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Will never thought he would end up domestically walking through a museum with Hannibal. But there he stood, walking beside him and observing.
When he threw both of their bodies off that cliff many years ago, he thought their souls would be somewhere else. Not enjoying afternoon tea and strolling around London.
Hannibal seemed anything but anxious, but Will couldn't help but feel uneasy when they were out and about like this. Someone could recognize them. Maybe not the general public.
They did slightly alter their appearances when they went out like this. It would be foolish not to. Will was still worried.
Worried about all those weirdos who care a little too much about true crime. Didn't help that there are multiple documentaries about them.
Accepting that he had practically stitched himself to the side of a cannibalistic serial killer proved difficult at times.
"Will?" Hannibal said
"Oh, yeah?" Will said, snapping out of his thoughts.
"Your mind is elsewhere. Where is it?" Hannibal asked.
"Nowhere, I don't know. I feel like museums overwhelm me a little bit." Will replied.
"I see, there is a lot to take in. It is not unspoken to feel lost in the symphony of colors and emotions. Or are you simply bothered by the crowd and these lights?" Hannibal asked as they walked into another room.
The room had more people than the others. Will assumed there must be something popular in this space. Will narrowed his eyes.
"Can't it be both?" Will crossed his arms as he followed beside Hannibal.
"It can. Look at this one, Dear Will." Hannibal said as he turned to the painting in front of them.
Will soaked it in, all the emotion and intention. He imagined how long it took to paint. How the artist felt while doing it. How that had affected every stroke and artistic decision. And how that led to the final result.
He imagined how it felt to be uncertain. They didn't know their painting had ended up here. Successful, but only after death. Was it worth it? Can praise be felt beyond the grave?
He felt Hannibal grab his hand. "Do you like this one?" Hannibal asked.
"Yeah, I mean most of these are-"
"Hey!" a voice shouted from across the room. Hannibal and Will both looked to the source.
A group of four stood across the room. Each in a hoodie of a different color. Green, Red, Blue, and Purple. And all with somewhat wild hair.
"Calm down, Matt. You're not supposed to touch the paintings anyway. So stop putting cut-out pictures of your face on them!" Said the one in the blue hoodie.
"Boo, you're just a party pooper, Tom. This place is boring as is." Said the one in red.
"If you wanna be fined for vandalism, go ahead! But I refuse to be associated." Tom said as he pulled out a flask and took a sip.
Will felt Hannibal's hand move a little bit.
"Guys! This is supposed to be fun. Stop playing around." Said the one in green.
"I am trying to enjoy it in my own way," said Matt.
"He's trying to get us fined hundreds of dollars. That's what he's doing." Tom snarled.
"God, Tom. Such a nasty attitude ruins our peaceful outing." The one in red smiled.
"Don't mess with Tom, Tord." The one in green let out a sigh.
"I will fight you right here, Tord. Don't push it," said Tom.
"Do you hear this, Edd? He's worried about vandalism but not afraid to cause a scene and get us dramatically thrown out." Tord laughed.
"You are already causing a scene! Do you see how many people are looking at us?" Edd said.
The group looked around to see everyone looking back at them. Tom caught the eyes of a strange duo.
One in a three-piece suit and a fancy jacket with particularly striking cheekbones. And the other in a more casual sweater and pants. The one in the suit was giving him chills.
"Oh." Said Tom.
"Let's just get out of this room. Before someone comes." Edd shooed them out with his hands.
Hannibal and Will watched silently as they left. Will looked at Hannibal's face. He had the look of a predator stalking prey.
"Did you see the one in blue? His eyes were black," Will muttered.
"Probably contacts. Or maybe he's one of those idiots who got their eyeballs tattooed." Hannibal replied in disgust.
"Would you eat a tattooed eyeball, Doctor Lecter?" Will joked.
"No, it has never crossed my mind," Hannibal said. Will saw that he was still inside himself. Hannibal was coming up with some type of plan.
"Don't tell me you want to kill them, Hannibal. They're just a group of idiots." Will said.
"Rude idiots," Hannibal replied.
