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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 27, 2007 10:16:00 GMT -5
He didn't like where Kate was heading, but he followed her anyway, not wanting to leave her even though he said he would if she wanted him to. She never really dismissed him, so he just stayed with her until she did. He stayed close and eyed the three teenagers wearingly. They were too much younger then Hannibal, for he was only 19 years old. He'd be 20 in a few months or so but these three were probably only 16 and 17, the third one looked to be about 18, but not a day older. He was careful to look at them as he stayed near Kate. His muscles grew tense, knowing that this was a bad time and place. They should leave, but Kate just kept walking as if she didn't even notice the three males by the fire.
His body put up a good defense as the male with the baseball bat came toward him, but he stopped when Kate attacked him, her fist pushing directly into his throat, which knocked him out almost instantly. Hannibal stepped back a bit, seeing that look come across her once again. Hannibal watched, his dark eyes glued to the scene as the horror before his eyes set into him. He watched how viciously she acted. The male's screams sent a shudder over his body, not being able to imagine his pain at that moment. He felt bad for the three of them, for she was not herself. Kate was no longer here and he watched in horror as she grabbed his neck and twisted it sharply. A sickening crack nearly caused Hannibal to loose his stomach as he fell lifelessly to the ground, nothing more to ever come from him.
He stepped back a bit as she punched the male in the ribs, causing him to gasp and fall to his knees. She stood over him, and picked up the piece of wood, and mercilessly, she brought it down and then up to cut open his throat. A few last choking gasps nearly made Hannibal cry out in pain, for both the sight and hearing the final gasps as the male tried not to die, but the blood overwhelmed him and caused him to pass on.
As stupid of a move as it was, Hannibal made his way toward Kate and let a gentle hand rest on her shoulder to grab her attention. He knew it wasn't the Kate he had known, but he wanted to tell her to get out of here, before someone came to see what happened. The screams had been loud and echoed very well in the alley way.
Before he could do anything to defend himself her hand was gripping tightly around the sensitive area of his throat and she practically threw his figure against the wall. It took her a second before she reacted and he could have sworn that he was going to die, for merely touching her shoulder in the wrong moment. The male's body was tense as he just waited for her to kill him, to finish him off and to get him out of her life. To stop causing these horrible moments where she suffered greatly and killed in response. Fear overwhelmed him and he could feel his hands shaking as he gasped. Her hands left bruises on his throat and his own very shaky fingers rushed up to ease the sore area.
His brown eyes no longer held the love that was usually in them, there was only room for fear. He pulled his legs closer to his body, and kept his hands around the bruised skin of his throat. No words came from him as she spoke his name in that choking voice. He flinched slightly, as she spoke, and looked at her as if he still expected to be killed. His face was colorless, and his lips were parted as the shaky breaths were drawn into his lungs. He didn't speak, or move. He just stayed where he was, against the brick wall with his legs pulled close and his hands around his neck.
Hannibal watched her in silence, watching as she fell to her knees at his feet. He kept himself together just barley and listened as her soft words escaped her lips. The words that came from her were very soft, but he heard them in the cold silence of the alley. He watched her, still unmoving she as his her eyes and tears poured down her fragile features. The features that he would have normally kissed and held close to him, but now, fear stopped him from making any sort of movement toward her. Dark eyes watched in silence as she hunched over and put her face to her hands and her hands to the ground, sobs shook her body.
Hannibal couldn't even begin to say what ran through his mind at this moment. He'd seen his life flash before his eyes, and that moment he had seen the Kate that he had loved and that he had known so long ago. He didn't see her anymore though. She didn't exist. What he was looking at now was a cold, outer shell of what the beauty used to be. She was still just as gorgeous, but the inner part of her that Hannibal had fallen in love with was gone. "You... could have... killed me." The male spoke very softly, much softer then needed because his throat hurt. "You're not the... same... anymore. I don't know... you." he said, trying to keep his words clear and all in one breath without the need to breath in between words. The pain in his throat stung with every syllable that left his lips. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 27, 2007 15:55:17 GMT -5
Kate wanted to touch Hannibal… she wanted to embrace him lovingly… but she knew he did not want her to touch him. A choked sob twisted a simple word weather it was in the name of love or in fear she might do something else she did not know leave… a voice just above a whisper. Telling Hannibal to leave finished her off… the rest of the Kate that Hannibal knew was gone… and in less than 24 hours the shell that lingered behind would soon follow…
Kate slowly stood up turning toward the opening of the alley way… Once small step turned into a run… Kate ran, and ran… she did not know were she was going but she doubted Hannibal was following…
-15 minutes later-
Kate was still running but now she was running home… the victim of nine people she killed Tristian, Annie, and Ruben… then Hannibal’s face all lingered in Kate’s thoughts… Tear flooded her eyes and rolled down her cheeks… this was going to end to night…
-1 hour later-
When Kate walked through the door of the now almost empty house that held nothing but sorrow memories she started down to the west wing to Annie’s old room… she knew Annie had sleeping problems and she had to take sleeping pills… as Kate opened the door to Annie’s room she walked across to the connecting bathroom… she flip the switch and turned on the lights… Kate walked softly walk to the medicine shelves… She picked up each orange bottle reading what the contains were… no, no, no… three bottles were dropped on the floor… yes… Kate held a large orange pill bottle in her hand. She opened the cap and dumped between ten and fifteen large white pills into her hand…
Kate looked down at her hand thinking of Tristian… three or four at a time Kate swallowed the pills two hand full of pill were now in her stomach… Kate still held the empty bottle in her hand as she made her way back to her room… she opened the door letting it swing back slamming against the wall she step forward her eyes blurred as her dizziness got worse… slowly she made her way across the room and into Tristian’s room… Kate made it to Tristian’s crib the bottle fell to the floor as she grabbed the side to help keep herself up… she leaned down and grabbed Tristian’s blanket and his favorite toy… the stuffed wolf… tears fell from her eyes as she held them up to her face cuddling them as if they were the last thing she wanted to feel… Hannibal… She wanted to say good bye… she turned Tristian’s things still in her hands… she stumbled over the to doorway… blurred vision and dizziness over took her… just as she stepped pass the door way and into her room her legs gave out and she fell against the night stand tipping it over as she fell to the ground tears still rolled down her face… her eyes were dilated and her eyelids were getting very very heavy… Hannibal… Kate’s words were lower then a soft whisper…Kate tried to keep her eyes open… but they were just too heavy…
Kate felt someone touching her she heard blurrily words as she though she heard someone say her name… who was it… who was holding her… who was saying her name?
