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Assistant: Title: The Pomegranates of Wrath
        Author: Ladyjaderains Ladyjaderains 
        Chapter: 1/5 
        Summary: After Will is released from the Baltimore State Mental Institution for the Criminally Insane he has a far more real world experience than what happened in cannon.While his circumstances are held to a more realistic world standard... Hannibal is, as ever, incapable of being held to such a standard.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Please allow me to introduce myself...
    

    


  

  
  
    
    The letters sat in the mailbox like a bear trap waiting to close. Two months of mortgage payments and utility bills. No paychecks. So much for his rainy day fund.Then a few days later he received a bill, a f@ck@ng bill, from the mental hospital that had just released him. His hands shook as he read the attached letter and when he turned the page to view the bill itself, he had to sit down.Then he did the only thing he could think to do, he started drinking.*********To: Will Graham,During your recent stay at Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane there were certain treatments administered that fell outside the normal scope of our care. Namely, the treatment for encephalitis and the experimental drug induced hypnosis, which you requested.Enclosed you will find your bill for these treatments.You will also note that there is billing based on the additional staff resources which were required due to the exceptional circumstances of your stay.For example, being transported outside the institution to engage in crime scene work at the behest of Jack Crawford.As you're aware, our hospital is state funded and therefore our budget does not allow for one patient to be a considerable drain on said resources.You may contact our office at the number below to set up payment arrangements.From: The desk of Dr. Fredrick ChiltonThe enclosed bill was for a considerable sum, far higher than what should honestly be charged but Fredrick was feeling vindictive. Not only had Will failed to be the cash cow for a book he'd been hoping to write about him but he'd managed to go free under highly dubious circumstances.Now he found himself more than slightly concerned about Will's claims regarding Dr. Lecter and the board was breathing down his neck to balance the books of the state funding.He'd played fast and lose with Will, believing he would provide much fodder for his own personal gain but that hadn't panned out. All Will Graham's stay had done was cause trouble between the elevated cost of his care and the public scrutiny of one of his orderlies attempting murder on the mans behalf.Not to mention placing him at risk with the most notorious serial killer at large in the area.Well, Will was soon to discover that there was a price to pay for causing him disgrace and disruption of the running of his facility.*******Jack was fuming.The board of directors had met and decided that while cleared of his crimes, they simply no longer wanted to be associated with the bad press Will Graham had brought to the agency. Therefore, they were not only declining to have him resume his position as a professor but were also refusing to allow him to return as a profiler.Jack had argued with the decision to no avail.When he sat down to deliver the bad news to Will, the man simply studied the floor in silence before getting up to leave. For the fact that Will could read others so well, at times it was frustratingly difficult to know what was going on in his head.Jack stood as well and leaned over to grasp his arm. Will's eyes shot to his hand and lingered."If anyone can catch the Ripper, Will, it's you. I may not be able to compensate you for your time and effort at the present moment but if you were able to gather anything. Any evidence at all that led to his arrest... I'm certain I could get you reinstated at your previous positions."Will simply continued to stare at Jack's hand and he released him. Watching the man leave his office, he sat with a deep sigh.If Will was right about Dr. Lecter and Jack had begrudgingly began to suspect he was, then he was their best hope. The heavy burden of how he'd treated the man the last few months had never felt heavier than it did now.*******Alana was unsettled.She had not especially looked forward to meeting with Will after what he had done to Hannibal. However, she hadn't been expecting to return home with most of his dogs.Jack was being surprisingly unforthcoming about what was going on as well. When she confronted him he only answered vaguely that Will wasn't immediately returning to work so that he had time to come to terms with his imprisonment and the false accusations.Will had been even less open.Alana had informed him of how she'd needed to chip Winston as the dog had repeatedly gone looking for him and Will had agreed to having Winston return to his care but gave her no real reason for not accepting the rest of his pack.He'd simply asked for space and time to figure things out. It was so very unlike him and despite her bitterness for his recent actions against Hannibal she found herself compelled to respect his wishes.