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New Fem!will story
6/5/13 16:55Chapter Text
"They were the same age, same height, same weight as his daughter Abigail." Will said as she paced in front of the wooden desk, lecturing to the class the room dark. The slideshow behind her showed the images of each girl killed by Garett Jacob Hobbs.
"There was a ninth victim, that fit her profile but Garret Jacob Hobbs didn't murder her." Will turned and switched the picture to the naked girl impaled onto the stags antlers. The smell of dead flesh and the screeching cry of crows flashed in her head as the girl was splayed across the slide.
"The killer who did this wanted us to know he wasn't the Minnesota Shriek. That he's better than that. He's an intelligent psychopath. He is a sadist. He will never kill like this again. So how do we catch him?" She questioned as she looked around the room, at the faces of the students eager to hear more.
Looking down at the ground she spoke again.
"This copy cat is an avid reader of Freddie Lounds and tattlecrime.com. He had intimate knowledge of Garret Jacob Hobbs' murders, motive, pattern enough to recreate them and arguable elevate them to art. How intimately did he know Garret Jacob Hobbs? Did he appreciate him from afar or did he engage him? Did he integrate himself into Jacob Hobbs' life? Did Hobbs' know his copy cat as he was known?" Will sat down onto the desk, and sighed, adjusting her glasses that kept sliding down her nose.
"Before Jacob Hobbs murdered his wife and attempted to do the same to his daughter, he received an untraceable call. I believe that the unidentified caller, was our copy cat killer." She said loudly to the class, the dark tone filling the room and everyone around were eagerly listening.
"That's the end of class, and I want you all to write why you think this copy cat killer did this, why would he declare himself different from Garret Jacob Hobbs. Class dismissed." The class packed up their belongings, and shuffled out of the room. Will picked up her papers and folders, pushing them into her bag and looked over to see Jack Crawford and Dr. Hannibal Lecter striding over to her. It was inevitable. God, Allah, or whatever magical deities out there hated Will Graham.
Just great. She groaned.
"That was a very interesting lecture, Will." Hannibal spoke praisingly to her, and she looked away from him and continued packing her bag together. Will missed the way he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Is this about Abigail Hobbs waking up?" Will spoke softly, pushing the thick rimmed glasses up her nose again.
Jack nodded. "Yes, we want to take her back to Minnesota. To her home. We suspect that she was her father's accomplice." Will scrunched her eyes, remembering her conversation earlier with Alana.
"When do we leave?"
"Monday."
Three days from today. Plenty of time to get everything ready, and call the neighbors to feed the dogs while she's gone. And for the appointment tomorrow with Doctor Lecter. Damn.
"Alright I'll be ready. See you tomorrow doctor." Will looks at him as she passes by, that same sharp look in his eyes that makes her skin crawl, like he can dig his way into her very mind. He is her psychiatrist so he probably can.
Will silently damns all Saturdays to Hell.
"They were the same age, same height, same weight as his daughter Abigail." Will said as she paced in front of the wooden desk, lecturing to the class the room dark. The slideshow behind her showed the images of each girl killed by Garett Jacob Hobbs.
"There was a ninth victim, that fit her profile but Garret Jacob Hobbs didn't murder her." Will turned and switched the picture to the naked girl impaled onto the stags antlers. The smell of dead flesh and the screeching cry of crows flashed in her head as the girl was splayed across the slide.
"The killer who did this wanted us to know he wasn't the Minnesota Shriek. That he's better than that. He's an intelligent psychopath. He is a sadist. He will never kill like this again. So how do we catch him?" She questioned as she looked around the room, at the faces of the students eager to hear more.
Looking down at the ground she spoke again.
"This copy cat is an avid reader of Freddie Lounds and tattlecrime.com. He had intimate knowledge of Garret Jacob Hobbs' murders, motive, pattern enough to recreate them and arguable elevate them to art. How intimately did he know Garret Jacob Hobbs? Did he appreciate him from afar or did he engage him? Did he integrate himself into Jacob Hobbs' life? Did Hobbs' know his copy cat as he was known?" Will sat down onto the desk, and sighed, adjusting her glasses that kept sliding down her nose.
"Before Jacob Hobbs murdered his wife and attempted to do the same to his daughter, he received an untraceable call. I believe that the unidentified caller, was our copy cat killer." She said loudly to the class, the dark tone filling the room and everyone around were eagerly listening.
"That's the end of class, and I want you all to write why you think this copy cat killer did this, why would he declare himself different from Garret Jacob Hobbs. Class dismissed." The class packed up their belongings, and shuffled out of the room. Will picked up her papers and folders, pushing them into her bag and looked over to see Jack Crawford and Dr. Hannibal Lecter striding over to her. It was inevitable. God, Allah, or whatever magical deities out there hated Will Graham.
Just great. She groaned.
"That was a very interesting lecture, Will." Hannibal spoke praisingly to her, and she looked away from him and continued packing her bag together. Will missed the way he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Is this about Abigail Hobbs waking up?" Will spoke softly, pushing the thick rimmed glasses up her nose again.
Jack nodded. "Yes, we want to take her back to Minnesota. To her home. We suspect that she was her father's accomplice." Will scrunched her eyes, remembering her conversation earlier with Alana.
"When do we leave?"
"Monday."
Three days from today. Plenty of time to get everything ready, and call the neighbors to feed the dogs while she's gone. And for the appointment tomorrow with Doctor Lecter. Damn.
"Alright I'll be ready. See you tomorrow doctor." Will looks at him as she passes by, that same sharp look in his eyes that makes her skin crawl, like he can dig his way into her very mind. He is her psychiatrist so he probably can.
Will silently damns all Saturdays to Hell.
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