"I know, but we're only here for a few days. Do you really want to kill four people at a time? It's not worth it. Let's just stick to the plan." Will sighed.
"A change of plans isn't always bad. The world is unpredictable. Options are endless. Enjoyment can be found in many things." Hannibal replied.
"What if I said I wasn't interested and that I was not willing to have a part in it?" Will pulled his hand away.
"Oh, how could I ever persuade you, Will? What could I do?" Hannibal said somewhat sarcastically.
"You would have to convince me they are worth killing. They didn't even do anything to you." Will said.
"You are correct in that manner," Hannibal said.
"It's not like it's your art they were defacing. You're just bloodthirsty. Heard of self-control, Doctor Lecter?" Will said.
Hannibal silently grumbled. "Alright, let us not be distracted by such stupidity." Hannibal held out his hand, and Will grabbed it again.
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After walking around for a good half an hour, they ended up in a line for a popular exhibit. Thereon, they were planning on dinner at a fancy restaurant of Hannibal's choice.
"Ugh, I'm tired," Will mumbled.
"If you desire, we can leave right now. I wouldn't mind." Hannibal said.
"No, no. It's alright. I can handle it." Will replied.
Suddenly, a loud group got in line behind them. Will didn't even have to turn around. It was the group from before.
This should be fun, thought will.
"Alright, after this, we are going home," Edd said.
"What? I thought we were getting dinner." Matt said.
"I do not want to go anywhere else with you guys today," Edd replied.
"Let's go without Tord. We should be fine then." Tom suggested.
"I think we should get rid of the useless alcoholic. Just putting that out there." Tord said.
"Easy for you to say, tar lungs." Tom snapped.
"Whatever, at least I have self-control. You'll die of a fatty liver before the age of fifty, guaranteed." Tord laughed.
"No! Don't start fighting now." Edd said, desperately.
It was too late, Tom threw the first punch. Tord caught it and pushed him back and into Matt.
Matt stumbled in surprise straight into the wall. And into a large painting.
Wills's eyes widened at the scene, while Hannibal squinted.
Matt pulled himself out of the torn canvas. "You guys..." Matt said silently.
Tom and Tord stopped wrestling on the floor and looked up.
"Fuck! That one looks fancy." Tom mumbled.
"Good job, dipshit," Tord responded.
"Hey! That was your fault!" Tom snarled.
"Guys! We have to leave now. Run away!" Edd said, pulling both of them from the floor and pushing them forward.
Will's mouth opened slightly, and he felt Hannibal grab him and move him. Suddenly, the painting fell off the wall, and landed right below his feet.
"Has your mind changed, Dear Will?" Hannibal whispered in his ear.
"Perhaps."
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Their visit was cut short when security came and asked them questions about the group. Hannibal did most of the talking. He was much more charming than Will, in that regard.
"I do hope you find them," Hannibal said as the security prepared to leave.
"We will try our best, you two have a good night," said one of the guards.
"You as well," responded Hannibal. They both watched the guards leave. "Ready to go?" Hannibal said, walking them to the exit.
"I have never been more ready. What are we getting for dinner?" Will asked.
"I was planning on a nice steak house a few blocks from here. But if you're not up to it, we can just get room service at the hotel. I've heard good things about it." Hannibal said.
"Are you sure you don't want some fatty liver?" Will joked.
"We can save that for tomorrow, Darling. I'm sure you'll be able to track them down." Hannibal cooed.
"By the looks of it, I'm sure they have some kind of reputation about them. Probably for recklessness. They seem like the type to record themselves committing a crime and then upload it on YouTube." Will said.
"I have the utmost faith in you, so what will it be? Room service or the restaurant?" Hannibal asked as they walked out of the front entrance and made their way to a fancy rental car.
"Let's just get room service. I want to lie down."
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The pair returned to the hotel rather quickly. Will could hardly wait, and he quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and lay on the bed while Hannibal ordered room service.
"Get dessert too," Will said as he heard Hannibal about to end the call.
"I apologize, one last thing. What is on your dessert menu?" Hannibal asked. Will watched Hannibal as he listened to the options.