**********"Where would you like to begin?"Hannibal settled into his chair feeling a nearly giddy sense of pleasure. Will had returned to him. Not only had he returned but he looked better than he ever had. Stronger. More attractive as well. He could not help but hope that Will had put special effort into his appearance just for him.Whether to tempt him, to please him, or to simply show that Hannibal hadn't broken him... the reasons didn't matter. Well, they didn't matter overmuch. What mattered was that Will had him in mind when put the extra effort in.The last he spoke with Alana she'd said that Will was taking a break from the F.B.I.Jack had confirmed it.It was possible that this was an elaborate ruse to get him to let down his gaurd around Will. It was equally possible that Will had seen his work at the F.B.I. for what it was: incompatible with who Will had become. Beneath him.The thought was thrilling.Either way Hannibal did not intend to be the one who broached the subject but to his dismay Will did not mention it. No, the man seemed hyper focused on what had happened between the two of them and Hannibal was certainly not going to complain."I've been wondering, Dr. Lecter, for some weeks now about our interactions while I was incarcerated.""Oh? Anything specific?""Yes, I've been wondering how you felt. Seeing me like that, I mean.""How I felt?" Hannibal gave Will a subtle smirk, "is this my session or yours, Will?""It's whatever I need it to be."Now Hannibal's smirk turned into a genuine smile. Will was throwing his words from their very first meeting in this office back at him. By doing so, he completely undercut any other argument he could make but also made clear that the words they shared had been as meaningful to Will as they had been to Hannibal.Committed to memory."Clever boy," he muttered under his breath before saying more clearly, "I found my feelings changed drastically over the two months you were held, Will.""So? Start from the beginning.""At first, my main feelings were a mix of anticipation and curiosity.""You wanted to see what I would do," Will didn't ask. He stated, "I imagine there had to be certain amount of satisfaction as well."Hannibal wouldn't respond to that verbally but didn't question that Will didn't need him to confirm what he was unable to say. Hannibal had won but Will, much to his delight, refused to admit defeat."As time went on, of course, like everyone else my concern deepened for your welfare," Will snorted at this which was rude. Hannibal had a firm rule about rudeness but every rule must have its exception and he'd made peace long ago that Will was his exception. He was, after all, exceptional, "by the end of your stay I will admit that it was your absence in my life that I felt more than anything else."Hannibal watched as his confession hit it's mark. The words were true and he allowed himself to drop his mask enough for Will to see the sincerity of them. To feel it as Will felt everything, whether or not he wished to.The idea of consent for a man such as him must be very muddled indeed, as he was constantly forced to take in the thoughts and feelings of those around him and feel them as though they were his own.His speech about eye contact had been choke full of lies about the physical appearance of their fleshy orbs while being underscored with the simple truth of Will's existence, to look into someone's eyes was to see too much or in rare cases, too little.Hannibal had been a rare exception for Will, as well."Tell me, Will. How did you feel when I would come to visit you?"Hannibal recalled Will's words from the day he'd invited both him and Alana to convince them he no longer blamed Hannibal. So many manipulative mechinations Will had engaged in. However, he'd always felt part of that speech had truth to it and it was confirmed now."I felt betrayed as deeply as I have ever felt, by you. In general, I don't give others the opportunity to get close enough. I can't say when I had last. Maybe childhood?I thought back to all of our previous conversations, I had nothing but time and my thoughts. I went over them word by word and realized how often you freely expressed what you knew I was feeling as if those emotions were your own.How you felt," Will's words started to waiver here but to his credit he pulled himself together quickly. Not, however, before he finished the sentence, "a responsibility for Abigail."Will took a deep breath and plunged on, "like a father figure to her. How I found you by her side in the hospital. How you supported me and my perception of the situation.I must say, Dr. Lecter, I felt like a fool and then, I felt nothing but anger.""Yes, your acolyte, Matthew, delivered that message quite well for you. How did you feel when you discovered that his assignment had not been completed to your standards? That he failed due to Jack and Alana?"Will let his head drop back and closed his eyes for a moment before lifting his gaze to meet Hannibal's fully, a rare thing indeed, "I felt... as though I had finally met a formidable opponent."The silence stretched between them and Hannibal savored it, "by the end however, my feelings too had changed.""How so?""You're asking the wrong question, Dr. Lecter."Hannibal tipped his head in acquiescence, "why then?""I believe I was finally able to see your design.""Which is?"Will smiled his Halloween Jack o' lantern smile and then completely evaded the question."It's hard to express the impact of your betrayal. It's even more difficult to recognize how easily I was deceived and drawn in by your ruse.That said, you are the only one I can possibly talk to about any of this. No one else believed me and even now, I find myself completely alone in my knowledge. The only person who was even willing to give me a dubious benefit of the doubt..."Will swallowed hard, "it's my fault she's gone. I can see that now.""Why do you say that?""I should have known by then but it took her death to fully learn the lesson my own loss of freedom failed to teach me...You will always win."Hannibal felt a thrumming pleasure in his guts at the words. They were as beautiful to his ears as any aria he'd ever heard sung.However, he was more than mildly disappointed when Will refused his offer for dinner, as often their most interesting interactions happened at his home and he enjoyed feeding Will.With each week that passed his displeasure grew as his invites continued to be rebuffed.