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Title: Winning
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 8, Victory
Author's Note: Sequel to "Last Dance."
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.


"Hello, Will. It's good to see you again."

"I can't say the same." Will crossed his arms over his chest as he stood in front of the cage where Hannibal sat, calmly staring at the other man.

He hated what he saw.

How had he ever thought that this smug, reptilian creature was his friend? He must have been blind not to see the malice in those eyes, the evil that was inherent in those snakelike features. There was nothing good about this man. Nothing at all.

Hannibal represented pure evil. There were no redeeming qualities about him whatsoever, not in Will's eyes. He could see nothing but filth and decay on the other side of those bars.

He was thankful that he'd managed to get away from that decay.

How could he have been so blind? It didn't seem possible that he'd managed to overlook all of the obvious signs of mental instability that he could now see clearly.

It made his skin crawl to think that this thing had ever managed to get into his mind, and had been able to manipulate him to the point where he had almost lost his life, as well as his sanity. He was just glad that his eyes had finally been opened.

Well, hindsight was 20/20, he told himself. Now it was time to move ahead, and to concentrate on getting the answers he needed from this monster.

He was going to win this battle, dammit. He was winning already, just by being the person on the other side of the cage.

He'd get what he needed from Hannibal, one way or another. He would find the answers, if not in the words that he could get Hannibal to say, then in the clues that those words would give him. Something was bound to trigger the memories that were hidden in the depths of his mind.

Those memories would be hard to face, but he had to do it if he wanted to recover the missing pieces of himself. He really had no choice in the matter.

He knew they were there. They only had to be coaxed out of hiding.

"I know that you're here for information, Will," Hannibal told him, his gaze not leaving Will's face. "And who knows? Eventually, you may find what you're searching for."

"Meaning that you have no intention of telling me what I want to know," Will said flatly. "You're going to make me work for every little bit of information I can get, and then I'm not going to know if it's a lie or the truth. It could all be just another one of your mind games."

"Indeed." Hannibal actually had the temerity to look amused.

This was what he'd expected. But he wasn't going to let Hannibal have the final victory. Somehow, he would get what he needed, and he would be the winning player in this game.

But it looked as though that victory would be hard-won indeed.