Kate tried hard to open her eyes but her eyes lids only allowed them to open a very tiny bit… enough for Kate’s blurred vision to see that the light was on…
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 27, 2007 16:34:37 GMT -5
Hearing the single word crushed his heart. Even though he had said he would leave, it was almost impossible for him to believe she'd actually said it. He got so attached to people that sometimes he said things, but deep down he never actually believed that they would happen, and all this time that theory had never been proved wrong so he kept continuing to be just as loving and tender as always, saying things that he knew if he ever actually heard would crush him. When he said he'd leave to make her life better he didn't really mean it. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her to try and give her the best life he possibly could.
Why did he get so attached? He couldn't explain the feeling, but even though she had hurt him, his heart still felt as though she needed help. He watched her leave, and pulled out his cell phone to call a cab. He knew he couldn't beat her home, as healthy and physically fit as he was, he wouldn't be able to run home. He was in shock, and his throat ached, making it hard for the male to even breathe right. He walked out of the alley and met the cab at the road, making him go as fast as he could.
When he arrived at the mansion there was no sound coming from anything. He ran up the stairs, and nearly fell back down them as a cough escaped him, and caused him pain. He went up into their room to find her on the ground. He fell to his knees beside her. His hands, as nervous as he was to touch her, shook her body, trying to get her to snap out of it. He said her name at first, before he started practically yelling it. Every time she heard her name she moved, and he called 911 again. He found the bottle of pills and hurriedly explained what had happened as he kept his hands on her body, trying to keep her awake. He couldn't stay away from her, as much as he tried. Holy fuck, he couldn't believe she had tried to kill herself.
-15 minutes later-
He shook her again before running down stairs as he heard the sirens. He got the door and they rushed up stairs, and loaded her onto a stretcher. They pulled her into the ambulance and drove off.
Hannibal lit a joint and followed her in the cab, all the way to the hospital. He watched her get pulled out in the building and wished he could go in with her. He stood outside of the waiting room doors. Hurriedly inhaling the toxins into his system. The sting of his throat slowed him down a bit, but he pulled out a cigarette and let it follow the joint. He smoked a few cigarettes before he rain out and started to nervously bite his finger nails. His hands were shaking and his head was pressed against the window, not wanting to go in there smelling like pot as he could see the officer standing just inside the door.
Going through this shit was enough to drive him into rehab. Every time he turned around this girl needed to be taken to the hospital. He didn't have the guts to hang around and wait for her outcome. He walked in and asked for a pen and some paper. He hurriedly wrote down a long note that read as follows:
Kate - - - - -
Our time together has been troubled. We've gone up hills and down mountains, through thorns and through fire and still somehow come out together, and in mostly one piece.
Well, life isn't always perfect, and I started smoking pot quite some time ago. You are well aware of this fact and haven't really said much, other then that I wasn't allowed in the house with it, or near you. I obeyed those rules until recently when we had our fight. That scared me, because I didn't think you would ever accept me again.
Our lives are crumbling beneath our tragedies, and now you have fallen so far that you actually attempted suicide. I don't know if you will get this note, just by the sheer fact I'm not sure you will actually survive from such a massive overdose. I've been unsure of your recovery before, but this time... I don't know what to say. It scares me that we have fallen so far, and it's all driven me to become worse and worse with my own drugs addiction.
Well, I'm sick and tired. I can't keep going out and partying while you were staying home with the baby. I know he's not around anymore, but I am going to fix myself now. I should have done it a long time ago so we wouldn't have fought and wouldn't be in this situation. I'm going to that local rehab. It's about thirty miles off the main stretch of high way, and that's why I am not here when you wake up. Come visit me, please. It's alright if you don't, because I understand why. I don't want to be there, but I know I have to. I know my addiction is a problem and everything says that is the first step to recovery, is admitting it's a problem.
I know I said I would leave you, but that's not going to happen. You may have hurt me tonight, but I don't care. I know you're in there somewhere, and I hope that you will come back. I miss that Kate that I fell in love with, and hope I can get her back. I love you, more then you could ever know, so please, get well.
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 27, 2007 17:28:12 GMT -5
Pink = Kate
Blue = nurse or doctor
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-2 days later-
it had been two days before Kate woke up… dizzy and some what light headed Kate slowly managed to set herself up… as her blurry vision cleared away Kate looked around… she was not dead… some one helped her and this was the one time she wished they had found her to late…
As Kate looked around she saw a note folded sitting on the table across the room… waiting to be read. Kate laid back down hoping that if she went back to sleep she would not wake up… She closed her eyes and … she was asleep.
-2 hours later-
Kate’s eyes opened… and still she with the living… Kate sat up slowly as a nurse walked in the changed her I.V bag.
What is that? Kate said in a rough tone… her throat was dry and sticky as she point the note on the table.
Oh that… that is a letter to you from the man who followed you in. the nurse said as she finished changing the fluid bag.
Can you hand it here? Please. Kate asked softly
Yes… here you go… The nurse said handed Kate the note then started walking toward the door…
Um. When Can I leave? Kate said stopping the nurse before she went out of the room.