"Alright, just a second," Hannibal put down the phone, "They have a chocolate tart, custard, bread pudding, and apple crumble." He said to Will.
"Apple crumble, I guess," Will responded.
Hannibal finished up the order and spoke to Will. "They said the wait will be around forty minutes."
Hannibal slipped off his jacket and put it in the coat closet. Turning to enter the bathroom, he let out a noise of disapproval.
"I always tell you about leaving your clothes all over the floor. It's not hard to fold them and put them to the side." Hannibal said, picking up the pieces strewn about.
"Whatever, you'd figure with the price tag on this hotel, they would have a little robot that would do it for me."
"Hmph, this isn't about the hotel. It's in general." Hannibal responded, setting the clothes to the side.
"I would have picked them up later, give me a break," Will answered back.
He liked poking at Hannibal. It was nice to mess with his emotions. Rather than just being the participant in the metal rod, Hannibal stirred around in his brain.
"Why wait? No point in engaging in such distasteful behavior." Hannibal replied.
Will pulled his laptop out from his luggage. "Alright, read a book or something because I'm going to be busy."
"Determined on finding them already?" Hannibal sat down on a couch near the bed.
"We only have three more days here. And we are not stretching it any longer because I would like to go home to the dogs." Will responded.
"Right, because spending time with me is not as meaningful," Hannibal said, annoyed.
"I could respond in many ways to that. But I will choose to ignore it. I told you to busy yourself. Play on your iPad or something." Will rolled his eyes.
"Incredibly rude, Will Graham." Hannibal let out.
"Bite me."
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Hannibal wearily awoke from his sleep to the sound of typing beside him. He looked at the time on the clock beside him. 2:43 am.
"You're still awake, Will? Come to sleep." Hannibal reached out to Will's thigh. Will shook him off.
"I'm almost done, I found them," Will whispered.
"Will," Hannibal responded.
Will dramatically shut the laptop.
"Fine, but only because I want to be well-rested." Will set the laptop on the nightstand next to him. He yawned and crawled under the blanket with Hannibal.
"I was right," Will whispered, curling up, "they do post stupid videos about themselves. Barely any views though."
Hannibal smiled at him. They both closed their eyes. It wasn't long before they both fell asleep.
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Edd set down the pancakes on the table.
"That was his fault!" Tom argued.
"Bloody hell! I didn't throw the first punch. I was defending myself." Tord proclaimed.
"Shut up already, it's done. Can't go back in time. But I can do one thing. Never invite any of you anywhere again!" Edd sat down and began to make his plate.
"Fine." Tom took a sip of his drink.
"I can be well-behaved," Tord said.
"Yeah, in a shooting range. Not anywhere else like a normal person." Edd sighed.
"I didn't do anything." Matt defended.
"You were being obnoxious," Tom said.
"You aren't allowed to say that, Tom. You hypocrite." Tord said.
"Shhhhh!" Edd said dramatically. "One day, someone is gonna make you all pay. Ever heard of karma?" Edd muttered.
"Edd, you are just as guilty as us. Get off your high horse." Tom said.
"Maybe so, but accept it. Accept that you will burn, Tom. And the rest of you." Edd grinned.
"Calm down over there, Edd. You're right, though. Tom has something coming. I can feel it." Tord smiled as well.
"I've gotta get outta here," Tom stood up and walked away to his room.
"Better start preparing, Tom!" Tord yelled. Tom flipped him off without turning around.
Tom walked into his room and shut the door.
Yeah, right, all the stuff we do and never have any consequences. Except for injuries.
Tom shivered at the thought. The memories of a full-body cast.
He picked up his headphones off the floor and lay down.
He closed his eyes and listened to the music.
Karma...
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Finding weapons wasn't hard. But Will and Hannibal had no intentions of being suspicious.
Hannibal didn't need anything more than a knife. Will was starting to be more confident in his abilities, but still not as much as Hannibal was.
They stood in an alley, talking to a strange man in a trench coat. So much for not being suspicious.
He was showing them all the weapons he had.