********Will pulled up the help wanted ads, again. He rubbed his eyes with one hand and between Winston's ears with the other as they loaded. Truly he wasn't fit for much. Anything customer service related he knew he wouldn't survive for long, if they didn't fire him first for creeping out the customers. It would be playing fast and lose to hope to be fired before he broke and quit, so he could collect unemployment and even then it wouldn't cover the bills.Even if he didn't include the ones from f@ck@ng Chilton.It didn't matter much anymore. No one had responded to any of the jobs he had applied for. Either they recognized his name on sight or they were one Google search away from finding Freddie Lounds articles, as well as, the myriad of others about his recent trial.Days stretched on and he had to accept the reality of his circumstances. He was unhirable. He could allow his house to go into collections and lose everything or he could attempt to sell fast.The market was at the end of its decline and prices were rising. He'd bought during the lowest of the dips. He huffed a laugh with no mirth to himself, remembering how fortunate he'd felt. How it seemed so unreal.He'd spent his whole life uprooted, traveling from place to place. Nothing he could ever call home and against all odds he had gotten through school, used his biggest curse to his favor and secured a well paying position that allowed him to hide away from the world when he wasn't teaching and for the first time ever, he had a real home.Hannibal f@ck@ng Lecter had entered his life and now it was all gone. All of it.He'd scoured through realtors until he found one he felt sure was just underhanded enough to pull off what he wanted without being so sleazy that they'd try to f@ck him over too much in the process.He never wanted the property to be listed or it'd be all over tattle crime, he was certain. It had to be very hush hush.He wasn't looking to make a huge profit but it had to be enough.Fortunately the realtor panned out the way he'd hoped. He took a bit more than his fair share but not too much. He'd worked the field for long enough to know a handful of people who were wanting secluded properties that would change hands discretely and had the money to pay in full.Thankfully, Hannibal wasn't one of them and he'd picked this realtor with that in mind. The man was more likely to be served as dinner by Dr. Lecter than to to sell him a house.He'd met with each of the perspective buyers and went with the second highest bidder. The man intended to fully fence the property and shoot anyone who trespassed. That would buy him time he needed in case any of his "friends" came calling while the fencing was built, if his vehicle wasn't there, they'd assume he was out.Once the fencing was built and the man was living there? Well, they'd be entering at their own risk then.The most important thing was he had just enough money to do what he needed to do, for now, until he figured out his next move and what he needed to do was survive. Survive so he could make his weekly appointments with Dr. Lecter.***********Once again, Will declined his offer to dine with him and Hannibal was nearly tempted to be rude about it but held back and instead resigned himself to walking Will out to his truck. However, Will's truck was no where in sight.There was, however, a rather unsightly commercial van in his parking lot that he disliked upon laying eyes on it and of course, it was Will's."You purchased a different vehicle?"He couldn't keep the distaste from his voice and Will smirked. The truck had been an eyesore but this was even worse."Goodnight, Dr. Lecter."Was all the response he got as Will unlocked the drivers side door and got in. As much as he enjoyed his cruel and clever boy, there was truly no accounting for his tastes. Hannibal huffed a sigh as he made his way to his Bently.How he longed to show Will the finer things in life, to pamper him and see him lavished with all that he deserved. He was a sublime specimen, surrounded by pigs. Knowing nothing but the fecal muck of the sty he'd been born and bred to. He couldn't see his worth amongst the swine.It was something Hannibal dearly wished to reveal to him.He returned home and made himself dinner as he sipped an exquisite wine he'd hoped to share with Will, even if the other man couldn't yet appreciate it's intricacies.He mulled over this new piece of the puzzle.He and Alana had recently, amicably broken things off between them. He had allowed his ardour to slowly dwindle in the weeks since Will was released and having her as a romantic partner no longer served him. He'd slowly implanted