I do not know but I can find out for you if you want. she said looking back at Kate… Kate nodded her yes and then went to opening the note. The nurse left the room…
Slowly Kate read each word as he recapped their time together then explained him self:
Kate - - - - -
Our time together has been troubled. We've gone up hills and down mountains, through thorns and through fire and still somehow come out together, and in mostly one piece.
Well, life isn't always perfect, and I started smoking pot quite some time ago. You are well aware of this fact and haven't really said much, other then that I wasn't allowed in the house with it, or near you. I obeyed those rules until recently when we had our fight. That scared me, because I didn't think you would ever accept me again.
Our lives are crumbling beneath our tragedies, and now you have fallen so far that you actually attempted suicide. I don't know if you will get this note, just by the sheer fact I'm not sure you will actually survive from such a massive overdose. I've been unsure of your recovery before, but this time... I don't know what to say. It scares me that we have fallen so far, and it's all driven me to become worse and worse with my own drugs addiction.
Well, I'm sick and tired. I can't keep going out and partying while you were staying home with the baby. I know he's not around anymore, but I am going to fix myself now. I should have done it a long time ago so we wouldn't have fought and wouldn't be in this situation. I'm going to that local rehab. It's about thirty miles off the main stretch of high way, and that's why I am not here when you wake up. Come visit me, please. It's alright if you don't, because I understand why. I don't want to be there, but I know I have to. I know my addiction is a problem and everything says that is the first step to recovery, is admitting it's a problem.
I know I said I would leave you, but that's not going to happen. You may have hurt me tonight, but I don't care. I know you're in there somewhere, and I hope that you will come back. I miss that Kate that I fell in love with, and hope I can get her back. I love you, more then you could ever know, so please, get well.
- - - - - Hannibal
Kate let the letter fall from her hands… How long ago did he write this? She asked herself…
A knock at the door the nurse came back…
the doctor wants to check you and make sure you will be okay the leave then you can go home. He will be right in. the nurse said peeking her head inside the door.
-20 minutes later-
The doctor had come in a check Kate out… He asked her some questions on why she did what she did… Kate lied to him… he seemed okay with her answers… could he not tell she was lying to his face. Kate got dressed in some clothes that Tony a new butler had brought in for her. He waited outside in the bigger limo as he was also her new driver… Kate held Hannibal’s letter in her hand as she walked out and got into the limo. As they were driving home Kate made Tony stop at a flower shop she went in and got a single red rose just starting to bloom to it’s fullest. Kate tied a card to the long stem and had it delivered the rehab center were Hannibal said he was going.
I am sorry for what I have done to you… I wanted to say that in person but I could not bring my self to see you yet…
-Kate
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 27, 2007 18:52:27 GMT -5
Hannibal was going insane. The longer he was here the stranger he felt. Some of these people he could swear were mental patients that had escaped. He'd met this one kid that said she'd done everything from Tylenol to heroin and Hannibal could believe it without a doubt. She was seriously insane and Hannibal was kind of weirded out because of her. He'd also met this guy that was a lot like him, he was here because of a pot addiction as well. They got along really well, and laughed at each other when they noticed the nervous fidgeting. The guy had said he'd been here for a year and a half, but he kept going through relapses and he got worse every time.
He was doing alright here, but wished he could see his friends, and Kate. However, he had to stay on the grounds and had to attend meeting regularly, as well as perform random checks that showed he was clean. He stayed outside a lot, constantly doing things to keep his mind from wandering. He thought a lot about Kate, and wondered how she was doing. He hadn't heard from her at all. Not a phone call, not a letter, and especially not a visit. He didn't expect her to visit, however he hoped she would. He could understand why she wouldn't want to come here. It was freaky for him to be here, let alone get her in here.
He felt vulnerable while he was here, but he was happy to receive the rose and the letter. The rose didn't last long cause some freaky old guy stole it and ran away with it. He'd just left the rose, at least knowing that Kate was doing well. He knew she was well off enough to write and to be out an about, so it made him happy. He read the note and found a little hope because she said yet. Maybe that would mean she would come see him sometime. He didn't know when, but sometime. Maybe.
He debated writing back to her, because it seemed sort of weird to write someone who he knew was only like, 45 miles away from him, but a lot of people wrote to close family and relatives. He decided since the phones were always busy that he'd write back. He never got a chance to call into work either, and that kind of made him wonder. He hoped they wouldn't call back home and pester Kate about it...
Hey,
Thanks for the rose, and I'm glad to hear from you. How are things going, if it's not too much to ask? Just wanna let you know you don't have to come here if you don't want to. It's not all that special here, and it's kind of embarrassing that I'm even here. I don't even know how to describe this place, other then that it's lonely and kind of strange. I'm dealing with it though, slowly and surely. Hope to talk to you sometime. I'd call you if the phones weren't always busy...
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 27, 2007 19:33:03 GMT -5
Kate got the letter that Hannibal had written her but she just laid it on the desk in the living room where it remained for a week and a half… the phone had not rang at all and Kate spent most of her days sleeping she was awake only about two to three hours a day and only eaten twice during the week and a half.… her once glowing skin was pale and seemed hopeless, she was dropping body weight very quickly… before she weighted 127 pounds but now she only weighted around 104 pounds… she had lose 23 pounds… Tony and Sara both new staff cleared the whole house of any kind of medicine that Kate could use to attempt to kill her self with.
Kate had moved back to her old bed room… the gold and silver made her think of the happier times before she met Hannibal… when she was just a small girl… outside riding her horses that no one else would even think about riding… that is what Kate was going to do she was going to get another horse…
Kate did not write Hannibal for another week but she had went and got her self a horse… While Sara and Kate were out in the barn Sara had snapped a picture of Kate with her new horse… the grey stallion towered over her but some how Sara had gotten both Kate and the horse in… it was the first time since the wreck that Kate was smiling… but it only lasted a few moments then it was got…
Kate finally sat down after two more days and wrote:
I miss you..
