Posts by animeluver727

Will raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. "Lecter?" he asked to confirm what he just heard. He spoke of the name as if it was a ghost of his memories. He nodded and cleared his throat. "What of him?" he questioned, seating himself in a rather unstable-looking chair. Ha. It's a metaphor. Because he's also unstable.

Lenny grabbed Travers' hand and guided it to the wound on his arm. "Well first, you gotta hild it so ya don't bleed out. Ya dãmn fool," he muttered. "We know his face now though, don't we? We have an actual, physical lead! For the first time in forever, eh?"

Rolf followed Nolan after the deed was done. "I vas so close to just ending it all. It might have been easier for us. Hitler vould have done it, no?"

Will cleared his throat, already visable uncomfortable by the conversation. "Haven't seen him in months," he admitted, although whether or not he was saddened or overjoyed by that aspect was unknown. "Perhaps ... Best to avoid him," he mumbled quietly, shaking his leg anxiously.

"For God's sake Travers, you're gonna bleed ouy faster if you keep hurryin' all the time, ya moron," he yelled, following behind him closely. "We're wrappin' you up first, and then we're gettin' files, a'ight? "

Rolf snorted in amusement. "Dey saw our vaces. Vhat happens next, hm? They go to police station and use our images to locate us again. Ve must keep moving," he encouraged, inspecting his pistol once again.

Will readjusted his position and let out a confused hum. "What's there to talk about?" he asked, locking his gaze on the coffee cup for an instant, and then back up at Mason. "L-Like I've said ... I haven't seen him in ages. What specifically ... Did you want to know?" he repeated, biting his lip, as if he was about to stroke out.

Lenny slipped into the driver's seat, smirking to himself and throwing his fedora to the back of the car as he revved it up. "What, so we catch them, give em' the death penalty and wave goodbye as they're hauled away? Seems a lil' shallow," he chuckled, pressing the accelerator rather quickly. He was quite worried that Travers would bleed out. His circulation was probably going nuts.

Rolf pulled back from his grip with a tiny nod, placing it on the counter casually. It would make a beautiful house-warming gift. "Vhatever you say, boss," he stated submissively.

Will beamed at him, standing up to help him out of the house. "No, really – thank you," he insisted, and his smile morphed into that very indecisive, mildly unsettling grin. He went over to the door and opened it up for him. "You get home safe now," Will encouraged.

Lenny nodded, pulling up into the department's parking lot with a screech of tires. "I know, I know. A'ight. Let's do some research huh?" he said with enthusiasm, leaping out of the car and opening the passanger door so that Travers could escape without harm.

"Hope dinner is delicious!" he added, his statement engulfed in sarcasm, before slipping back into his shady house. He patted Winston on the head, as if it was some kind of reassurance, before trailing into his bathroom. He blinked several times, cringing slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror. Will ran the sink and splashed water onto his stubbly face. When looking up again, his image was slightly disoriented – a black-silhouetted figure. He panicked, letting out a sudden gulp of air as he stumbled backwards. His breathing heightened for a mere second, and then he stopped as quickly as he started. He grabbed a razor, examining it in between his fingers, and, like a lifeless corpse, wandered out of his cabin – his face motionless.

Lenny sprinted into his office, searching his desk for any associations. Any at all. "Crippled Irish red-haired man, crippled Irish red-haired man, crippled Irish red-ha – Got em'! Heyo, Travers, whenever you gotta second not bleedin' out, I found em'!" he hollered, the new manilla file tightly in his grasp.

Will squinted, still grasping the razor so tight, that his knuckles began to turn almost entirely white. "Ben. Ben? Ben ... Ben. Benny boy," he mumbled incoherently, shuffling closer to the child, completely entranced. "Ben-ja-min ... Benben ... I'm sorry," he said, grabbing the child aggressively by the arm, and at last revealing his razor. "I-If I don't do it ... Then he will." And with that groggy line, he plunged the razor into the boy's stomach.

"I feel like we about to look at some classified information here, ol' boy," he added, slipping the pieces of paper from the large folder. "Well lookie, lookie. Both of em' – this ain't their first crime. They've been at it for a while then."

Will stared at him, his eyes essentially looking as if they weren't human. They were bleak. Dull. Lifeless. His conscience had disappeared for the time being. "Sorry ... I just missed your l-liver. It would have been so much less painful," he rambled ominously, wiping his forehead with a blood-stained hand and smearing it onto his face. "This ... This is the mask I wear,"he whispered, waving goodbye to the slowly dying boy as he traveled further. He eventually wandered into the small city, shanking people left and right. Some screamed, and oddly enough, some didn't even notice.

Lenny smirked. "Well first I highly reccomend disarming the both of 'em. They had the jump on us last time – and you obviously ... Uh ... Took the hit,"he added, gesturing to Travers' tainted arm.

Will let a tiny smile escape his lips and he watched handfuls of people flee in confusion, fearing for their lives. He wiped a drop of blood from his eyebrow, and stared at the crimson red on his hand. He still held the now dripping razor in his hand as tightly as he could. He sighed loudly, mumbling incoherent things again as he trekked on.

Lenny nodded, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs before they sprung into action. It helped calm him down. Oh, nicotine. "Got it, bud," he assured him, cocking his pistol in preparation for their attack before placing it inside of his suit pocket.

Rolf didn't bother to push Nolan around. If an Irish man drinks and drifts off, it is best not to touch him. He placed his pistol on the counter before walking in another room.

Will turned around swiftly, raising the razor blade one again, and prepared to strike. Oh Christ. It was Hannibal. Panic mode. "You – ?" he stuttered, letting go of the razor as it dropped at his feet, the blood spattering itself on the sidewalk. "Haven't seen you in ..." he said, unable to complete the sentence due to his slurred speech. He blinked hard, still evidently startled.

Lenny nodded in approval. "Let's. I'm as ready as ever," he confirmed, opening the car door and slipping outside in the darkness. He adjusted his fedora again and made sure that his pistol was still on him.

The somewhat comatose Will simply nodded slowly up and down. He struggled to follow Hannibal, swaying to and fro as he walked. "I ... Killed people," he muttered, his eyes becoming more aware to emotion. He began breathing heavily again, as if he was disturbed from a dream. "Ben ... Oh god ... What the hell did I do?"

Lenny held his pistol in front of him as some sort of defense, ready to fire if anyone made a sudden move. He focused on Rolf, seeing as he was the most physically threatening. "Just hold up, all of ya. And we won't shoot ya no more," he yelled, as a compromise.

Rolf glared at the dynamic duo, his eyebrows furrowed angrily. "Vhat do you two vant?"