the idea that the break was her choosing and that she was the one who had lost interest until the inevitable conversation took place.However, to the best of his knowledge upon their parting she was still caring for six of Will's dogs, along with another she'd acquired for herself and she was still under the impression that Will was simply on an extended leave of work.A reconnaissance visit to Wolf Trap the following day did nothing to answer his questions. Will's new vehicle was no where in sight. Nor his old one.The only vehicles that were there seemed to belong to workers who were constructing a new fence around the property which was not something he could see Will doing. It wasn't impossible though, Will did say he saw Hannibal as a formidable opponent and it wouldn't be unwise for him to employ extra security.The new vehicle itself held clues. Law enforcement were known to use such vehicles when monitoring those they wished to survey but why show it to him then?Unless he wished to tip Hannibal off but why even go this far if that was Will's goal only to show his hand so quickly?Alternatively, such vehicles have been know to be lived in but that was a thought he did not want to entertain in the slightest. The days were getting colder. The nights more so and Will had a home.Didn't he?Hannibal decided then and there what his next necessary step was. He needed to place a tracking device on Will's van. Then he would have a much better idea of what his devious boy was up to.So he searched on his iPad at length to find the very best product he could and with a few clicks it would arrive before Will's next session.**********As much as Will had sometimes hated his childhood he'd always be grateful for the skills it had instilled in him.Before he left his only home he'd loaded his clothes, his fishing gear, his mattress, and his tools into the van. As well as Winston's favorite dog bed.He outfitted the thing with a mini fridge and a hot plate that could be plugged into the cigarette lighter portals. Got one of those phone chargers that plugged into them too. Got a splitter so he could have multiple things plugged in at once.He'd worked hard on the inside of his new home on wheels. Insulated it as well as a tin box could be. He found a nice campground with hookups he could plug the van into so it could run the electricity needed and pump heat in over night. Got a space heater that'd plug into the vehicles power source too.The campsite was near the harbor, where he hoped he could hide among the masses of other faceless, nameless folks looking for day work on the fishing boats and the ace up his sleeve, repair work for the boats themselves. Which paid significantly higher.The campsite also had a what was either a larger creek or a small river running through it and he was able to catch much of the protein he needed for himself and Winston.He found a cheap 24/7 gym nearby that had showers and an a laundry mat down the street.He kept his "good clothes," those he'd bought before all of the sh@t in his life hit the biggest fan so far, separate from his working clothes. He afforded four outfits, one per week for the month, for visiting Dr. Lecter.He knew the rest would soon be grease stained and grow holey from the salt and wind of the sea.The next several weeks went by in a blur. He went and worked hard during the day. Returned to the campsite, fishing morning and night for an hour or so was no chore. Made himself a fire. Drank his whiskey.Once a week he went and got fully groomed at the gym, did his laundry and walked into to the den of the devil.It actually wasn't so bad. Until it was.*********It hadn't been overly difficult to find someone to affix the tracking device to Will's van and Hannibal greatly enjoyed tracking the man's movements. Looking up the addresses. In short order the picture became quite clear.Either Will was living out the most elaborate trap he'd ever seen or he was truly homeless. He knew when and where Will was always and he savored the knowledge.He knew where he was most likely working (the docks), where he lived (an rv park), what grocer he shopped at.Each week before Will arrived he would frequently glance to see him travel through the same routine as Will prepared for their weekly meeting. It was costing him time away from the harbour.It was costing him gas as Hannibal's office was the only thing not near the harbor that Will journeyed to.It certainly cost Will in a myriad of ways that had nothing to do with money, which he obviously did not have much of, to engage in the dance... in the chess game of wits and emotions each week but it was also arguably his biggest expense and yet, with so little, he was still choosing to do it.Choosing Hannibal.Most endearing of all was how well he hid it. He never mentioned his state of unemployment, of homelessness.He showed up freshly showered and shaved in one of four outfits he rotated throughout the month.It was exhilarating to know that Will was hiding all of this from him and putting in all of this effort into doing so.For his part, he never poked or prodded into the parts of Will's life he wasn't revealing. At one point, before he'd bribed a young ruffian to place the tracker for him during their session, he had asked if Will had any new cases of interest.Just to see how he'd respond, of course. Will had said he no longer wished to discuss work matters, with a look meant to indicate that Hannibal was a work matter.  