Kate kissed the bottom the wrote her name over the light pink lip marks that were left behind and she placed the picture of her and her horse in the card you could tell in the picture that Kate had lost some weight but she was wearing a long sleeve shirt so you could not see all of the damage that was going on with Kate. Kate had Tony personal deliver the note so Hannibal would get it that day…
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 27, 2007 20:47:18 GMT -5
Minutes passed by like hours, and hours passed by like days. Days felt like weeks and weeks were too long to even have their own feeling. He felt like he had been here for years, even though it had only a little less then a month that he had been here. He had to fight both physically and mentally to rid the need for the drugs. He had pretty violent mood swings at very random times and he felt like he wanted to kill someone. It wasn't fair that he had to stay locked up in this place. He didn't want to be here any longer, but the more violent he got, the longer he would stay. He hadn't hurt anyone, but the staff were worried he would. He was watched carefully, and he just spent more and more time outside, even when it was cold and wet. He just stayed outside.
It was like he was looking at something out there. He was constantly lost in thought or drawing outside. He'd read quite a few books, more then he'd probably read in the last year that he'd been on the outside world. It was easy to read a lot when you had endless hours of free time. He'd gained a bit of weight, since he needed that hand/mouth movement from constantly smoking something. He wasn't allowed to lift weights because they were worried about his temper, but there were plenty of things that he could see as he ran daily.
His pale skin stayed pale, and he lost a lot of sleep as he constantly was thinking of when he'd get his next smoke. His dark eyes stayed dark, and dark circles formed around his eyes from the lack of sleep. His body sustained a good weight, and his fidgeting and mood swings slowly stopped over the near time of three weeks that he'd gone without having a letter. He nearly got his hands on a cigarette the day he received the letter, but a nurse had taken it from him before he'd found a lighter.
Hannibal didn't know Tony all that well, but when he arrived at the facility he knew that the male had been sent by Kate. He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, the hood hiding his features as he received the note. He had been beginning to think she didn't want to talk to him, which was understandable. It was all understandable now that he was clean for more then a day or two at a time. She didn't visit, she didn't write very often... He understood. Who would want to admit that they knew someone so pathetic that they got hooked to a drug when they felt like they had nothing left to turn to? He wouldn't want to admit it if he was in her shoes.
He opened the note, his dark eyes reading the simple words and seeing the picture of her and the huge gray horse that stood beside her. She looked so beautiful, more beautiful then he could remember. The last time he had seen her she was nearly dead from overdose. His eyes watered a bit as he smiled and held the note in his hand. He didn't even need to see much written from her, it just made him happy that she was still there and thinking about him. She probably didn't think about him as much as he thought about her, but then again she had something like a horse to occupy her thoughts, while he had books, paper and outside. He did a lot of thinking while he was here.
He grabbed a pen from his room and some paper and started to write again. He couldn't think of what to say for a while, but then the words came out as if there was no stop.
Kate,
I miss you too. More then you can imagine. This place drives me insane.
You and your horse look great. Can you actually ride it? The horse looks huge standing next to you though, it's amazing that both of you fit in the picture. What is its name?
I've been doing better, it's been hard, but I'm not going to complain because I could go on for hours about how stupid I was. I've been thinking a lot more, haha, sometimes it seems like I didn't when I was high... I don't know when I'm officially done here, but I was glad to see the guy you sent today. My father has been the only visitor besides him, but he didn't stay long, just long enough for me to write this and have him give it to you.
Hope you're doing alright...
- - - - - Hannibal
He didn't want to say anything in the letter, because he didn't want to point anything out. She looked skinnier then she had been before, and he had pondered for a brief moment of saying something or not, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to say anything that would make her feel bad. Not after what she'd tried to do nearly a month ago. He didn't know how her progress had been since then, but didn't mention anything about it. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 27, 2007 21:20:51 GMT -5
Kate was out in the barn when Sara brought her the letter from Hannibal… Kate read it and put it on a bale of hay and continued to tack up her horse… As Kate lead the horse out to the newly built arena… Sara started video taping Kate as she rode… her face was emotionless… as they trotted along the small white fence…then they start to pick up speed.
After about five minutes of cantering Kate started jumping the huge grey horse over two foot high jumps… after a couple of two foot jumps Kate took him over a three footer and then a four footer, circling him around to restart the jumps… the video was about 30 minutes long when it was turned off…
Kate had a ten foot high black steal fence built around everything she owned. The gate that blocked the drive was an auto opening if you had a wireless opener…
-later that night-
Kate sat down on her bed with Hannibal’s letter in her hand reading it again. Kate opened the night stand door and pulled out a pen and a blank piece of paper:
Watch the tape. His name is Mr. James P. Silverwood…or other wise known as Jimbo. I could not stand staying into our room so I moved back up to the third floor to my old room… everything that had to do with Tristian was put in his old room and the door way was covered up by a new wall. Sometimes I think I hear him crying… I have thought about you every day... and the more I think about you the more my thoughts turn toward....Tristian... it is hard to write his name...I do not think the kate that you fell in love with will ever heal... I am different now I know that... I also know that that differecne has tried to kill you and that scares you... the chances of my writing you again are pending... As much as I turely love you I am starting to think seeing you again will only in turn hurt you... When that other side takes over I am not in contorl... as you have seen... I longer this goes on the weaker I get... and every time I look at my hands all i see her red staines... knowing that I have killed nine people with out even blinking... I have never told any one this and up until now the only people who knew was me, my father and a dead teenager at the age of 16... that boy I killed in Eourpe, the one that shot my father... he was my little brother... my half brother... it seems that killing runs on my father's side of the family... just look at his children. One kills him and then the one kills the other... I am going to end this letter with this:
if you want to help me give someone a phone and this letter.
