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Hannibal ([info]i_consume) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2008-08-03 23:26:00

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Entry tags:hannibal lecter, jack harkness, murder mystery, the murderer

MM23 [Jack H]
The hallways of the hospital were silent and empty. Nobody roamed. Nobody even breathed. A peculiar scent wafted through on the currents of the air conditioner. Blood. From two different sources. It filled his nose and perked his senses. He found that it made him feel more alive.

It felt like forever since the last time he'd killed, when in reality, it wasn't so long ago. Moments, hours, days, weeks. None of it really mattered time wise. Every kill was in his mind, perfectly preserved so that he could visit them again at any moment. Any time he liked, he could go back and relive every second. Feel the blood on his hands again. The knife blade sinking into flesh. The screams. The struggles. That first acrid aroma of blood as it hit the air and continued to spill out.

Hannibal moved the hallways, silently, carefully. Hunting.

Maroon eyes surveyed the vast expanses, through the darkness, looking for silhouettes, for bodies. His sharp ears listening for the tell tale beating of another human heart. His own rhythm carefully toned down into background noise.

His fingers gently clutched the handle of a wickedly curved knife. Something he might have picked up from reading his own books. A deadly osprey claw-shaped serrated blade. His intention was to use it on the next person he came across.



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[info]i_consume
2008-08-04 01:56 am UTC (link)
"Strange because you've wandered onto my territory, friend. You've stepped willingly and gingerly into my path. Considering some things happening as of late, I would think this would be the last place you'd want to be. Bold it is. Perhaps a little rash, as well?"

Hannibal lifted an eyebrow, and deftly glance down to meet the gaze of the second blade brought into the situation.

"What do you think your chances are? How's your luck been recently?"

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[info]i_cantdie
2008-08-04 02:01 am UTC (link)
Jack laughed. "It is a hospital, not some forest wilderness, my good man. And the same could be said for you, walking into my path as well. Things have been crazy lately and I find that I go where I am led, where it seems right to be." He smiled wider and nodded. "I am nothing if not a bit rash most of the time yes."

The knife was held out but not in offense. Not yet.

And then came the Harkness smirk and with deft hands, he threw his knife dead center of the strangers chest. "Oh I'd say my chances are good. Very good. And I always make my own luck," came the reply.

"How about you, Doctor Lecter?"

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[info]i_consume
2008-08-04 02:08 am UTC (link)
Hannibal looked down at his chest. The blade sunk in all the way to the hilt. It was an expert throw, and he had expected nothing less from the man who had killed so many people in such a short amount of time.

The deaths had all been rather sporadic and boring. Without style, without grace, and without reason. All of them - as Hannibal had told Simon - not his style. It didn't mean that he hadn't envied the killer, hadn't wanted to be in those shoes, even momentarily. Wanted to be the one spreading the chaos.

It just wasn't him.

He could feel the breath leaving his lungs. He heard his heart slowing from the lack of blood there.

"Kudos." Was all he managed to get out before falling to the ground, dead.

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[gah trilian died]
[info]i_cantdie
2008-08-04 02:11 am UTC (link)
Jack laughed and it wasn't a nice laugh. He stepped forward as the doctor fell to the ground. Oh yes, just how it started, so did it end. The City would now be appeased, and all would be good.

"Good bye my dear doctor, and I thank you. For being MOST inspiring at times."

The knife was removed, and quickly put back in the pocket, and then Jack Harkness turned back the way he came, back through the corridors, and back out into the night time air of the City.

A new day would be dawning soon.

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