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Years have passed since the death of Hannibal Lecter's younger sister's (Mischa's) death. He got his vengeance on those who were involved with Mischa's suffering and painful death. He decides to go to her grave and "talks" to her...

Song: My Immortal
Song sang by: Evanescence


Submitted:Jul 3, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Young Hannibal Lecter knelt down by his little sister's grave and stared down at it, sadness filling his eyes. Why'd she have to die? Hannibal thought for so many years. He closed his eyes for a moment and recaptured the fear and pain on the faces of the men who had killed his sister by cannabalisim. He thought of the last person he had killed who had been involved with his sister's suffering and painful death. The last three words he said to the man before killing him were: "'M', for Mischa!"
He opened his eyes slowly as a revengeful-looking smile appeared on his face.
"They paid, Mishca...They suffered like you did. Now, they know what it's like to feel the pain you felt. To feel the fear of dying." He whispered huskily as if Mischa had been standing in front of him. "Mischa, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry I was so weak. If I hadn't been so weak, I would have slaughtered those men's necks off." He muttered. "All those men made you and me suffer...For years and years I'd be asleep, muttering your name in my nightmares of you being murdered by those men. Your screams of pain is when I'd wake up to sweat dripping down my face and the urge to seek vengeance." He said as his voice shook from anger and choking on the tears that were begging to be released. "If only I could hear your laugh or see you smile or something again...I'd give anything to see you again..." He whispered the last few words, looking down and trying to stop the tears that had began to fall from his eyes. He wiped the tears away and sniffed lightly, looking back up to her grave. "I love you, Mischa and I always will...I hope you can forgive me for not saving you that day and not slaughtering those men's necks off and for being so weak..." He whispered softly and apologetically, feeling more tears run down his cheeks. He took out a pocket knife and began to carve an 'M' into her gravestone. "...'M', for Mischa."

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me...





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