-kate
Kate pulled out another peice of blank paper and wrote down Everything goes to Hannibal Foster Casry after she finished Kate cut open her finger smearing blood across a one inch line then she signed over the blood in ink leaving a statement of her will incase Hannibal did give the letter to anyone. She put the paper with the blood signed into it on top on her night stand and put her lamp on top of it to be sure that it would not go any where unless someone picked up the lamp. Kate placed the tape in a small box and placed the letter on top of the tape closing it up Kate took it down stairs and told Tony to take it to Hannibal in the morning. Then she went slowly back up stairs and fell asleep knowing that what she had told hannibal to do and the dark words of admitting that she killed her own brother were going to hurt him more than anything she has ever done to him... she also knew that her life and freedom was now resting its self in Hannibal's hands written in ink among the words that the paper now held dear...and for some reason kate did not mind knowing if any one with common sense read the letter that she would put in jail and most likely be secentenced to death by lethal injection... Kate slept dreamlessly tonight...
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 28, 2007 11:00:33 GMT -5
Hannibal had trouble taking in all that information without feeling strange. He wanted to not be able to believe it, he wanted to pretend that it was all fake and that nothing like that had ever happened, but he read the letter a million times, despite how much the words bothered him. He couldn't put the letter down as he wanted to. It seemed to stay in his head. He'd read it a million times and the words kept buzzing around his head as if there was no stop. He couldn’t get them to go away.
He didn't know what to feel. He set the letter down finally, and just left it in his room. He didn't touch it for about a week and a half. He just left it sitting there without moving it. He didn't touch it, didn't look at it, and didn’t let anyone touch it or look at it. He didn't know what to think anymore. The girl he had fallen in love with was gone. It even said so in her letter. He had tried to watch the video, a combined time of maybe 100 times. He'd never actually been able to sit and watch it all the way through because he'd started watching it and reading the letter at the same moment but he hadn't been able to finish watching it before he finished reading the letter. He only ever watched little bits at a time because her expression was emotionless, and with the words of her letter swarming around in his head. It made him sad, and he didn't like being sad.
A week and a half passed before he dared to pick up the letter again. He didn't read the letter, just looked at the last line of it, where it said if he wanted to help that he had to give this letter and a phone to someone. He looked at it with sad eyes and put it down again. He walked outside and walked out to the lake. He had to stop at the fence because they were not actually allowed to go to the lake. His eyes gazed out at the water with an empty expression as he stood there. His thoughts were empty and blank. There were no thoughts about Kate or anyone else. He didn't want to think about anything anymore. The more he thought the angrier he got. The angrier he got the more fights he got himself into. The more fights he fought the longer. He spent alone. The longer he spent alone the more restricted he became.
Another week flew by, and Hannibal didn't write back, nor did he hand the phone and letter to anyone. He'd hid the letter and thrown away the video tape. He hid her picture from his eyes and spent a lot of time by himself, or with the elder, who was blind and deaf. He said he knew that Hannibal came to sit with him every day and that he liked the male's company, but he had wondered for a long time what had upset him so much. Hannibal spoke to the man, even though he could hear. He told the man what he was thinking, and what had happened. The man obviously didn't understand because he couldn't hear the saddened words that horrified Hannibal so greatly.
He no longer had the urge to do drugs, even though receiving the letter that he had. He had completely stopped his nervous fidgeting, and his moods swings were no longer caused by his withdrawal. His violent moods swings were caused every time he thought of Kate's letter. He walked out of the drug rehab center and out into the world around him. He had his father bring his bike, and there were no words that escaped the male as he wordlessly thanked his father. He got onto the bike and drove away from his long time spent there. He drove down the high way and into town, but he didn't go to the mansion just yet. He spent a lot of time just looking at everything he missed. Then finally he took that dreaded ride back to their mansion.
He stopped at the long driveway and just let his eyes wander up the black path. He didn't make a move to get closer; he just sat on his bike and looked at it. He didn't think he should go see her, so he wrote a simple letter, and set it in with her mail before disappearing.
Kate,
I'm out of the rehab facility, and I did get your letter in case you had been wondering. I couldn't help you, because for the longest part of my life I haven’t even helped myself. In rehab I learned that no matter how much someone helps you that it doesn't matter unless you're able to help myself. When I made this choice, a burned the letter you wrote, and anything that reminded me of what you've done in the time I know you. Yes, the bruises are still clearly seen on my neck and side from being thrown to the wall, but other then that, I have no evidence of anything.
I just wanted to tell you good luck, and I hope you stop hearing the screams. I've been hearing a lot of things as well, and to be truthful it drives me insane. I hope you aren't driven to anything drastic again, but with your new alter ego kind of thing, I could never really know. I wish you the best of luck, and hope you can find some support with everyone and your new life without me.
I'm done, and I can't take it anymore.
He singed his name with his truest and eternal love, taped it on the door and drove from sight.
