ＤＲ． ＨＡＮＮＩＢＡＬ ＬＥＣＴＥＲＴＨＥ ＳＯＰＨＩＳＴＩＣＡＴＥＤ ＫＩＬＬＥＲart above by Nonsense▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝ａｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｍｏｔｈｅｒ ｔｅｌｌｓ ｙｏｕ，
ａｎｄ ｍｙ ｍｏｔｈｅｒ ｃｅｒｔａｉｎｌｙ ｔｏｌｄ ｍｅ，
ｉｔ ｉｓ ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ， ｓｈｅ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｕｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｓａｙ，
ａｌｗａｙｓ ｔｏ ｔｒｙ ｎｅｗ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ
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You are a crime scene investigator. This is the fourth house you've been to this month and it's only the 15th. You know who the killer is. You feel it in your bones. Suddenly you hear a loud crash in a bedroom upstairs. You run to the old staircase to investigate and scale it quickly, grabbing a flashlight on your way. You open the door to reveal an empty room, with noting but a single beam of light above a small VHS tape. You carefully pick up the tape and go back downstairs reporting nothing upstairs and that it must have been some sort of rodent. You continue your day normally, VHS stuffed inside your briefcase. When you get home later that day, you remember the VHS. You carefully walk over to your TV, and pull out your old player. Youu pop in the VHS and turn on the TV. The screen is fuzzy, when all of a sudden a hand uncovers the camera to reveal a small empty room, the one you were in earlier, and the face of a kiamara rises out from the shadows.
"Hello, my name is Dr.Lecter. Hannibal Lecter. This is my story."▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ
ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅｙ ａｒｅ ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ．
ｔｈｅｙ ｊｕｓｔ ｓｅｅ ｔｏ ｉｔ ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ
ｄｏｎ'ｔ ａｄｖａｎｃｅ ｉｎ ｌｉｆｅ．
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"You see, before we begin this interview I would like to explain something. Everything I say here is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Before we begin I'd like to tell you something else, I am not a malicious killer unless they deserve it. These horns may look bloodstained, but I would never do something so stupid as to stab with my horns. The first two murders were not me. But I have to say the next few were not the same case...
The deer horns are merely a remembrance of my fallen sister, and the start of my life.."You hear a noise and pause the video. A familiar kiamara walks into the room and looks at you. You recognize them immediately as Raphael, he works for the FBI, you remember he is head of the behavioral science wing. You know why he is here, he must have seen you with the tape. He lingers in the room and you hit play on your remote, the video resuming at it's previous location.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝ ａｌｌ ｇｏｏｄ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｔｏ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｗｈｏ ｗａｉｔ．
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Warning- if you are made uncomfortable by serial killer tendencies, please DO NOT read the following story."So, mister- I mean Doctor Lecter, what is it that you do to these... things you kill?"
You assume that was some voice from behind the camera and you see Hannibal look up at you.
"To put it simply.. I devour them. Mentally and physically. I start with finding out everything about them, they are selected from a list I keep around. I find where they live, hide, spend their time doing, their relationships- this usually takes a month or two. Then I start to follow them; slightly at first, happening to appear places they go during the day, suppose maybe at work. It slowly escalates to where I know where they are 24/7. Then, I start to lure them, be it a coffee date or a party invite. I get to know them. I find out more aspects of their personality- especially weaknesses. Then, I trap them. Once I have them, I lock the doors and don't let them out. Maybe knock them unconscious? That's when they wake up in a room of my house, no memory of anything. Maybe missing a finger, and I think you know what happens soon after that.
But don't worry- they don't feel a thing."
"Ah. So, Can I call you Hannibal? Hannibal, what would you describe yourself as?"
"Certainly not as a monster. Others may describe me as a few things, if they don't know me. Possibly gentlemanly? Smooth? Sophisticated? Suave? I believe I am all of those things and more. Despite being those things, as a young kiamara, I was still well-mannered, but I was quiet, I kept to myself. I talked infrequently, rarely did I speak a word. But now? I'm a bit more social. For my own reasons of course."
"How did you become who you are today?"
I suppose I can answer that question with another question; What made YOU who YOU are today? As you can seee, it is not one thing, multiple things. Too many things to think about, all overflowing in your mind as you recall previous events in which you expiereced, slowly molding the person you are today. It is not only the one incident that made me who I am. No, much more complex than that, as any being is. Once you taste the flesh of another of your kind- something changes. Something in your brain. Bloodthirstiness? Maybe. It's like an addictive drug.. Eating others that is.
The tape stops abruptly. The screen goes black, and a few seconds later something pops up on the screen. It's a map. To what location? Possibly Hannibal's whereabouts. Either way, you'll follow it, even if it is a trap. Even if you are the next victim. You rise slowly. (Continued below)▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝ｉｓ ｔｈｉｓ ｃｏｉｎｃｉｄｅｎｃｅ，
ｏｒ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｂａｃｋ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｃａｓｅ？
ｉｆ ｓｏ， ｇｏｏｄｙ－ｇｏｏｄｙ．
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This is a PM-RP between me and { .Lady Kat. } with "You", Hannibal, and Raphael
{ .Lady Kat. } writes Rafe while I write Hannibal and "You"
▀ - Raphael ||
▀ - Hannibal || ▀ - You
** This happens after the tape has finished playing **
Special Agent Raphael Giovanni sat beside the nondescript crime scene investigator whom had evidently kept and hidden the tape so that they could watch on their own. Naturally that would likely have repercussions, though Rafe had to admire the sheer gall of someone who was willing to investigate this on their own....it demonstrated an odd sort of pluck. All the same he was far more interested, for the time being, in the smooth and loquacious voice that was emitting from the dark figure depicted on the VHS tape.
Leaning forward Raphael listened with quiet interest and intent as the figure calmly stated that he devoured his victims mentally and physically....as though he were discussing the time of day or what sort of tea he preferred. Such nonchalance in regards to his crimes....it was breathtaking. Keeping his emotions in check Raphael vowed then and there that he would meet this fellow criminal, no, this fellow CANNIBAL, and see if perhaps some sort of alliance could be formed. Secretly of course, since naturally it wouldn't do for the bureau to discover that the head of behavioural sciences was a serial killer and cannibal himself.You watched Raphael stare into the screen and he seemed quite interested. You, right as you saw the tape, already identified this criminal, your old pal from school. No, was it that guy at college? No, no, it wasn't him, he died two years ago.. Could it be? Was that....Lecter?!
You knew right away you were dealing with no beginner, as you had always known his swift way of luring people. You had been extremely infatuated with him before he left his job, and spent countless hours a day dreaming of talking to him. After he left all those years ago, he had slowly faded from your memory as you had found someone else, but as you watch him, his every move fills your mind with memories of the past. You register nothing he says, as you stare blankly at the screen, lost in thought.
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❝ｗｈｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｘ ｈｅａｒｓ ｔｈｅ ｒａｂｂｉｔ ｓｃｒｅａｍ ｈｅ ｃｏｍｅｓ ａ－ｒｕｎｎｉｎ'．．． ｂｕｔ ｎｏｔ ｔｏ ｈｅｌｐ．
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By ChibiI'll be gone over the weekend with my friends to the beach, so I suppose this will be how finished it will stay for the ending |D
I'm so sorry, It's not nearly as much as I wish to have written, but when school starts you only have so many minutes on the computer each day.. 
