Guardian Angel ((Hannibal)) Upon this dark and dreary night, Will lay in his bed, tossing and turning. He was covered in sweat, groaning in his nightmare-infested slumber. The nightmares were filled with haunting images of Garrett Jacob Hobbs and that ravenstag. While still asleep, Will sat up and got out of bed. He blindly wandered over to the desk he kept his gun on, and picked it up. Will staggered to the front of his house and out the door, going off in the direction of the woods, his gun firmly held in his right hand.Guardian Angel ((Hannibal))2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A good distance away, Hannibal sat in his kitchen, quietly writing. He wrote about Will; about his rapidly diminishing sanity, about how despite his own cruel intentions, he still wanted a friendship with the shorter, empathetic man. Hannibal sighed and put down his pen, staring off into Oblivion, his mind racing with thoughts of Will. He felt something inside- some sort of powerful spark, but he wasn't entirely sure on what it was. Or was he?