For a change of pace...
How about a Hannibal sue? Nothing irritates me more than seeing the good doctor plagued with sues.
Story or Series Title- Walking With Strangers
Fandom- Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal (Oh, lord.)
Culprit Author's Name- MatRhodes
Full Name (plus titles if any): Dr. Spencer Lewis (Haha. Doctor. Yep.)
Full Species(es)- Idiot Human
Hair Color- Not mentioned
Eye Color- Not mentioned.
Unusual Markings/Colorations- None, thankfully.
Special Possessions (if any)- A doctorate, Hannibal's crazy-ass affection/interest.
Annoying Origin- Sueland.
Annoying Connections to Canon Characters- All the canon males seem to like her. Including Hannibal. Does not compute.
Annoying Special Abilities- To think she's too badass for Hannibal to scare her. Right.
Other Annoying Traits- The usual.
Giving Devil May Cry a break this time. Dante and Vergil will be back very soon - they demanded a vacation.
SNIP - the Sue is the psychiatrist for Hannibal’s wing, she recently transferred from another asylum, yadda yadda. Over the linoleum and through the halls to Hannibal’s cell we go.
Miggs, the unkempt occupant of the third cell, twitched violently but remained in the back of his cell, spouting off disgusting comments about rape. I suppose food was more important then inflicting terror on me, though. (I could list any number of things that are more important than you. My housekeys. A doorknob. A window. See, these serve a purpose - you do not.)
Last came the glass walls of the final cell. The occupant was laying his bed, hands crossed over his stomach like a corpse. (He’s playing dead in the hopes that you’ll go away.) I would have thought he was actually dead had his chest not been rising and falling.
"Dr. Lecter, your breakfast is here." To be honest, I thought the cooks could do a better job with the government supplied slop the were given. The eggs, which were supposed to be scrambled looked excessively runny, and the toast looked more like it had been dunked in river water. They were given a small carton of milk, like in the schools, and a plastic fork. (Psh. What do you think that inmates would be served? Liver with fava beans and Chianti?)
The man's eyes flipped open without the slightest hesitation. (I know I sometimes hesitate when I open my eyes.) He rolled to the side and slung his legs to the floor smoothly, and pushed himself up. The grace he did it with was almost frightening.
"You're new here."
"I'm the new psychiatrist for this ward." Four men making up a ward, unheard of in Smith's Grove. "Dr. Spencer Lewis."
"Spencer. Not a name normally heard on girls, is it?" (Why would Hannibal give a damn about whether or not your name is girly? He concerns himself with personal information that he can use to mess with people. He is not the webmaster of babynames.com.) He asked, walking right up to the glass with his eyes unwavering and hands clasped behind his back.
"No, Dr. Lecter. But I wouldn't say I'm a person described with "normal" very often." I stared right at him. There was no way this man could frighten me. I wouldn't let him. (Bullshit.)
"Mmm…" He hummed to himself in thought, continuing to stare at me. "I'm curious, Dr. Lewis, why is it you've been transferred here? Dr. Chilton doesn't let just anyone work in these halls."
"Smith's Grove deemed it necessary that I be moved out of state and out of their business." I replied. (“I can hardly blame them,” Dr. Lecter muttered under his breath. Regardless, drivel continued to spew from my ever gaping mouth.)"But, Dr. Lecter, I'm not here to discuss myself. I'll be making rounds each week, one inmate a day. You'll be on Thursdays, either for a half hour in the morning and after noon, or a whole hour just once. You can choose."
"And you will be…performing daily rounds, I assume? (I only ask this to assist you in keeping up with the conversation. Your drooling and vacant stare indicate that you are getting a bit lost.)"
"That's right."
"Alright then, Dr. Lewis. I'll see you at ten. I'll have decided by then." He nodded, and then I walked away with the cart. Miggs…he was awfully quiet, for what Chilton told me to expect.
SNIP: Hannibal wants to talk to the Sue, so he sends Barney to fetch her. I have no idea how this works.
I stood from my chair and made my way to the gate. Dr. Chilton watched me, curious as I walked out the gate and down the hall. Dr. Lecter was waiting by the glass.
"You wanted to see me, Dr. Lecter?"
"I was just wondering why it was Barney who came out. He wouldn't say." By his tone, there was something more he was wondering.
"Dr. Chilton came in to check on me. He was in a meeting this morning." Hannibal seemed to glower at the mention of Chilton. (Hannibal Lecter does not glower. Hannibal Lecter keeps his emotions at arm’s length, so he can better manipulate tiny brains like yours.)
"He's a despicable man, Dr. Lewis. Quite detestable. He enjoys making passes at pretty women in order to gain some attention for a night for himself. It means nothing to him, but one night of pleasure. I've seen women attain jobs here by giving him sexual favors, Dr. Lewis. At first I thought that's how it was with you, you know. Then I saw the look in your eyes, the way you talk, the way you posture yourself and how you move. You aren't that type of woman, are you, Dr. Lewis?"