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 28, 2007 23:30:37 GMT -5
It was not until the next day that Kate got Hannibal’s note… Kate let the paper fall from her hands and flow quickly to the ground… she knew that this was all her fault and she was the one who told Hannibal to turn her in… but Kate never really though it would actually be ‘over’ but written in ink it was realized…
Kate had hired around five to ten people to come in a pack everything up…
With in a week everything had been packed up and was on its way to Kate mansion in England… Kate had fired Sara because she found out that she was leaking information to her grandmother about Kate and Hannibal’s problems and break up… Kate had beaten the hell out Sara and told her that if she ever saw her again that she would kill her… Kate got a assault charge brought up against her but the three thousand dollar fine was simple enough and was paid up font in court. The next day the assault charge could be read on the front page on the daily news the head line ran Getting off Cheap! a picture of Kate glaring out at all of the readers pasted right below… Kate had Jimbo shipped to England along with everything else she owned… Kate stood at the gate of her Mansion holding a picture of Hannibal and her sitting on a white blanket in front of the willow tree in the front yard holding Tristian sometime in the middle of August… the wind was blowing a little hard… Kate raised her hand holding the picture opening he fingers letting the wind take the picture… She watched it fly away. Then Kate walked to her new jet black mustang GT… the windows so darkly tinted that you could not even see if anyone was driving the beast… Kate put the car in reverse and slammed on the gas forcing the car to fly backward out of the drive and without stopping Kate geared and spun the car sideways putting it in drive foot still flooring the gas she sped off down the road going a good ninety miles per hour… just as she came up the turn she slammed on the brake making the car drift side ways just making the turn then the gas was floored again speeding down the highway go one hundred and forty miles per hour and still picking up speed… Once Kate got just out side of the town she slowed down to the speed limit of thirty-five miles per hour. Kate looked out at everything she was most likely not ever going to see again…then she seen Hannibal on his bike… in anger of what she did you him reentered her mind and she floored the gas picking up speed to about one hundred mile per hour flying out of town heading for the air port where her very own jet awaited to fly her and her car to England…
-One year and 8 months later-
Kate changed a lot again... living all lone her thoughts very rarely ever returned to Hannibal and their dead son… it was almost like she had for gotten them…almost... The real Kate had returned about a month ago… she was again sweet and loving but no matter how hard the guys tried she was just simply not even close to be interested in them… Kate was now twenty years old and her twenty-first birthday was just a little over a month away… Kate and Jimbo now held champions of the year in England in four different classes… Kate’s hair now reached a little below her knees and was always pulled into a long braid. Kate’s body also returned to it’s former glory her skin glowed and her eyes now held the sparkle that they did almost three years ago before she had met Hannibal. She had not killed anyone since the night she killed the three teenagers… but she did beat the hell out of a few people… including a police officer which landed her in jail for four days and a ten thousand dollar fine which still made no different in Kate’s bank account… seeming she had pretty much an unlimited amount of money. Kate was coming back to the Mansion in the U.S.A. for a little while because she had to compete in the nationals against the best in the U.S.A. Jimbo had be shipped back a few days ago…
Kate slammed the gas down as the jet landed and opened it hatch to let Kate drive her car out of her jet… Kate flu into town the engine of her beyond jet black mustang GT roared loudly as she passed down the road picking up speeds of one hundred plus as she flu down the highway the lead to her old mansion… drifting around the turn that lead to her old drive, Kate floored the brakes making the powerful car slid to a stop just before hitting the gate she pressed the wireless opener and the huge black steal gate doors opened… once they were open Kate floored the gas and drove toward the house skidding to stop as her rounded the circler drive… she turned off the roaring engine and stepped out of the car and walked into the house the gates still closing….
-A week later-
News of Kate’s wild return and her reasons for returning were passed around the town faster than an uncontrollable wild fire. Kate received multiple letters of welcome back from people she did not even know…she replied to none of them…
If Kate was not working with Jimbo or preparing herself to the big show that was in less than three months Kate was always being seen in town at the Café’ reading books or in the book store buying new books to use her time up. The men around her age that knew her before she left started trying to hook up with her now that they knew for sure that her and Hannibal were no longer together… and even though they knew Hannibal and some of them were his old smoking buddies or use to work with them they still pushed their luck with Kate. Until one day in the book store Kate grabbed the guy buy the balls and pushed him out side warning him that if he even looked at her again she would turn him into dog food for the rabid dogs awaiting to be put to sleep… lets just say them stopped bothering her.Kate was looking even though you could not tell it but she was looking for the one person she still loved and would always love no matter what happened…she was looking for Hannibal… no knew and no could tell… but as much as she wanted to she did not see Hannibal anywhere… and as much as Kate wanted to she reframed from asking any one about Hannibal because she did not want any one to know that she was looking for him and still had very strong feeling for him…
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 29, 2007 12:49:09 GMT -5
Hannibal? He changed a little, not much considering a silent year between the two that had once been so madly in love. He was seeing other people, mainly he just had fuck buddies that he had met at clubs, and he never really got too far into anything because he didn't want to feel the pain of loss. He hadn't coped well with actually making the choice to leave Kate. It was a big change in his life, and big changes don't go over well with him.
He'd started smoking cigarettes again, as well as picked up pot. He's still not a big drinker but is often seen at the bars around the city. He still works as the head chef at the same place he's always worked, with no intention to change that.
He got into a nearly fatal crash on his bike, broke both of his legs as well as tearing up a lot of his flesh and suffering burns from when the bike landed on top of him. For countless weeks he has been going through intense physical therapy to restore his body back to the way it had been before the crash. He hates feeling so dependent but many months went by and he was starting to get around on his own a bit more often. His friends were there to help him along the way, and even though he isn't completely healed yet he acts like he is. He said once to his therapist that nothing can hold him back, be it physical or emotional troubles, and will never be able to keep him down. He said that he'd lived through time worse then his accident and still stands just as tall and just as strong as he'd ever been in his whole life.
Meet Julian. He's so sexy it hurts.
Hannibal opened himself up about four months ago and things have been pretty serious between him and Julian. The two of them are very open about their relationship and neither man felt that they'd get hurt. They were together since Hannibal had first admitted to being bi. Hannibal felt comfortable with the other man because he felt a rush of security as the strong arms wrapped around him. He knew who he slept with in the night, and he knew that he would wake up next to the same man that next morning. He didn't rapidly change his personality. All went well for the four months Julian and Hannibal dated until he walked in the house to see the cheating on him in their house. Hannibal forced him out of the house, straining his not yet full healed right leg in the process.
