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Chapter 2 – Hunter and Hunted

Will felt as if he
would be sick the moment he opened his mouth. Letting his gaze swipe
over the room he took in the grim faces, one of them vividly standing
out. Something about the look on that woman's face disturbed him, as
if the grim look was merely a mask she had put on for appearance's
sake. But before he could analyze his thoughts too deeply Crawford
had already started to speak, introducing him to the room.

“This is Will Graham. He will
assist us in the capture of Hannibal Lecter.”

He thought he saw the
woman's mouth twist in distaste, but it might merely have been his
over-reactive imagination. In the meantime Jack had begun to
introduce the other agents, but Will barely paid attention to him.

He didn't care, who
they were. It was better to not know such things if one hunted a man
like Hannibal Lecter. Because if one of them died and he knew their
name, they would likely haunt his dreams. It was better if they
remained nothing but nameless faces in his mind.

But then Jack
introduced the redheaded woman as Clarice
Starling and Will's full attention was suddenly focused on her. He
knew that she had talked to Hannibal, needing his help for a
difficult case. There was a myriad of thoughts and feelings suddenly
swirling through his head, most of which he didn't want to analyze
any further.

Will especially didn't
want to face the jealousy. Jealousy that Hannibal had talked to
someone else like he had talked to him. This was insane. He was
envious of another FBI agent's talks with a serial killer, because in
the end that was what it came down to. But looking into Clarice's
eyes he found the same jealousy he directed at her burning back at
him.

What was it that she
envied about him? The fact that he had been the first to work with
Lecter? Or his privilege of almost getting
killed? Or maybe even the fact that Lecter was always with him, a
voice constantly nagging at the back of his mind?

Trying to clear his
head Will broke their eye contact, tiredly plopping down in his
chair. As soon as he had sat down Jack began relaying all the info
they needed and in Will's case didn't exactly want to hear.

The gruesome details of
Hannibal's escape and his murder of Dr. Chilton. And that was about
all they knew. They had no idea where he might have headed to or have
found a place to hide.

“Agent Graham is the one most
familiar with Lecter's thought patterns. Will, any ideas of where he
might have disappeared to?”

Scoping up the bravery
he always had possessed Will stood up from his chair, trying to
concentrate on what he knew of Hannibal's mind.

“Wherever he has gone is most
likely a sophisticated and cultural city. Knowing his preferences I
suppose that he has gone to either Italy or France. What we shouldn't
forget about Lecter is that although he was deemed insane by the
court, he is able to think and act completely sane, making it
difficult to trace him.”

It was interesting to
watch Clarice frown in distaste as he spoke
of Hannibal's madness. She had obviously only gotten to know the
calm, rational doctor and not the madman, who would kill you if given
the chance.

“At the moment he is hiding,
but as soon as he feels save, I am certain, that he will take up his
killing again.”

Will signaled with a
nod, that he had finished speaking and Crawford took control again.
As soon as he sat in his chair again the FBI
profiler let his mind wander, thinking about Lecter and the mad turn
his life had taken once again.

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Getting out of Jack
Crawford's car Will rubbed his hands over his temples, trying to will
away the headache that had plagued him for the last hour. Maybe a
walk would be enough to clear his head and allow the pain to recede.

“Jack, I'm going
for a walk.”

A cold wind blew in his
face as Will started going down the street. It looked as if there
would soon be rain. Putting his hands deeper into his pockets the FBI
profiler walked further, not paying attention to his surroundings or
the first light drops of rain that hit his head.

His thoughts were
swirling in circles, always going back to the subject of Lecter. Now
that the old memories had been raised once again he could almost feel
the phantom pains start in his lower abdomen, causing his scar to
itch and throb.

It started to rain
heavier, the water running down his face and plastering his hair to
his head. He should probably head back to Jack's house, but he didn't
feel like it. Will didn't care that his clothes were almost soaked
through, the first drops of cold water running over his skin.

The rain was like a
curtain, hiding everything around him, even the dark car that was
following him ever since he walked away from Jack's house. But Will
did neither see it, nor the grin spreading over Hannibal's face as he
watched his favorite FBI agents walking figure.

“Careless Will.
Everyone, who would want to hurt you could easily do so.”

Murmuring these words
into the silent car Hannibal reached over to the radio, switching it
on. Classical music filled the air and he started humming to it. Ah,
that piece brought fond memories back. He had played it at the small
soirée he had held the same night
that Will had almost died. What a fitting background
for his evening plans.

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The streets were empty
as Will decided to walk back to Jack's house. Everybody but him
seemed to have run away from the cold, the rain and the darkness that
was slowly descending upon the city. He did neither notice the dark
car parked on the side walk, nor the black clad-figure watching him
intently.

Maybe his instincts had
lessened during the time he had spend away from the FBI, because he
only noticed that something was wrong when a strong arm slung around
his body and a rag was pressed to his mouth.

Chloroform.
Will's brain recognized the smell the second he inhaled it. He knew
that he should stop breathing to keep himself from falling into
unconsciousness, but the urge to struggle
against his attacker was stronger than the other instinct.

He tried to break free,
but the chloroform was clouding his senses,
infiltrating his system. Black spots were dancing in front of his
eyes, just before the darkness overwhelmed him completely. Although
it had seemed like minutes to Will, it had been merely seconds before
he sank down into Hannibal's arms.

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His head throbbed in
protest as Will slowly came awake. The room he was in was flooded
with light, hurting his eyes and forcing him to close them again. The
ground under him felt soft, too soft to be a carpeted floor.

Extending his hand he
let it glide over the material, feeling the coolness of silk under
his fingers. Strange, why would someone kidnap him just to place him
on a soft bed? The answer to his question was hovering in the back of
his mind, but his thoughts were still to foggy for him to figure it
out.

Will lifted his hand
shielding his eyes from the light. Slowly opening them he blinked
into the room, surprised at the lushness of his surroundings. Instead
of a small barren room like kidnappers usually used them for holding
their hostages Will found himself in a large baroque
room.

He was laying on a huge
double bed, that was covered in expensive
silken sheets. The light was coming from a large chandelier
hanging from the ceiling. It illuminated the whole room, allowing the
profiler to see two armchairs that were placed in front of a
fireplace. All the walls were decorated with paintings that didn't
look like they were merely copies.

And then it clicked in
Will's head. Hannibal. Nobody else would kidnap somebody just to
place them in stylish surroundings. Reflexively grabbing at his waist
Will found his pistol gone. Not that he had expected anything else.

No matter what
everybody believed about Lecter, Will knew that he was cunning. It
wouldn't have been like the doctor to go to all this length to kidnap
him, just to leave him with a weapon. Especially not after he had
promised him that he would put a bullet in his head the first chance
he got.

Unsure what he should
do Will got up from the bed. He didn't think that the door
would be open, but he tried it anyway. To his complete surprise it
swung open, a small creak the only sound suddenly ringing in the air.
Sticking his head out of the door Will looked down the lit hallway
wondering what kind of game Hannibal was playing with him.

Deciding
that he wouldn't find out if he stayed in his room Will walked down
the corridor, trying every door he passed. All of them were locked.
Will expected an attack at every corner, waiting for the pain that
would signal him that Hannibal had stuck another stiletto in his
body. He wasn't afraid of being shot, since that was far too profane
for the doctor.

Will had reached the
end of the hallway and was now facing a finely crafted ballroom door.
Gathering his courage he opened it.

TBC...
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