The Pure Psychopath

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Hannibal Lecter’s dinner party invitation….

his heart died with Mischa

“I see him as one of those pitiful things, sometimes born in hospitals. They feed it, keep it warm, but they don’t put it on the machines. They let it die. But he doesn’t die. He looks normal and nobody can tell what he is.”

Hannibal & blood spatter

The little boy Hannibal died in 1945 out there in the snow trying to save his sister. His heart died with Mischa. What is he now? There’s not a word for it yet. For lack of a better word, we’ll call him a monster.

No, I don’t believe they have.  I’m typically their first representative.  Though, sometimes they send out Mr. Loriel.  We could use whatever Doctors we can get to join.  We offer large benefits for both sides, and yet- *shrugs a little with a smile, offering a card* I find our selective side limits us to who we offer on both sides.  It’s why so little know of us.  We only have so much money to spread around, and we’d rather pay top money for who we feel is the best.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you and an honor to be even considered for something like this." Hannibal took the offered card and looked it over while continuing to speak, "I've had other offers, and I'm planning on opening a psychiatric practice soon, how much time will be needed to be dedicated with this offer?" The young doctor raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer, his slight smile still present.

 I found them. The men who killed Mischa. I have their names. 

Clarice | Howard Shore (Silence of the Lambs score)

They don’t have a name for what he is.