To make him back off and he did but now so many weeks later, Hannibal felt certain that he wasn't, because Will truly wasn't working for the F.B.I.It might be a personal vendetta still, one that could reopen the doors that had closed to Will but for the time being, he didn't have their resources or support.As fate would have it, despite the exorbitant price of the tracking device it's battery did eventually need to be recharged while at the same time Hannibal couldn't help but note that Will's days at the harbor had gotten shorter and his days at the RV camp were growing longer.Curious.He had been so curious as to what was Will up to and had the perfect excuse to give in to that curiosity.He did need to charge the tracking device after all. Certainly he could pay the same ruffian to to remove it and return it to him. Recharge it and then have the lad reaffix it the following week but a better idea had struck root and while it might not be the wisest course of action, in short order Hannibal found himself purchasing a top of the line RV with a motorcycle bay in back.He could come and go safely under his helmet and watch Will in person.In the meantime, he whittled down his clientele, making necessary referrals for all but the very few that he actually found interesting. He made certain that he had his "big rig" parked and set up in a good position to watch Will's campsite before the last of the low battery signal letting him know that Will's van was away could die out.Then he returned to his office and hid his motorbike away. Changed out of his leathers and into his suit. After all, the game was just getting interesting.**********He should have known this was coming. Fishermen gossiped as easily as housewives and eventually he'd be recognized, despite giving everyone the bastardized version of his name.No sooner than he'd really gotten used to responding to being called, "Bill," he found less and less of the folks at the dock were needing repairs or claimed they needed an extra set of hands for fishing.Will's heart had sunk. They knew.Or rather, someone had finally recognized him and word had spread. He'd managed to put money away over the weeks before. His expenses being his phone bill, the rv lot rent and electric bill, the gym membership, quarters for the laundry mat, supplements for the fish he caught: rice, beans, potatoes, a few spices. He'd lived similarly before. He could do it again.Gas money was draining him only second to whiskey. He switched to cheaper whiskey. Then to the cheapest vodka on the shelf. He grinned imagining Hannibals expression at the swill. Still, it got him drunk and he drank every night.Not working just meant more time drinking.  More time with Winston too. His own rations got smaller but Winston's stayed the same. It didn't matter, he got most of his calories from alcohol anyways.He was thankful that the rv park had public toilets and a "pay cash and we ask no questions" policy. The toilets along with everything else got more frigid by the day. Just enough heat that the water didn't freeze.He was f@<PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_EMAIL_ADDRESS> first when he went to see Dr. Lecter he had grand visions of his reckoning in mind. Over the weeks... he looked forward to going just to talk to someone who saw him as he used to be. Maybe even saw him as more than he ever was.Now, as he forced the final dregs of a bottle down his throat before crawling into a van he couldn't afford to heat and passing out... he wasn't sure whether to hope he didn't wake up... or whether to hope they'd have one last conversation first.Hannibal, like alcohol, had become an addiction and as an addict, he always wanted one more bump.He chuckled at the thought as he sat swaying on his camping chair by the fire made of dead wood he'd found in the surrounding forest."Penny for your thoughts."The words interrupted his moment of mirth. He turned, not recognizing the voice. One man became two, then three, then one again."My thoughts aren't worth your penny."He was amazed at how clearly the words came out despite his inebriated state.The man smiled in a predatory way and Will smiled back. It would p@ss Hannibal off to no end to have some lesser being be the one to kill him and that filled him with a reckless joy. He knew he could come across as far less drunk than he was but he was in no position to fight and didn't really want to."I've been camped just down the way this last week," the man pointed and Will nodded, he'd noticed the truck and the tent down the way, "looked like you ran out of drink and I've got some beers to spare. Mind if I join you?"Will gave the man a sharp nod and went back to staring into his fire.In short order a few thicker, purchased logs dropped into his fire, a cold beer was pressed into his hand, and a bag of chips was tossed into his lap."Seemed like maybe you could use something to munch on," was all the other man said as he settled his camp chair down next to the fire.Will opened the bag and slowly ate some chips, tossing one occasionally for Winston to hunt down and sipping his beer. The other man was good company, in that he didn't say much.Until he did."I noticed you fish a lot.""Yeah.""You catch a lot too.""I've been doin' it a long time.""Yeah, practice makes perfect I guess."Will barked a short laugh, "nothing perfect about fishing... except everything that is."Another peaceful