"Not at all, Dr. Lecter." I watched him begin a slow, level pace from the glass to the far wall then back again.
"How old are you, Dr. Lewis?"
"It's rude to ask a woman her age." I replied. He was facing away, looking at one of his sketches. He paused, tilted his head enough to see me from the corner of his eye, and replied "You're much too young to be worrying about that."
"I'm twenty-eight, doctor."
"How long did you work at Smith's Grove?"
"One and a half years."
"And when did you graduate?"
"A few months prior to working at Smith's Grove. Almost two years ago."
"I see…" He nodded, and began to pace back to the glass. "And do you enjoy your work?"
"I do."
He watched me for a moment, then seemed to nod to himself.
"I've decided on twice a day, half an hour at a time. I think I'd like to see more of you during the day. You do make for an interesting conversation. (It is interesting to see how long I can stand speaking at you before I feel the need to lobotomize myself. I say ‘at’ rather than ‘to’ because speaking to you is surprisingly similar to speaking with an inanimate object.)"
I wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or some kind of insult, but either way it still went over my head. Lecter smirked and nodded his head to the door mere seconds before Chilton came into the hall.
SNIP: Chilton is shocked that Dr. Lecter spoke to Sue.
"He never talks to anyone. He's barely spoken a word in years, except when he needs a book or charcoal."
"It's possible he just doesn't like anyone." I replied. Chilton paused, narrowed his eyes, and then finally spoke after what seemed to be deep consideration.
"Then why would he speak to you? If he'd hate anyone, then he should hate you the most, considering your profession (stupidity)."
"We are both psychiatrists. It makes sense that he'd talk to me. Psychiatrists test people with every word they say, Dr. Chilton. This is a game to him, I'm sure, to see how far I can push him and how far he can push me. This is probably just some sick entertainment for him." (You do not ‘push’ Hannibal Lecter. He allows you to think you’re ‘pushing’ him until he becomes bored, and then he shatters your psyche into a million pieces. Silly Sue.)
He mashed his lips in a cheap imitation of Lecter's habit, one he probably picked up without even noticing, and then walked out. Then I placed myself at my desk and proceeded to read Necronomicon, a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories. I was out of paperwork. (LOL you read Lovecraft, aren’t you dark and intellectual?)
Story or Series Title- Walking With Strangers
Fandom- Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal (Oh, lord.)
Culprit Author's Name- MatRhodes
Full Name (plus titles if any): Dr. Spencer Lewis (Haha. Doctor. Yep.)
Full Species(es)- Idiot Human
Hair Color- Not mentioned
Eye Color- Not mentioned.
Unusual Markings/Colorations- None, thankfully.
Special Possessions (if any)- A doctorate, Hannibal's crazy-ass affection/interest.
Annoying Origin- Sueland.
Annoying Connections to Canon Characters- All the canon males seem to like her. Including Hannibal. Does not compute.
Annoying Special Abilities- To think she's too badass for Hannibal to scare her. Right.
Other Annoying Traits- The usual.
Giving Devil May Cry a break this time. Dante and Vergil will be back very soon - they demanded a vacation.
SNIP - the Sue is the psychiatrist for Hannibal’s wing, she recently transferred from another asylum, yadda yadda. Over the linoleum and through the halls to Hannibal’s cell we go.
Miggs, the unkempt occupant of the third cell, twitched violently but remained in the back of his cell, spouting off disgusting comments about rape. I suppose food was more important then inflicting terror on me, though. (I could list any number of things that are more important than you. My housekeys. A doorknob. A window. See, these serve a purpose - you do not.)
Last came the glass walls of the final cell. The occupant was laying his bed, hands crossed over his stomach like a corpse. (He’s playing dead in the hopes that you’ll go away.) I would have thought he was actually dead had his chest not been rising and falling.
"Dr. Lecter, your breakfast is here." To be honest, I thought the cooks could do a better job with the government supplied slop the were given. The eggs, which were supposed to be scrambled looked excessively runny, and the toast looked more like it had been dunked in river water. They were given a small carton of milk, like in the schools, and a plastic fork. (Psh. What do you think that inmates would be served? Liver with fava beans and Chianti?)
The man's eyes flipped open without the slightest hesitation. (I know I sometimes hesitate when I open my eyes.) He rolled to the side and slung his legs to the floor smoothly, and pushed himself up. The grace he did it with was almost frightening.
"You're new here."
"I'm the new psychiatrist for this ward." Four men making up a ward, unheard of in Smith's Grove. "Dr. Spencer Lewis."