"How about that one, darling?" Hannibal pointed at a fancy-looking dagger.
"Really? That one?" Will grimaced.
"Why not?" Hannibal grinned.
"Fine. We'll take that one. How much?" Will mumbled, avoiding looking the man in the eyes. It didn't help that his eyes were so weird. One was green and the other was red.
"Hmmm, for that one? Twenty pound." Said the man.
Hannibal handed the man the money, and the man handed him the weapon. Will and Hannibal both had gloves on. As Hannibal observed it closer, he saw dried-up blood crusted in the details.
He handed it to Will.
"Thank you for this exchange," Hannibal said.
"No..." before the man could finish responding, Hannibal grabbed his neck and twisted. The man toppled to the floor, lifeless.
"Was that necessary?" Will said, annoyed.
"I think so." Hannibal looked down with a blank expression.
Suddenly, rats started to surround the body.
The pair both grimaced. They backed up. Will put the weapon in a sealed bag and then in his pocket. They briskly walked out of the alley, after making sure no one was nearby.
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"Did you enjoy the meal, Will?" Hannibal asked.
They were walking out of the steakhouse, they didn't make it to yesterday.
"It was good, but now that im your prize-pampered cow, it's nothing to write home about," Will responded.
"Are you saying that I've spoiled you?" Hannibal said.
"Rotten, but I let you do it." They both opened their car doors and got in.
"I enjoy it, once it was only a fantasy to do so. But now I can serve you as much as I like. Do you enjoy it as much as I do?" Hannibal looked over to his passenger.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't let you. Who would blow off having their own personal chef? For the low price of your soul and your very life as you know it. Small price to pay." Will buckled himself in.
"Hm," Hannibal started the car, "Are we heading to them now?"
"I guess," Will entered the group's address into his phone's GPS, "you think they're gonna give us a hard time?"
"We will find out," Hannibal responded promptly.
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It was later in the evening, Edd had suggested a movie night, and no one disagreed.
They squished together on the couch and surrounded themselves with junk food. They were two movies deep.
The movie they were currently watching was about vampires vs zombies.
"Why would he do that? What kind of vampire would even think of drinking zombie blood?" Tord complained.
"Shut up, were you expecting this to be a five-star movie? Part of the fun is how stupid it is," Tom said.
"Shhh, I'm trying to hear the movie!" Edd said. They all went back to staring at the TV.
A zombie had bitten off a piece of the vampire's arm. The vampire snarled and pounced at the zombie. The vampire slammed the zombie down and started to choke it.
"Just watch, I bet that vampire is gonna turn into some disgusting zombie vampire hybrid," Tord said.
"One step closer to looking like you," Tom muttered.
"What happened?" Matt asked. Tom and Tord both sighed.
"Nothing," Tord muttered.
Time passed, and eventually, the movie ended. Everyone was trying to decide on the next one, but Tom yawned.
"Hey guys, I think im gonna go to bed now." Tom stood up and stretched.
"Ok, goodnight Tom," Edd said. Tord and Matt repeated after him.
Tom slowly made the journey to his room. Once he reached it, he locked the door behind him.
Slowly, walked to his nightstand and looked for his flask.
"Hmm, I swear it was here. I hope Tord didn't come in here and touch my stuff..." He mumbled to himself.
Tom got on his knees and looked under his bed. Still nothing.
"Aw hell," He stood back up and stretched his back. Giving up on his flask, he made his way over to the closet to get a full bottle.
Right before he moved the handle to the closet door, Tom heard a noise. He quickly turned around to see nothing.
Rolling his eyes, he went back to opening the closet door. It took him a second to realize something was wrong. There was an eye staring back at him.
Tom almost fell back in fear until someone grabbed him, covering his face and holding his body. He screamed around the hand.
Hannibal's grip was tight, and Tom could hardly make any noise. Will walked fully out of the closet to watch.
Tom had a moment of recognition while his vision started to fade, as he wiggled in Hannibal's grasp.
It's them, from the museum...