For another month and a half the male was back in therapy and once again his life was unsettled by the constant dependence he found himself feeling. He finished therapy to be in the same spot he was before he strained his leg. His heart was closed off to the world aside for visits and outings with his buddies. He didn't find himself in a relationship that lasted more then 48 hours. He was sporting the reputation of a whore, but he didn't sell his body. He had who he wanted when he wanted.
All was tolerable until Kate's return. Tons of his old friends and people bugged him about their relationship and no matter how many times he said they were done, no one ever believed him.
He found himself seeing her very often but he his from her, or left the area whenever she was near him. It had been so long since he'd seen her that he almost thought she might have forgotten him. However, he still hid from her just to be safe. He saw her often and it was almost like he was scared to see her again. She was so accomplished in her life now that she was free of him. Over seas she was a top rider in many classes and here she was very well known and on her way to the top.
Hannibal? He hadn't changed much considering that the two that had once been so madly in love, just turned silent. He was still a chef, still dealt with his drugs issues, still underwent therapy on a very regular basis, and had started sleeping around like the world was going to end. What was there to say about this man? He was twenty two years of age and acted the same as he did when he was with Kate, only less loving and a whole lot more aggressive. He didn't love any one and he shoved people away when they said they loved him as something more then just a one night stand kind of person. He didn't let anyone get close enough to hurt him. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 29, 2007 16:01:48 GMT -5
white = male
pink = Kate
-OMG!-
Kate was sitting in the back of the café reading a book called ‘stepping up’ by a Jane something Roberts, when suddenly a male she did not know sat down in front of her.
You know he is hiding from you, right?
Kate looked up at him… her eyes showing very clearly that he was disturbing her and he was not a welcoming matter Excuse Me? Who is hiding from me? Kate watched the strange male with cruel eyes.
You know who. His vocals sounded with attitude almost as if he was playing with Kate
If you have business with me speak it now… but it is meaningless and some what troublesome for your heath to play with me. Kate’s voice was annoyed with his stupidity and her eyes growing colder the longer he sat in front of her challenging her by interrupting her time with provocative games that only persuade her anger.
I am talking about Hannibal… Does that name ring a bell? the vocals of the unknown male put a critical dent in the strategy of Kate’s stand, his grin over whelmed his foolish lips.
What about him?! In my opinion If he wants to hide from a silly girl who loved him. Let him be the foolish one. Kate glared at the male facing him dead on she folded the page of the book and placed it in her black bag that she carried. I am not here for him. If you know so much about him that would mean you talk to him. Well you can tell that flustered boy that he had great potential if he had just kept trying to fix himself but from what I have heard he has fallen to a worthless self centered little brat! Ask him weather or not I should be as disappointed in him as I am. Tell him if he has a reply to that then do not send some low some little cockroach to do his bidding and tell him to grow some balls and do not to leave a dam unsatisfying note! Speaking of bidding I have some bidding of my own to attend to. Good day! Kate stood up and walked out the café pushing hard against the glass door making it swing wide open. She got into her car and started the powerful engine… gearing it roughly Kate ran red lights and sped out of town. Heading back toward the mansion… anger thoughts raced through Kate’s mind.
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 29, 2007 17:26:17 GMT -5
Hannibal knew not of the male that came to speak with Kate. He would not have sent anyone for he did not figure that she would want to speak to him, or hear any words that he'd sent another to say. He would not stoop to such a low level, even in the state that he was currently at. His life was nothing special, and kind of shameful, but he would not send anyone to go speak to her. If he had something to say to her he'd tell her. He didn't have anything to say though, which is why he didn't speak, he only hid. He didn't want her to know of how he was doing now, but he was sure she'd heard if people had bugged her as much as they bugged him.
The tall, and very lean male walked into the cafe after seeing the mustang pull away and disappear into the open lands that bordered the outside of the town. He wondered what had made her so angry, but he stepped inside to see a familiar face just grinning like an idiot. Those luscious lips curled upward in a mocking manner as those horrid eyes gazed across the cafe at Hannibal. "Did you talk to Kate?" the words were cold and heartless as the deep brown eyes gazed across at the male. He walked closer, long strides getting him there quickly even though his pace was calm and relaxed. He moved into the space where Kate had been sitting and let his hands rest against the table as he expected an answer from the other male. He'd be civil about this for now, just as long as he got answers.
"What are you going to do if I was? You don't have the balls to hurt anyone Hannibal. You left her to give her every opportunity to succeed in life, while you failed, miserably. You let yourself fall lower and lower while she rose higher and higher. You are nothing Hannibal, nothing to her, nothing to society, and nothing to anyone. You're just a lowly whore that is attractive and gets attention because of it. No one really wants you. he spoke with a sneer as his eyes gazed upon the male. He finished speaking and that dumb grin crossed his face again, just waiting to see Hannibal's reaction. He knew the volatile state that he was in and his eyes dared the male to jump up and strangle him like he could see lurking in those deep brown eyes. He dared Hannibal too. They didn't take kindly to murderers is this town, and he'd be locked up because there was a witness. The female at the counter.
Hannibal's fingers gripped tightly to the table and he kicked Julian's leg to make him stand up in anger, then grabbed him by the arm of his coat and pulled him outside. He pushed the thoughts back in his mind as this was just how they ended up together. They had been daring one another to fight in the bar, and the people pushed them on. A few punches were thrown and fists connected with skin before they were kicked out of the bar by the two bouncers. Julian had dragged Hannibal out back and that was where things had begun. That wasn't the case this time. He shoved the male against the wall so they were hidden from the female's eyes. "What did you tell her you asshole?" he growled as he kept the shorter male pinned against the wall. Hannibal stood tall at 6'2 and Julian was only 5'9. He held the male, keeping control and grinding his back against the cold brick.
