Not Lost. Not Anymore.

Do you know what ghosts are? They’re sad, evicted things.

Memories without homes.

Will was barely coherent as a warm slur of words pulled him from his daze. His unplanned evening strolls were becoming more and more troublesome as time went on, leaving him further and further away from his humble home along the back roads of Wolf Trap.  A shadowed figure stood before him, looming over him and trapping him in the overwhelming brightness of headlights.  He felt like a spooked deer, trapped on the business end of a Bentley frozen in place.

He hugged himself, the late fall chill nipping at his skin. It took a moment before he could speak. 

“Would be better than hoofing it back on my own,” he admitted, taking a cautious step forward. “If you’re obliged to offer, I’d take something to warm up.”

A smile on his face, forced for the sarcasm in the others words as he walked back to his car and opened the passenger door for him. Ushering him into the warmth and shelter he was providing from the elements. “I’ll be just a moment.”

Closing the door once the man is seated, he walks back to get behind the wheel but first stopping at the boot. Is this not how all fairytales start? He muses to himself as he thinks of the tale of Hansel and Gretel, abandoned in the forrest by their father as they wonder in further where they find the house of the witch who would eat children. Or he could be the big bad wolf from red riding hood. Though it is similar, this has it’s own unique twist and he is a crafty and unknown creature that wonders through the night.

“Take this coat, I would hate for you to catch a cold. Where do you live?” He questions, it seems the man knows where they are. It also gives him the chance to slip his hand into his pocket and uncap the syringe. Hiding it in his sleeve at the ready as he waits for the man’s attention to be drawn. Having snuck it out of the boot, he watches as the man moves. 

When Will had felt a jolt of pain rush through his arm, it had already been too late. His body spasmed, and the last thing his weary eyes saw were the angular features of his abductor. Then, everything went black.

He was woken by the sound of water dripping against stone. It echoed in the vastness, and a droplet fell on his cheek. Will blinked once, then a second time to clear his vision. He wondered quietly to himself if he had been blinded, or if the darkness was so consuming that his eyes still seemed to be closed. 

Engine purring as his high beams revealed the world in front of him, it was not quite winter yet, but the first few specks of snow had begun to fall. It had been a good night, a kill and his ingredients for the next meal safely tucked away in a cooler in his trunk. The body displayed for one of the ripper killings, looking forward to the news that would follow over the next few days and the fear the public would have for about a week, or until another two bodies showed. Then they would rest for a while knowing that he would not strike again. It is however where they were wrong, there was always a man or woman who went missing. Ones that people did not really follow up on. The ones he brought home with him. 

It was by chance that he found the man on the road then, barefoot and only in a t-shirt and underwear. He put his hand up at the light while Hannibal approached in the car, slowing down until he stopped and got out. The man was lean, scruffy but he did not look like an addict. His arms were clean, he approached. Tilting his head as he took in all the features and looked for signs that would not make him suitable to consume, it looked promising. 

“Can I offer you a lift? It’s too cold to be wondering on the road, even more so in that attire.”

Will was barely coherent as a warm slur of words pulled him from his daze. His unplanned evening strolls were becoming more and more troublesome as time went on, leaving him further and further away from his humble home along the back roads of Wolf Trap.  A shadowed figure stood before him, looming over him and trapping him in the overwhelming brightness of headlights.  He felt like a spooked deer, trapped on the business end of a Bentley frozen in place.

He hugged himself, the late fall chill nipping at his skin. It took a moment before he could speak. 

“Would be better than hoofing it back on my own,” he admitted, taking a cautious step forward. “If you’re obliged to offer, I’d take something to warm up.”

Tell me your design. Tell me who you are.

I feel like I’m fading.

I have no taste for animal cruelty. That’s why I employ an ethical butcher.

I’ve given my life to death.

Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you?

You have intelligence, gut, a good eye. So how is it you that you wind up where you ended up?

Neither of us are really free.

If there’s problem, you need to tell me. Is there a problem?

Nothing here is vegetarian. Bon appetit.

Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you?

I feel like I’ve dragged you into my world.

So, how was my funeral?

You’re alone because you’re unique.

You tried to kill me. It’s hard not to take that personally.

Would it feel good to kill me now?

Fuck: Hannibal because from what I hear he’s wonderful in bed. 

Marry: Will because I’d like to wake up every morning to that sleepy little fisherman. 

Use a Random Number Generator to find out!

Bruised and beaten up

Passed out somewhere

Extremely happy about something

In the ER

Suddenly only 5 inches tall

Running away from someone or something

Bouncing off the walls hyperactive

In their underwear on your muse’s doorstep

Bought way too much stuff at a store

Completely lost

Very late to a meeting

Extremely frustrated with a pair of chopsticks

Showing up after disappearing for a week

With a stray or injured animal

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

Will scoffed. Frederick had made a point to be very… Vocal the entire evening. The constant interruptions were giving him a headache.

They had already agreed on a safeword - It was time to begin. 

Will scoffed. Frederick had made a point to be very… Vocal the entire evening. The constant interruptions were giving him a headache.

His hands trailed downward, palm pressed flat against the small of Frederick’s back. Will could feel the slow rise and fall of controlled breathing - his partner was still relaxed and comfortable.  

Will scoffed. Frederick had made a point to be very… Vocal the entire evening. The constant interruptions were giving him a headache.

Kidnapper:

“I’m going to tie you up!”

“Stop struggling!”

“Stop screaming!”

“Get in the car!”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“Should I gag you or blindfold you first?”

“Open your mouth.”

“How does this feel?”

“You’re coming with me.”

“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll let you go.”

“Why haven’t they paid the ransom yet?”

“Would you rather handcuffs or rope?”

“How are you liking the cage?”

“I may have to kill you.”

“Put your hands behind your back.”

“They’ll never catch me while I have a hostage.”

“Talk, or I’ll have to make you.”

“Hogtied on the floor is a good look for you.”

“Stop crying, or I’ll have to hurt you.”

Victim:

“Please, don’t tie me up!”

“Let me go!”

“Mppff!”

“Stop pushing me!”

“Untie me!”

“Please, let me see!”

“Please, don’t gag me!”

“Stop doing that!”

“What’s the gun for?”

“I’ll never tell you anything.”

“They paid the ransom, now let me go!”

“Could you loosen my handcuffs?”

“Why is it so dark in here?”

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“Stop hurting me!”

“Could you get me something to drink?”

“That hurts!”

“The ropes are hurting me.”

“… Time is luck.

                                     She knew the value of their days. She could hold a moment by its stem.

                    She had taught him to relish. ”