Tom attempted to use all his strength to kick the man behind him. He tried lifting his legs to fall out of his grip, but that didn't work either. It wasn't long before he fell unconscious.
Hannibal set him down gently on the floor.
"What will be first, Will?" Hannibal said, walking over to Will's side.
"Hmm, I say the eyes." Will smiled.
"Will. I thought we mutually agreed against that." Hannibal frowned.
"You never said that." Will crossed his arms.
"I thought we didn't have to, if you wish it, so I will do it. There are few things in this world I wouldn't do for you." Hannibal sighed.
"Wrap it up, sappy. And get me the eyes." Will said.
Hannibal snarled slightly but made his way over to the unconscious body. Opening the eye sockets, he looked curiously.
It looks like nothing is there, like a black void. How strange.
Hannibal reached a few fingers in, expecting to grip something. He was startled when he found nothing to grab. He stuck his fingers in a little deeper. Then, quickly pulled them out.
"That is... Impossible." Hannibal said, looking at his hand and back at Tom.
"What are you talking about?" Will said.
"He doesn't have eyes," Hannibal replied.
"What do you mean he doesn't have eyes? He saw us, didn't he? What happened to do anything for me?" Will said sarcastically.
"I am not lying. If you wish to see what I mean, take a look." Hannibal snapped.
Will stepped forward, still skeptical.
Kneeling next to Hannibal, he opened Tom's empty sockets.
They look like an endless void, practically Vanta black.
Will reached in much like Hannibal and pulled back just as fast.
"I'm assuming you have no explanation for this?" Will said, turning to Hannibal.
"No, I've never heard or seen such a thing. I almost feel like I'm dreaming."
"I could say the same. But we're not. That would be too convenient. Perhaps we've accidentally made it to a parallel timeline where stuff like this is normal." Will winced.
"Tell me, Will, if we are in a different timeline, would you wish to stay?" Hannibal asked.
"Where people have voids for eyes? I'm not so sure. Well shit." Will said, getting to his feet. "Since we can't take his eyes, what else shall it be?"
"Hmmm, how about one of his kidneys?" Hannibal grinned.
"Probably not much better than the liver, but go ahead."
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"Christ." Will and Hannibal stood in an overcrowded room filled with nothing but unnecessary trash.
"Quite a severe case indeed," Hannibal said.
"Where does one even acquire all this?" Will muttered. He leaned down and picked up something random. "Matt on Matt Action Number Two." He read aloud.
"Interesting," Hannibal let out.
"Are we planning on scaring like the last one? Plenty of hiding spaces here." Will wandered around.
"I have a feeling this one will either be really loud or not aware of the danger he's in," Hannibal said.
"Should we take advantage of that, tell him we're just admirers of his room?" Will joked.
"Maybe." Hannibal looked at a rather large pile of skincare products. "Perhaps we tell him you're an angel. He'd believe it. He seems to admire aesthetics. Probably the one good thing about him."
"Stop playing around. I suppose we will go with more of a simple approach. Hmmm," replied Will.
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"I've got to go now, if I don't go to sleep, my beauty schedule will be ruined," Matt said, stretching as he sat up from the couch.
"Alright, princess, goodnight," Tord responded.
"Night, Matt," Edd echoed.
"Goodnight to all!" Matt said loudly, turning away and heading to the bathroom.
Matt went through his nightly twenty-minute skincare routine. He rubbed the last of the moisturizer into his skin.
"Looking good, as always." Matt smiled to himself.
Matt hummed a silent tune as he walked the halls to his room.
He opened the door and switched on the light.
"Hmmm, something looks different. Has someone been in my room?" Matt said, staring at the piles of mess on his floor.
"I hope Tom wasn't trying to sell my valuables for more money," Matt mumbled. He made his way to his clean pile of clothes for a pair of pajamas.
"Where am I?" A voice came from one of Matt's piles. Matt jumped.
"H-Hello?" Matt said, looking around. He didn't see anything. "Who's there!"
Will walked out from behind one of the piles with his hands out.
"Who are you?" Matt asked, picking up a mirror off the floor and holding it out like a weapon.
