Who: Abigail Hobbs, Garret Jacob Hobbs and Hannibal Where: The top floor of a house near Hannibal's home. When: Early Saturday morning Warnings: High - violence and death Open: No. Note: Abigail calls Garret "Dad" and Hannibal "Papa"
Garret looked over the unconscious form of his daughter and kissed her forehead, trying to pretend she was only sleeping. He didn't like that he had to hurt her, but it was for the greater good. She'd understand that. He could tell that she was starting to wake up and he took her purse away from her, making sure her phone was there. He couldn't have her calling anyone. Not until he'd had a chance to remind her of what needed to be done.
Abigail's eyes opened slowly. Her head was throbbing and she couldn't figure out where she was. The last thing she remembered was leaving the wedding and walking towards her home. Someone had grabbed her and slammed her into a wall. Then there was blackness and now she was laying down on something soft, maybe a couch. There was a bit of light streaming through the windows. She looked around slowly and held back a scream when she saw her dad. She concentrated on what her Papa had taught her during training, to stay calm. "Dad?"
"Yes, it's me." Garret filled a glass of water from the sink. It had taken him a great deal of time to clear this place of books and he had yet to rig up the electricity. At least it had running water. He brought the glass to his daughter along with two pills, placing them on a table near her. He touched her head, running his fingers through her hair and then checking for bumps. "I am sorry I had to do that." He nodded his head towards the table. "Those will help."
Abigail trembled when he touched her hair and she knew she'd never take those pills. She nodded as if she would. "Why am I here?"
"So you can be with me." Garret replied as if kidnapping his own child was a normal thing to do. "We can pick up our old routine through the door. I've arranged for us to take a few campus tours in Nevada."
Abigail shook her head and stood up. His 'old routine' meant serial killing and using her as a way of luring victims. "No. We can't. I don't want to. And the people in Vegas have powers, like the people here. You'll be caught. Killed or locked away. When the door closes, if you're alive, you'll be sent back here to this island. There are people here who will do anything to protect their daughters...or avenge them." She didn't want him to hurt any teen girls on the island, especially Adele or Annie's daughter or one of the Sullys. And she had to consider what would happen if he went after Maryanne's daughter. She doubted there would be any compassion for her father's mental illness then. She opened her mouth to continue arguing, but he cut her off.
"How is your new life? Do you enjoy working at the bakery? Do you make kidney pie?" He walked over to her, placed his hand on her back and looked her directly in the eyes. "You would make delicious kidney pie." His tone was gentle, but the implied threat was very clear to Abigail. He watched as his daughter closed her mouth and looked down. "Take your medicine. It will help you sleep. You don't have to watch this."
"Watch what?" Abigail asked, knowing he was going to kill someone. It was the one thing he never let her see. She put the pills in her mouth and hid them between her teeth and her cheek.
"When I'm done things will be right again. You can only have one father." Garret said, turning his attention from her and over to the window. He took the rifle off his back and knelt by the open window, aiming his rifle at the door of Hannibal's house.
Abigail spit out the pills when he looked away and hid them under a sofa cushion. "No!" She yelled loudly. She wouldn't let anyone hurt Papa or Will. She walked close to her dad and looked out the window, recognizing Papa's home instantly. The sun was already up and he was never one to sleep in. He could walk out that door any second now, off to work or to look for her or Will. And her dad was a man who could shoot the fleas off of a deer - he never missed. She continued yelling at her dad to stop, begging and pleading too. He didn't listen anymore then he had when she begged him not to kill girls in Minnesota. He calmly placed his finger on the trigger instead.
"Put the rifle down Dad or I will end this. I will end you!" Abigail meant it. He'd taken her purse but she still had her knife. Papa told her to always keep it close. If she could injure him enough to make him retreat, she'd just end up in this position again and again. And next time, he might have killed girls first. She had to take action for the sake of everyone on the island, especially her loved ones. And for her dad's sake too, sparing him the wrath of those that would make him suffer before killing him or locking him away like an animal in a zoo.
Abigail reached into a well hidden pocket in her dress and pulled out her knife. For the first time around her dad, she felt strong. She stood behind him and gave one last warning that was ignored, before pulling his head back and slitting his throat. He died quickly, the blood spraying everywhere. She dragged the body just enough to get it away from the window and then looked for her purse.
When she found her phone, she dialed her papa's number and prayed for him to pick up quickly.