#ladymischa

Even though all of the new Mischa’s are GREAT, I’d like to give a special shoutout to msmischalecter, seslionne,  story-collector-mia, ladymischa, & finemxrespice. Being around longer doesn’t make them better, but I’d like them to know that they are appreciated. The Mischa trailblazers, if you will.

Hannibal Lecter, head surgeon and doctor in the U.S. Army, it is World War Two. Today he was forced to go into Nazi Germany behind the front lines as they raid a concentration camp. Guns, blood, oil…. All of the terrible scents you can think if mixed with the smell of burning flesh and sewage from the camp. It had turned out that they knew the American troops were coming…. Killing off most of the people here. Hannibal spots a German…. That reminded him of… Oh God. He shot at the man right between the eyes and runs over. Picking up a dirty child, bloodied and bruised. Taking her back to the tank as he went back to aid the others and kill. Always the killing. Loving every second of it. The camp was raided and flushed out, the majority of the innocent dead, or dying. They took the men, women, and children back to camp, Hannibal fed and tended to the most basic of needs. He spots the child he saved earlier and gives part of his rations to him/her. The child was so skinny and dirty he couldn’t tell what gender, and he didn’t want to peek. Once he got back to the camp, more died on the trip there. But that child was among the few who lived. Hannibal prepares to tend to that poor thing and quickly changes into his army medical scrubs.

"I-- yes, it is. If I may ask, are you in need of one?"

"Ah, yes, Mischa." Hannibal gently pet her hair with a kind, fatherly smile on his face, "I love you too..."

"Non, I'm not a pirate, mademoiselle. Far from it."

"Oh my…goodness, those little chubby cheeks! What’s such a precious little angel doing out in the woods?”

"Thank you Mischa."