"Please, sir! I don't know how I got here. I was walking and then I blanked out! I woke up here. I was looking around, and I think I was transported here from one of the many relics in this room." Will exclaimed.
Matt slowly put down the mirror. "Ha! I knew I had some cool stuff in here. Everyone told me it was trash. Nothing so cool could be trash! What is your name?"
"My name is... Matt." Will said.
"That's my name too! I can't believe it. How did this happen!" Matt said, approaching Will.
"im not sure myself, but I think I know which thing did it. It's over here." Will pointed.
"Show me!" Matt walked over. They both walked behind the large pile. Matt looked around curiously.
"It was that one," Will said to a cheap-looking fairy wand. Matt gasped. He stepped in front of Will and looked at the wand. Will made his way behind Matt and pulled out his dagger.
"I have no idea how to get you..." Suddenly, Will stabbed the dagger into Matt's back and his spinal cord.
Matt crumpled to the ground, paralyzed. He tried to speak, but it came out mumbled and incoherent. Tears fell from his eyes.
Hannibal walked out from his hiding spot. "Shocking performance, Will."
"Shut up. This does feel a little cruel. Should I finish him off before we take?" Will said, crossing his arms.
"If you think so, you know I don't care," Hannibal said, looking down at the scared, paralyzed man below his feet.
"I think I want to take his face, he does take good care of it," Will said, pulling the dagger out. Matt muttered nonsense.
"Freckled meat, a rare kind. Is that all we want from him?" Hannibal asked.
"Yeah, we still have lots of other swine to slay. Next one, we'll get a nice cut of meat. How does that sound?" Will responded.
"Sounds like a plan. Well, help me move this one to the bed. Looks like we have to do some surgery." Hannibal muttered. Matt cried as loud as he could.
As hard as he tried, no one else could hear. They both picked him up.
They laid Matt down on his messy bed. Hannibal moved close to Matt's face and smiled. "Don't worry, you're in good hands. I'm a professional." He held up a scalpel. Matt passed out from fear.
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"Did you hear that?" Tord said, looking around.
"Hear what?" Edd asked.
"Sounds like something fell, it's probably nothing," Tord said, relaxing. Edd yawned.
"Maybe Ringo's knocking stuff over again," Edd replied.
"Hope not," Tord sighed.
The movie finished up, and the pair both stood. Edd started picking up the mess everyone had made.
"Want any help?" Tord asked.
"I'm good, I'm just gonna pick this up and find Ringo."
"Alright. Night, Edd," Tord remarked.
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"Ew," Will said looking at the porn magazines lying on the floor. Among the mess were gears and parts. Little inventions lying about. And lots of ashes.
"This one seems to be creative." Hannibal picked up a small box-shaped creation with an antenna sticking out.
Will looked around till he noticed something strange on the wall.
"Hey, doesn't it look like there's something behind there?" Will pointed at a painting on the wall that was slightly out of place. Something was visible from behind.
The pair walked over to the wall and moved it aside.
A bright red button shone at them.
"Wait a second," Will said, and he moved the button. It was also a painting. He set both of them on the ground.
There stood a large hole in the wall, with a lever and a strange-looking symbol in blood red.
"Hmmm, I've never seen this symbol before," Will said, squinting.
"Me neither, if you were to guess, what does it represent?" Hannibal asked.
"Some type of organized group, most likely not doing anything good. Should we pull it?" Will said, looking at the lever.
"Of course," Hannibal smiled.
Will pulled the lever and with a hiss, one of the walls began to open.
A silver room covered in experimental writing, math, and hentai posters came into view.
"Wow," Will said sarcastically
"Wow indeed," said Hannibal. "Shall we?" Hannibal held out his arm.
Will took it and they walked into the room.
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After going outside to smoke, Tord came back inside and went straight to his room. He didn't expect his lab to be wide open upon arrival. He quickly closed his bedroom door.
He ran through ideas of who was there, was it one of his members? Was it a rival? Was it Tom? He told Tom to stay out.
"Tom?" He said sternly. No answer.
"Paul, Pat?" He said reaching for a gun. Still nothing.