moment stretched between them."I don't mean to pry but it's been getting colder. I've seen my meter running up for the little space heater but... and I don't want you to take this the wrong way but I was worried mine was wrong and checked yours and I noticed it's not really moved at all."Will stiffened up. He hadn't been running much of anything. It was f@ck@ng cold but he was mostly counting on being too drunk to not pass out for a few hours and then he and Winston cuddled up together. His only fear of dying in his sleep that no one would notice his dog was trapped in the van with him.He'd sobered up a bit and the man sitting next to him was solid. Not splitting into tangents. The potato chips in his belly and the beer had softened his intoxicated state. Still, he was far from sober. The guy obviously wanted something beyond someone to share a beer with."What do you want?"The man smiled in that predatory way again. Will had a good idea of what he wanted."Just saying, it seems like you could use some cash.""Yeah, and what are you hoping I'm willing to do for it?"The man held up his hands in mock surrender, "I mean, I ain't got no real expectations or nothing. Just wanted to say a neighborly hello but if you were looking to make money I could think of a few things.""Such as?"There was an edge to Will's voice now and he felt a clawing desperation inside him. He only had enough to cover a few more weeks... he really wasn't sure what he'd do after that. Drop Winston off at Alana's place with a note... buy enough liquor to drink himself into oblivion.Go offer himself as a meal to Hannibal?He chuckled morbidly at the thought and then realized the other man had been saying something."I'm sorry, what?""You don't gotta laugh just saying if you'd be interested... I'd pay."Will slowly returned to the reality around him. As he'd figured, this man was propositioning him."I'm not... I've never...""One hundred dollars for your mouth and I won't be rough. I'll let you do what you're comfortable with... you sure are a pretty thing."Will was too drunk to be embarrassed by the mans words though he knew he'd feel horribly humiliated and shamed by them tomorrow.Right now though, Drunk Will didn't give a f@ck and Drunk Will was at the wheel, "how much if I let you be rough?"The man's eyes went beady as he all but salivated at Will's words. He licked his lips and took a swig of his beer, "two hundred... I'll give you two... if you let me."Will swallowed the rest of his beer, "give me a six pack of these too and you have a deal."***********Hannibal watched from his RV as Will accepted money from the other man, the man who'd brought him more alcohol when he was obviously far too drunk to think clearly. Yet, despite consuming alarmingly large amounts of cheap but potent brews, Will rarely got unsteady on his feet or threw up.It wasn't a good sign.Will took the money and Winston and secured them in his van. He put out the fire with a bucket of sand he always had handy. Then he drank one of a handful of beers the man had brought him down so fast that Hannibal could scarcely believe it hadn't come right back up, he turned and dropped to his knees in front of the other man.Hannibal leaned in, transfixed. He'd watched Will, on and off, for days. The man fished, left sporadically to find work from what he could tell but often returned in short order with a fresh bottle of booze. Fished some more. Hunted dry wood. The on again off again snows of early winter were making it harder.He'd gloried in the idea that soon enough, Will would have no choice but to come to him and divulge the truth. Ask for help.He'd spend hours fantasizing about the conversation. What demands he might be able to make. What luxuries he would provide if Will agreed.And now... to see his precious mongoose brought so low... well, he was at once transfixed by it and enraged but still he watched and waited.The sight before him was both alluring and pathetic. Will... obviously had no idea what he was doing nor did he seem to care. The other man allowed him to fumble about for a bit before he took Will in hand. Gripping his curls harshly, the swine rutted into him with abandon.Will's body went lax and though it was dark and he was at a bit of a distance, through his binoculars he felt certain that Will had simply went away inside himself and allowed the man to possess him with nothing of himself there but his body.At one point it seemed as though Will was nearly pulled forth as the other man had no care for his throat but as soon as he started to truly gag and struggle the other man let up slightly but then jammed himself fully in. Will went so still. There was no way he could be getting oxygen now.Hannibal watched his throat work a few times, reflexively and watched as the man obviously came down his throat and let Will drop, walking away. However, the way Will had stilled. The way he'd not struggled at all as his breath was cut off... it lingered with him.After several moments, Will pushed himself up. He let Winston out of the van and quickly drank down two more of the beers before whistling for his dog to return to the van and crawling in himself.Hannibal waited several minutes more before prowling through the darkness to the meter the van was plugged into... for the first time in several nights, it was slowly turning. Will had turned on the space heater.'
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