya again Mr. Lecter, if ya need anything just ask for Johnny."
Hannibal smiled as he was helped into the room, his legs were still messed up because of the stitches that came out. "Dr. Lecter Johnny, Dr. Lecter."
Johnny looked amazed at the fact that a man that he had just seen bite somebody's ear off could be a doctor. Hannibal smiled and layed down on the slim, generic hospital bed and criss-crossed his arms on his chest, winced from the pain of his shattered left arm, and closed his wary red, bloodshot eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Hannibal himself didn't look to good either. He had one of his arms in a home-made cast and sling, his neck was bruised and badly burned, and if you looked through the holes in the suit top you could see blood-soaked bandages covering angry deep slashed from a Demon blade. Aside from his clothes and wounds, Hannibal's eyes, usually a calm red, were bloodshot and too bright. The dark circles under his eyes stood out on his white skin. His brown hair that was usually perfect, wasn't cut or combed and stuck out in weird directions.
Hannibal walked down a street in the middle of New York City in the dead of night, making as much noise as he please. After the fight with Axon, and after he had to be saved by Lucy, a lycan girl, Hannibal decided that he didn't care about what happened. This fight that roughed up the crazed man walking happened just a few days ago and it was still heavy on Hannibal's mind.
Suddenly Hannibal stopped his drunken stagger down the street and became unnaturally still, as though listening. Hannibal stood like that for about a half an hour, just standing in the middle of the street, stock-still, listening to a noise that no one else could hear.
After a half hour of that Hannibal threw back his head and let out a laughter that was so other-wordly and loud that half the street peeked out of their windows and the other half came out to stare at the crazy man in the street. Hannibal stood laughing in the street, obliviouse to everything. He was also obliviouse to the sirens coming closer. There was one police car just to make sure that Hannibal didn't have a gun, and a large, white truck with no label and a netted window in the back.
Hannibal was still laughing when the men in white coats came up behind him with a large needle full of questionable liquid. Hannibal still laughed after the stuck the needle into his arm and shot him full of the questionable liquid. Hannibal stopped laughing when they, seeing that the first shot didn't work, tried to stick him again. It was then that Hannibal started to stuggle. The two burly men in white coats grabbed ahold of him, not minding the cuts or the shattered arm at all. Hannibal let out a terrific scream of hate and agony that some children still have nightmares about, and started shaking all over. Hannibal kicked and screamed his horrible scream, and then suddenly, he went limp. The white coats were so suprised by this act that they dropped him.
Hannibal grinned manically as his plan worked perfectly. He got up, in spite of his immence pain, and ran for the hills, the cops and white coats close at his heels. The cuts on Hannibal's legs that he spent so much time stitching, started to come undone. The stitches were falling out and the cuts were bleeding freely. Hannibal tried not to slow for the pain but he couldn't help it. Hannibal slowed and the next thing he felt was a needle being jammed into his arm and his eye lids getting heavier.
Hannibal tried to fight against the strong hands that carried him, but couldn't do more then feebly shake. They had given his a total of four tranquililizers, enough to kill a human, but just enough to put a vampire under. Of course the men in white coats didn't know that there were vampires so they thought Hannibal was going to die and they were amazed when he didn't die in the truck.
HANNIBAL'S DREAM:
Hsnnibal is 6 years old again and he watches his 4 year old sister, Mischa, play in the metal tub in the back yard of their little cottage-like house in some country. She is beautiful and she is playing with a purple colored flower that she can just reach from her bath tub. She loves the color purple, just like her eyes. Hannibal is full of an overwhelming love for his sister. Hannibal is hungry and he wonders where his parents have gone off to. They can't have left the house but he hadn't heard them in forever. Hannibal stands up and pats Mischa's head as he walks past her. Hannibal gets to the door and can sense that something is wrong. He pushes the door open and runs into the house. He can see nothing out of the ordinary here. He runs up the stair into his parents bedroom and stops short. His mother's head is cut open from ear to ear, it looks like she has a giant, bloody grin on her face. His father has no limbs, they are strewn around the room, and is laying on top of Hannibal's mother, he also has a deathly grin.
END OF HANNIBAL'S DREAM.
Hannibal screamed, "NO!" into the room full of doctors and fought against his restraints, he was strapped to a gurney. Hannibal was in a hospital gown and when he screamed all the doctors looked at him over their hospital masks. One of them leaned over Hannibal's face. Hannibal reached up slowly, as if to whisper in his ear, but instead of saying anything, Hannibal bit the doctor's ear and pulled, yanking off part of it with his teeth.
The doctor let out a cry of suprise and pain and pulled his head away from Hannibal. Hannibal grined and licked the ear into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed, eating the foolish man's ear. The doctors looked at him in horror and one of them motioned and Hannibal's gurney was wheeled out of the room. Hannibal looked over his head to the teenager wheeling him around, he looked pale.
Hannibal smiled and said in a smooth voice that he could use to bend anyone's will, "Hey kid, you might want to get yourself checked out. You look sick." The kid looked at Hannibal in horror and suprise that he was talking to him.
"Yeah uh," the kid's voice was thick with a New York accent. "I don't look as bad as you man. I mean what happened to you anyway?" The kid seemed genuinly interested.
"Ah now, you wouldn't believe me if I told you the details. I'll just tell you that it was one helluva fight kid. My name is Hannibal Lecter, I would shake your hand, but..." Hannibal motioned to the strapps holding him in and strained against them, his thin white wrists pushing up against the heavy leather strap. Hannibal winced, he had forgotten that his arm was shattered. He had remembered that his chest was screwed up because whenever he breathed in and out he felt a sharp jab all over.
"They took off your bandages mister." The kid was talking again. "They poked and prodded ya. You're pretty messd up mister. I woulda liked to see you in action mister. You may look small but you got some kinda muscles to have needed and lived through four of those tranks. Oh, we're here." The kid stopped outside a door like all the other ones marked 666.
Hannibal chuckled at the number. "Thanks for the number kid."
"My name is Johnny Tremain, by the way. I'd really like to talk to ya again Mr. Lecter, if ya need anything just ask for Johnny."
Hannibal smiled as he was helped into the room, his legs were still messed up because of the stitches that came out. "Dr. Lecter Johnny, Dr. Lecter."
Johnny looked amazed at the fact that a man that he had just seen bite somebody's ear off could be a doctor. Hannibal smiled and layed down on the slim, generic hospital bed and criss-crossed his arms on his chest, winced from the pain of his shattered left arm, and closed his wary red, bloodshot eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
