Send me § for my muse’s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.
There wasn’t an inch of his body that didn’t ache in that moment. Sprawled out over the foot of the basement stairs in Hannibal Lecter’s house. Barely conscious after having been thrown down the flight by the owner of the house himself, undoubtedly setting their brawl on its final conclusion.
The thumping of footsteps down the stairs pounded in Zeller’s head along with his racing heartbeat. It was all he could do to just lift his head up, but even that became too much it and it fell back down to the cold cement floor, his bloody mouth breathing hot on it. His left leg lifted as Hannibal grabbed it and began dragging Zeller further into the basement. He was useless to do anything about it.
Finally, Hannibal stopped and let Zeller’s leg drop to the floor again. The man circled around the agent once before using his foot to turn him over onto his back. Zeller uttered a grunt as his bruised back rolled against the floor and coughed, drops of blood painting the corners of his lips. The Ripper smiled wistfully above him, turning over the silver kitchen knife in his hand, watching the metal grin in the light.
“Where you are right now,” said Hannibal to the agent as he knelt down beside him, “is the exact place where she was.” The dull blue of Zeller’s eyes suddenly brightened, like the blue flame of an oil lamp that had just been kindled. The initial horror of the realization evolved quickly into humility. To be where she had been. To fall as she had fallen. It was almost an honor. Finally came the spite.
A spray of blood and saliva coated the Ripper’s face as Zeller put the last of his energy into spitting in his face. Hannibal swiped his hand over his face and opened his eyes to see a grinning Zeller.
“Go fuck yourself,” the agent muttered hoarsely. The Ripper cocked his head at that before pressing the tip of the knife to Zeller’s chest, right above his heart, and sinking it in. Zeller’s eyes widened and his lips uttered a small whimper, before inhaling and exhaling his final breath.