Ficclet - Hannibal (TV) : A Troubled Mind
Fandom : Hannibal (TV)
Personnages/Pairing : Will Graham, Beverly Katz, Hannibal Lecter
Rating : NC - 17
Titre : A Troubled Mind
Disclaimer : A Thomas Harris et même si ça m'arrache la gueule, à Bryan Fuller et NBC.
Note : Ecrit sur le prompt "You've actually been here before. We just made sure you forgot" lancé par oximore pendant le marathon prompt du 02/05/20.
Being an empath was really not a walk in the park. Will knew this but sometimes it just got back at him the harsh way. So there he was, walking around a crime scene that felt too familiar to his taste. He had been experiencing difficulties differentiating reality from his keen sense of projection. His headaches were taking the best of him and his perception had become… unreliable. Obviously since he was working on a case he could not afford to tell anyone about this. This was his burden to bear, his secret not to share.
So there he was, walking on in the savagery of the scene. Blood splatters everywhere like violent slashes. Painting climbing up the walls, drops like stones paving the way to the central plan. To the apotheosis. The corpse was nearly dismembered. The killer had played with his puppet and when he had grown tired of it, he had just meticulously dislocated the kneecaps. The bruises on them looked like nebulas. Then, when he had made sure his victim was unable to run off god-knows-where, he had rendered his plaything inoffensive by breaking both elbows in quite a fascinating angle. Probably by crushing them, judging by the bone shards surfacing here and there.
The neck had been the last. The killer wanted this poor girl to see until the very end. Will ran a finger over the cold jawline to the ape of the neck. Broken swiftly. No hesitation. The motion had been firm and strong. Will could feel his own fingers twisting the neck, could hear the bones cracking in his ears, could feel the body suddenly go limp and drop onto the bed, splayed across the bloodied sheets. It felt all too familiar. Too real. Too personal.
He walked his way to the window where the killer had escaped. He knew his way in and out, his modus operandi.
He knew.
His colleagues started walking towards the room, everyone working silently to gather the fragments of evidence Will already knew everything of. Beverly was kneeling beside him, picking up a strand of hair stuck in the wooden floor.
“Hey. When did this happen?
- Why do you ask?
- I know this place, it feels too familiar, I -
- Oh you’ve actually been here before, Hannibal said as he was walking towards Will and both him and Beverly were looking at him in an ominous way, we just made sure you forgot.”
Will nearly jumped out of his bed. He was breathing heavily, sweating, panting and looking feverishly around him, utterly disoriented. He had been having these weird dreams lately, where Hannibal kept telling him he was forgetting things.
Maybe he did need to run a psychological evaluation. Just, you know, to make sure nothing was wrong about him. Will sighed and promised himself he’d just ask his colleague about it. Later.
Fin
Personnages/Pairing : Will Graham, Beverly Katz, Hannibal Lecter
Rating : NC - 17
Titre : A Troubled Mind
Disclaimer : A Thomas Harris et même si ça m'arrache la gueule, à Bryan Fuller et NBC.
Note : Ecrit sur le prompt "You've actually been here before. We just made sure you forgot" lancé par oximore pendant le marathon prompt du 02/05/20.
Being an empath was really not a walk in the park. Will knew this but sometimes it just got back at him the harsh way. So there he was, walking around a crime scene that felt too familiar to his taste. He had been experiencing difficulties differentiating reality from his keen sense of projection. His headaches were taking the best of him and his perception had become… unreliable. Obviously since he was working on a case he could not afford to tell anyone about this. This was his burden to bear, his secret not to share.
So there he was, walking on in the savagery of the scene. Blood splatters everywhere like violent slashes. Painting climbing up the walls, drops like stones paving the way to the central plan. To the apotheosis. The corpse was nearly dismembered. The killer had played with his puppet and when he had grown tired of it, he had just meticulously dislocated the kneecaps. The bruises on them looked like nebulas. Then, when he had made sure his victim was unable to run off god-knows-where, he had rendered his plaything inoffensive by breaking both elbows in quite a fascinating angle. Probably by crushing them, judging by the bone shards surfacing here and there.
The neck had been the last. The killer wanted this poor girl to see until the very end. Will ran a finger over the cold jawline to the ape of the neck. Broken swiftly. No hesitation. The motion had been firm and strong. Will could feel his own fingers twisting the neck, could hear the bones cracking in his ears, could feel the body suddenly go limp and drop onto the bed, splayed across the bloodied sheets. It felt all too familiar. Too real. Too personal.
He walked his way to the window where the killer had escaped. He knew his way in and out, his modus operandi.
He knew.
His colleagues started walking towards the room, everyone working silently to gather the fragments of evidence Will already knew everything of. Beverly was kneeling beside him, picking up a strand of hair stuck in the wooden floor.
“Hey. When did this happen?
- Why do you ask?
- I know this place, it feels too familiar, I -
- Oh you’ve actually been here before, Hannibal said as he was walking towards Will and both him and Beverly were looking at him in an ominous way, we just made sure you forgot.”
Will nearly jumped out of his bed. He was breathing heavily, sweating, panting and looking feverishly around him, utterly disoriented. He had been having these weird dreams lately, where Hannibal kept telling him he was forgetting things.
Maybe he did need to run a psychological evaluation. Just, you know, to make sure nothing was wrong about him. Will sighed and promised himself he’d just ask his colleague about it. Later.
Fin