Clutching the gun, he took care to check corners. Entering the lab it was obvious no one was in the upper part. Someone was down with the Robot.
"Shit." He ran through all his options and how to approach the threat. He didn't want to just walk straight down.
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"This is quite impressive," Hannibal smiled. A giant skeleton of a robot stood in front of them.
"I didn't expect to see this today." Will muttured. He looked around cautiously.
"Neither I, we have an intelligent one on our hands. Means this will be fun." Hannibal said.
"More like a pain in the ass, what if he gets us and tries to turn us into robots?" Will said.
"I wouldn't let that happen," Hannibal responded.
"Maybe you forget we are getting older, He clearly can have an advantage over us," Will spoke.
"Don't underestimate the things we can do." Hannibal retorted. Suddenly they heard a thunk. Will tensed and they both looked around.
Suddenly Hannibal was tackled from behind. He snarled and Will quickly turned around. Tord grabbed a knife and cut near Hannibal's ankle. Hannibal pushed him off hissing.
Tord quickly stood up and prepared as Will rushed towards him. Will was about to stab Tord in the shoulder before Tord grabbed his hands and stopped the knife.
"Who are you!" Tord snarled. Hannibal tried standing but he found he couldn't.
"Doesn't matter, I'm going to kill you." Will rasped. Tord smiled at that.
Tord reached for his gun, Will noticed, and quickly smacked it away from him. It slid across the floor. Tord knew better than to turn away from his opponent. Will ran towards him and tackled him.
Hannibal noticed the gun and he started to crawl towards it.
Will punched Tord in the face. Tord kicked up into Will's stomach. Will let our a noise and Tord flipped him over so he was on top. Tord put his hands around Will's neck. Will started to kick and punch. Tord stayed.
Hannibal finally reached the gun. He didn't like using them but if he had to he wouldn't oppose. He quickly picked it up and aimed at Tord's head.
Bang!
Edd was in the kitchen and he looked around. What was that? He wondered.
Tord fell forward straight onto Will. Will winced.
"Hannibal, are you alright? Will asked pushing Tord's dead body off of him.
"I'm alright, he didn't cut too deep. I cannot walk through." Hannibal sighed.
"That's ok, I can help stitch you up. I'm sorry I didn't see him." Will said wiping the brain matter off his face.
"No need to apologize, He gave me the show I wanted." Hannibal smiled.
"Ok smart ass," Will got up and quickly made his way to Hannibal.
"What shall we take from this one? He surely was our most worthy opponent." Hannibal asked as Will helped him up.
"I wouldn't consider the others' opponents. More like victims. Let's take one of his legs." Will decided.
"What a nice spread we have."
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Edd grabbed Ringo from the kitchen floor and made his way towards his room. He hummed a little tune. Ringo meowed and Edd laughed.
He opened his door and flicked on the light. He set Ringo down and then looked up at his bed.
Edd froze in place, On his bed lay the bodies of his friends stacked on top of each other. Tom's torso was cut open. Matt was missing his face. And Tord's face was blown out, along with a missing leg.
He screamed out in fear before he felt something poke into his neck.
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Edd woke up slowly. The room smelled of food. It smelled quite good.
He felt groggy and he could barely move. Looking around with hazy eyes he saw the bodies of his friends sitting around the table. And a man standing at the other end. Setting something down from a pan and displaying it on a plate.
"He's awake," Will said. Edd shuddered at the voice behind him.
"Wonderful, I was just finishing up." Hannibal limped about holding the chairs and counters around him.
"Who- who are you?" Edd shuttered.
"My name is Hannibal, and my companion here is Will," Hannibal said. Edd felt like he recognized the names. He didn't know where.
"Need any help?" Will said making his way to Hannibal.
"Just need you to bring him his plate when im done," Hannibal said.
"Why did you do this?" Edd shaked.
"Your friends were rude, it's not nice to be disrespectful," Hannibal responded.
"When- we couldn't have all been rude to you. I've never seen you before." Edd said.
