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Title: Bringing Death
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 39, Death
Author's Note: Sequel to "Lifeblood."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Had Hannibal really been trying to kill him with that knife wound?

If he had, then he'd made a serious miscalculation.

Will looked down at the horrific scar on his stomach, wincing as he took it in. It would always be there; it would never go away.

That scar would always remind him of what had happened, of Hannibal and the twisted symbiotic relationship they'd had. It hadn't been a friendship, not really ... but still, since that horrible night, he'd felt that there was something missing in his life.

Even though he had never completely trusted Hannibal, he was shocked -- and unnerved -- to realize that in a way, he missed the other man.

Hannibal had understood him in a way that no one else ever could.

Hannibal had realized that there was a dark side to his nature, a side that he struggled to keep under strict control, a side that could blossom if he let it have free rein.

But Hannibal had wanted him to surrender himself to that dark side, to bring it out front and center. He had wanted to create Will in his own image -- and that was something that Will would never consent to. In the end, Hannibal had realized that.

He ran his fingers slowly across the scar, wincing again. It was still tender to the touch; it probably would be for a long time, as would the scars that Hannibal had left on his psyche.

Maybe Hannibal had intended to kill him. That knife thrust had left him bleeding out copiously; it could easily have meant his death.

Still, Will didn't think that had been the ultimate intention. Hannibal was a doctor; he would have known how to thrust that knife to cause the most damage, exactly where the most vulnerable internal organs were. He had missed those vital parts for a reason.

He had wanted to keep Will alive. He still wanted to play his games, perhaps even still harbored a hope that Will would cross over to that dark side of himself.

Well, he would hold on to that hope in vain.

There was no way that Will was going to let that dark side of himself take prominence; pretending to let it do so had been the hardest thing he'd ever done in his life.

He couldn't do that again. He had felt more revulsion for himself when he'd been perpetrating that act than he had at any other time in his life; he wasn't going to go through that again. When he did finally catch Hannibal, it would be on his own terms.

If Hannibal wanted his death, then he'd have to try a lot harder to make it happen. And the next time they confronted each other, Will would be prepared for him.

The next time, he would be prepared to be the one who brought death.

And that death, when it came, would be well-deserved.