"Spencer. Not a name normally heard on girls, is it?" (Why would Hannibal give a damn about whether or not your name is girly? He concerns himself with personal information that he can use to mess with people. He is not the webmaster of babynames.com.) He asked, walking right up to the glass with his eyes unwavering and hands clasped behind his back.
"No, Dr. Lecter. But I wouldn't say I'm a person described with "normal" very often." I stared right at him. There was no way this man could frighten me. I wouldn't let him. (Bullshit.)
"Mmm…" He hummed to himself in thought, continuing to stare at me. "I'm curious, Dr. Lewis, why is it you've been transferred here? Dr. Chilton doesn't let just anyone work in these halls."
"Smith's Grove deemed it necessary that I be moved out of state and out of their business." I replied. (“I can hardly blame them,” Dr. Lecter muttered under his breath. Regardless, drivel continued to spew from my ever gaping mouth.)"But, Dr. Lecter, I'm not here to discuss myself. I'll be making rounds each week, one inmate a day. You'll be on Thursdays, either for a half hour in the morning and after noon, or a whole hour just once. You can choose."
"And you will be…performing daily rounds, I assume? (I only ask this to assist you in keeping up with the conversation. Your drooling and vacant stare indicate that you are getting a bit lost.)"
"That's right."
"Alright then, Dr. Lewis. I'll see you at ten. I'll have decided by then." He nodded, and then I walked away with the cart. Miggs…he was awfully quiet, for what Chilton told me to expect.
SNIP: Hannibal wants to talk to the Sue, so he sends Barney to fetch her. I have no idea how this works.
I stood from my chair and made my way to the gate. Dr. Chilton watched me, curious as I walked out the gate and down the hall. Dr. Lecter was waiting by the glass.
"You wanted to see me, Dr. Lecter?"
"I was just wondering why it was Barney who came out. He wouldn't say." By his tone, there was something more he was wondering.
"Dr. Chilton came in to check on me. He was in a meeting this morning." Hannibal seemed to glower at the mention of Chilton. (Hannibal Lecter does not glower. Hannibal Lecter keeps his emotions at arm’s length, so he can better manipulate tiny brains like yours.)
"He's a despicable man, Dr. Lewis. Quite detestable. He enjoys making passes at pretty women in order to gain some attention for a night for himself. It means nothing to him, but one night of pleasure. I've seen women attain jobs here by giving him sexual favors, Dr. Lewis. At first I thought that's how it was with you, you know. Then I saw the look in your eyes, the way you talk, the way you posture yourself and how you move. You aren't that type of woman, are you, Dr. Lewis?"
"Not at all, Dr. Lecter." I watched him begin a slow, level pace from the glass to the far wall then back again.
"How old are you, Dr. Lewis?"
"It's rude to ask a woman her age." I replied. He was facing away, looking at one of his sketches. He paused, tilted his head enough to see me from the corner of his eye, and replied "You're much too young to be worrying about that."
"I'm twenty-eight, doctor."
"How long did you work at Smith's Grove?"
"One and a half years."
"And when did you graduate?"
"A few months prior to working at Smith's Grove. Almost two years ago."
"I see…" He nodded, and began to pace back to the glass. "And do you enjoy your work?"
"I do."
He watched me for a moment, then seemed to nod to himself.
"I've decided on twice a day, half an hour at a time. I think I'd like to see more of you during the day. You do make for an interesting conversation. (It is interesting to see how long I can stand speaking at you before I feel the need to lobotomize myself. I say ‘at’ rather than ‘to’ because speaking to you is surprisingly similar to speaking with an inanimate object.)"
I wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or some kind of insult, but either way it still went over my head. Lecter smirked and nodded his head to the door mere seconds before Chilton came into the hall.
SNIP: Chilton is shocked that Dr. Lecter spoke to Sue.
"He never talks to anyone. He's barely spoken a word in years, except when he needs a book or charcoal."
"It's possible he just doesn't like anyone." I replied. Chilton paused, narrowed his eyes, and then finally spoke after what seemed to be deep consideration.
"Then why would he speak to you? If he'd hate anyone, then he should hate you the most, considering your profession (stupidity)."
"We are both psychiatrists. It makes sense that he'd talk to me. Psychiatrists test people with every word they say, Dr. Chilton. This is a game to him, I'm sure, to see how far I can push him and how far he can push me. This is probably just some sick entertainment for him." (You do not ‘push’ Hannibal Lecter. He allows you to think you’re ‘pushing’ him until he becomes bored, and then he shatters your psyche into a million pieces. Silly Sue.)
He mashed his lips in a cheap imitation of Lecter's habit, one he probably picked up without even noticing, and then walked out. Then I placed myself at my desk and proceeded to read Necronomicon, a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories. I was out of paperwork. (LOL you read Lovecraft, aren’t you dark and intellectual?)