"I never said you were rude to me directly. I saw you out and about, acting foolish. You weren't helping. You didn't want to take responsibility for your actions." Hannibal declared.
"Are you a serial killer?" Edd muttered.
"Yes indeed," Hannibal said.
"Are you gonna kill me?" Edd closed his eyes tightly.
"It depends, on how I feel of course." Hannibal smiled. He put one last final thing on the plate. He picked it up and looked it over. Hannibal grinned and handed it to Will.
Will took it and walked over to Edd, setting the plate down in front of him.
"This one doesn't like talking?" Edd asked.
"Will is just a bit tired, one of your friends gave us a time. He just doesn't feel like talking much right now. And that's fine with me." Hannibal said taking a seat at the other end of the table. He had also made a plate for himself.
Edd looked down at the plate, There was a meat pie served with mashed potatoes and gravy. Along with a crispy topper.
"Bon appétit," Hannibal said before grabbing a knife and cutting into the food. Edd felt sick.
"Eat," Will said from behind Edd.
"I can barely move my arms," Edd muttered.
"If you need help, Will can assist you," Hannibal said taking a bite of the food. Edd looked back up and around at the dead bodies that surrounded him.
"I can try," said Edd. He tried his hardest and slowly grabbed a fork. Hannibal watched intensely as Edd slowly stabbed into his food. Edd tried to bring it to his mouth but it fell from the fork due to his shaking.
Edd winced and quickly tried to pick it up again.
"No rush," Hannibal said, taking another bite.
Slowly but surely the fork made its way to Edd's mouth. He hesitantly took a bite, feeling as though he didn't have a choice.
The flavors shocked Edd's throat as he chewed. It was the best pie he'd ever had.
"This is good," Edd whispered.
"Thank you, im happy you like it." Hannibal picked up a glass of wine from beside him.
We didn't even have wine, he really brought that with him, Edd thought.
"See, your friends taste better than how they acted. I find that's usually the case." Hannibal said.
"What..." Edd shuttered.
"I said your friends taste good. Do you disagree?" Hannibal asked.
"You... This is..." Edd said mortified.
"I fed you your friends? Yes. And you told me they were good." Hannibal responded.
Edd threw up.
"It's not nice to waste food, now you can't finish your plate." Hannibal frowned.
"You're sick," Edd tried to stand up but he couldn't. His legs were tied up and they felt like jelly anyway. Edd still tried shaking his way out. Will grasped the chair. Edd cried out.
"Who are you calling for?" Hannibal asked.
"Help!" Edd yelled. Will put his hand over Edd's mouth. Edd tried to bite it and Will quickly pulled his hand away. Will threw his chair to the floor.
Edd groaned as he hit the floor. Will made his way over to Hannibal and helped him stand up. They walked over to Edd.
"I say we should leave him here with the others, it would wrap up the scene," Will suggests.
"Help!" Edd shouted trying to crawl.
"I like that idea, would you like the honors or shall I?" Hannibal asked.
"I can do it." will said pulling out his dagger.
"No! Help!" Edd shouted. Will turned him over. He brought the dagger to Edd's neck.
"Anything else to say?" Will asked. Edd spat in his face. Will dug the blade into Edd's neck and watched as Edd gasped bringing his hands to his leaking neck.
Will stood back and waited for it to end. After Edd took his last breath will picked him up and tucked his chair neatly back at the table. Hannibal observed it.
"Not too bad, this was fun Will," Hannibal said.
"We are never doing this again." Will sighed.
"That's ok with me, one last thing," Hannibal limped around the kitchen. Eventually, he found a piece of paper and a pen.
He scribbled down a message and left it in the middle of the table.
Will walked over and looked at it.
"Enjoy, Jack Crawford. Really?" Will read aloud.
"Why of course, we must remind him we are still around," Hannibal said.
Hannibal and Will cleaned up. Once they were done Will grabbed Ringo and walked up to the neighbor's door. He carefully set the cat down and rang the doorbell.
Will ran to the car and sped away with Hannibal. The neighbor opened the door rubbing his eyes. "Who is ringing the bell so late?" He asked.
"Meow," Ringo said.