Dear Clarice,
You may be wondering what perhaps it
is that I am doing sending you a letter.
It is to inform you of something I am doing.
Perhaps it's bragging or something more for
me to tell you. I have taken on an
apprentice of sorts. He's a fine young lad
that I hope you could someday meet.
I took him from his father a few days
ago after the man had tried to, borrow, some
items from my humble shop.
Don't worry he's not dead yet but he is
in no amount of happiness either. So goodbye
for now, Clarece
Best Wishes
Hannibal Lecter.
P.S. I had the skin cream made
up just for you, hope you
like it. Since the last one I
got you never recieved.
***
Setting down his fountain pen Hannibal carefully picked up the letter and folded twice horizontally before sliding it into a rather expensive envelope. Dripping some wax from a nearby red candle he carefully put his family crest into it before it completely hardened. Satisfied with his current work he slid it into a large manilla folder with the address filled out to a remailing service before sealing it up.
Dropping back in the chair and allowing himself to let out a deep breath he hadn't known he had been holding. Hannibal turned to the small boy asleep in the middle of his floor curled up in a position like a cat. Finding this boy was a stroke of luck and he did not want to give him up for anything.
Two days ago the boy had tried to steal some food from him but when he had caught him the boy simply gave the food back. Said it was a game his father told him to play. If the boy could steal the food and the person could not catch him then he could have the food. Hannibal had shown mercy on the polite yet rude boy and explained that he should not do that.
Perhaps it was old age or what he saw in the boy. It was a kind of quiete intelligence not like his own which was worn openly. The boy held back his smarts for some reason. The way the boys eyes looked almost mirrored his own. Always looking out for something or someone to take advantage of yet soft and compassiote which Hannibal himself was not. Breifly he had seen his sister Mischa in the boy. Perhaps in his mind he was still looking for a place to bring her back. But the string theory didn't work.
Simply feeding the boy and asking a few innocent questions he had gotten more than he had bargained for. The boy opened up to him like a textbook. Not a textbook case that he could know how to work with but a new one. Perhaps the boy was headed down the same path that he had taken. He seemed to be waiting for something to accelerate his progress without even knowing it.
A rustling noise upstairs caught his sensitive ears and he sat up from his chair and grabbed his borrowed tanto blade with it's hard plastic handle before patting the boy on the head eliciting a slight purr from the sleeping boy. Smiling serenely as the boy moved his body more into the pat he started up the steps to his other guest.
Knocking on the door before entering Hannibal opened the door slowly to reveal Genma chained to the ground his body completely wrapped up in heavy chains weighing down. A try of fine food that he had put out was gone the tray laying in front of the man with some little crumbs on it.
"Hello Mr. Saotome. How are you this afternoon?" He asked pleasently.
"Lemme go!" Genma shouted straining against the heavy chains.
"Now now Mr. Saotome you'll pull a muscle and besides theres no need for you to get up. Everything that we need is right in here." He smiled pleasently but having the Saotome tanto held up near Genma's face ruined the effect.
"What are you going to do?" Genma said trembling slightly as the blade ran along side his face.
"You should never ask." Pausing he pulled the blade away for a second. Genma slouched down still looking up at the small sleek man. Slashing quickly and cleanly Hannibal cut out Genma's throat allowing the blood to spill down on plastic he had put under him.
"It ruins the surprise." He finished cleaning the blade with a napkin.
You may be wondering what perhaps it
is that I am doing sending you a letter.
It is to inform you of something I am doing.
Perhaps it's bragging or something more for
me to tell you. I have taken on an
apprentice of sorts. He's a fine young lad
that I hope you could someday meet.
I took him from his father a few days
ago after the man had tried to, borrow, some
items from my humble shop.
Don't worry he's not dead yet but he is
in no amount of happiness either. So goodbye
for now, Clarece
Best Wishes
Hannibal Lecter.
P.S. I had the skin cream made
up just for you, hope you
like it. Since the last one I
got you never recieved.
***
Setting down his fountain pen Hannibal carefully picked up the letter and folded twice horizontally before sliding it into a rather expensive envelope. Dripping some wax from a nearby red candle he carefully put his family crest into it before it completely hardened. Satisfied with his current work he slid it into a large manilla folder with the address filled out to a remailing service before sealing it up.
Dropping back in the chair and allowing himself to let out a deep breath he hadn't known he had been holding. Hannibal turned to the small boy asleep in the middle of his floor curled up in a position like a cat. Finding this boy was a stroke of luck and he did not want to give him up for anything.
Two days ago the boy had tried to steal some food from him but when he had caught him the boy simply gave the food back. Said it was a game his father told him to play. If the boy could steal the food and the person could not catch him then he could have the food. Hannibal had shown mercy on the polite yet rude boy and explained that he should not do that.
Perhaps it was old age or what he saw in the boy. It was a kind of quiete intelligence not like his own which was worn openly. The boy held back his smarts for some reason. The way the boys eyes looked almost mirrored his own. Always looking out for something or someone to take advantage of yet soft and compassiote which Hannibal himself was not. Breifly he had seen his sister Mischa in the boy. Perhaps in his mind he was still looking for a place to bring her back. But the string theory didn't work.
Simply feeding the boy and asking a few innocent questions he had gotten more than he had bargained for. The boy opened up to him like a textbook. Not a textbook case that he could know how to work with but a new one. Perhaps the boy was headed down the same path that he had taken. He seemed to be waiting for something to accelerate his progress without even knowing it.
A rustling noise upstairs caught his sensitive ears and he sat up from his chair and grabbed his borrowed tanto blade with it's hard plastic handle before patting the boy on the head eliciting a slight purr from the sleeping boy. Smiling serenely as the boy moved his body more into the pat he started up the steps to his other guest.
Knocking on the door before entering Hannibal opened the door slowly to reveal Genma chained to the ground his body completely wrapped up in heavy chains weighing down. A try of fine food that he had put out was gone the tray laying in front of the man with some little crumbs on it.
"Hello Mr. Saotome. How are you this afternoon?" He asked pleasently.
"Lemme go!" Genma shouted straining against the heavy chains.
"Now now Mr. Saotome you'll pull a muscle and besides theres no need for you to get up. Everything that we need is right in here." He smiled pleasently but having the Saotome tanto held up near Genma's face ruined the effect.
"What are you going to do?" Genma said trembling slightly as the blade ran along side his face.
"You should never ask." Pausing he pulled the blade away for a second. Genma slouched down still looking up at the small sleek man. Slashing quickly and cleanly Hannibal cut out Genma's throat allowing the blood to spill down on plastic he had put under him.
"It ruins the surprise." He finished cleaning the blade with a napkin.