"She said that you had horrible potential, even before you started trying to fix yourself. She said, quote "... from what I have heard he has fallen to a worthless self centered little brat!" unquote. She wants you to know that she never had any faith in you and that you're worthless. Then she said she didn't want to speak to you, ever. She thinks of you being very low Hannibal. You stooped to a new level in her heart, and she's not here for you so you can stop hiding."
Most of the words from the male's lips were lies, but Hannibal could tell no difference. All he knew was that Kate knew how he was doing, how he was going about in his life, and that made him feel worthless. Hearing Julian say that she said he was worthless cut deeply into his soul. He slammed the male's head into the brick and watched his body fall to his knees and then to the ground. He took his anger out on the unconscious body by kicking him until he could see blood form against his dark gray shirt. The thin, watery liquid was absorbed by the material and Hannibal just walked away. He walked out in the plain day light, letting his fully clothed body been seen by everyone. He was dressed in black as he always was, and the clothes were very tight fitting, showing off his lean figure to anyone that happened to be passing by. His dark eyes were emotionless, but quickly changed to being happy as a familiar female passed by, waving at him. He let a sly grin fall across his features as he winked at her and let a small wave ripple his fingers before she disappeared into a store. Where Hannibal knew her boyfriend worked. |
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Post by Kate Payne on Dec 29, 2007 18:00:35 GMT -5
OOC: lol.. Hannibal is gonna get some unwanted peeps (if you know what I mean) if he doesn’t stop “seeing” so many people….
-three days later-
Kate had stayed out of town for three days the whole time she used up working with Jimbo and working in her newly built greenhouse where red roses were blooming every where… not at any other house did she have even one rose… roses were for Hannibal and the only place were Hannibal was, was where the roses in Kate life would be, in this small town that would soon never again be apart of Kate’s life.. A small horse show was being held in the next town about ten miles outside of town heading north and Kate and Jimbo were going to be there. It was all over the new papers the head line read England Champions compete in the big time show that Might be their ticket to Hall of Fame the show was in less than two weeks. Kate made up her mind right after the show she would tear down the mansion and leave this pathetic town forever…
-five more days-
Kate stopped caring for the green house and slowly the red roses started fading into a welted ugly red that meant they were dieing… to Kate once the last rose died Hannibal would no longer be in her mind, and her heart would completely for get everything about Hannibal…just like it did with their son.
-Next day-
Kate clipped a rose that still was bright and lively she got into her car and drove to the private cemetery were Tristian was buried… Kate parked the big beast and got out walking toward the head stone of a baby angel… Kate knelt by the head stone laying the rose down by the angel’s feet she brought her hand up to her mouth kissing her finger tips bring them softly down to the name engraved into the stone. Kate did not stay long but during the time she was there she felt as if she was being watched… she looked up and scanned the thick tree line that surrounded three sides of the cemetery… She stood up and walked back to her car slowly driving away…
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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 29, 2007 20:37:17 GMT -5
I can't escape this hell
So many times I’ve tried
But i'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
What do you get when you cross pot, alcohol and a very troubled person with the two people he hates the most? Someone who has lost every bit of sanity that was ever held within his body. The male was angry, and under the influence of drugs and alcohol. He was done with people, and done with this life that he was trying to lead. He didn't know where he was trying to go, and every time he tried to figure it out he could only come up with further down. He wasn't anything special, he was just another face in the crowd and every time he looked at himself all he saw was a shadow of his former self. He wasn't the same person anymore. The addictions took over his values and wiped them away. His thoughts were always wondering about his next fix. He didn't really have a life unless it involved drugs, sex or alcohol.
While some people paid attention to the competition that was coming up, Hannibal fell apart every time he read Kate's name in the paper. He remembered what Julian told him and it made him so angry that he cried. He couldn’t believe she'd said such things about him. It tore deep into his soul and made him wish he could just rid himself of the pressures that life caused. Finally, that's what he'd come to the conclusion of. He could just get rid of the pressures of life by taking him out of the equation. The pressures wouldn't affect him if he wasn't there. The thoughts made perfect sense, and the more times he was around Julian the more he felt that it would be good for him, and good for the rest of the world if he got rid of Julian.
Over the next few days the male took charge of his randomly organized life and contacted a lawyer about a will. He said nothing to the details as to why, he just said he wanted one and made sure he had everything organized. He made sure to spend time with his friends a little bit more, and showed them a good time. His next nine days were probably the best in his life. He spent most of the time stoned or drunk and had tons of fun with his friends and people that he'd known from the club scene. He got in a quite a few fights however; he ended up making friends with most of them. Just toss back a few shots and take a few long drags off of a joint and you can make friends with everyone. That's just what he did and made the best of it. He was sent to the hospital because he'd nearly died of alcohol poisoning, but luckily the charcoal got most of it out and he only ended up with a really bad hang over.
Finally though, he'd had enough of putting it off, and bought a gun. He took both Julian, and his father [the two people he hated more then anything else in the entire world] to the top of the tallest building in the city and pushed Julian off the top after keeping him up there for a day. When the body connected with the ground it sent people into a panic. No one knew whether he'd jumped or been pushed and everyone could see that there were two more people a top the building. News reporters spilled what they knew of the story over every news channel that they could. They needed to know what was wrong with this person and every time they tried to send someone up to talk to him he threatened to kill his hostage and himself.
"I'm done with everything. I'm worthless, cowardly, and pathetic. According to other people, bratty and self centered. I'm nothing to anyone, but everyone seems to care now that I stand here with a gun to my head. What's with people these days? No one cares until someone risks getting hurt. Well fuck you all! I needed help, support and a little love... but no one would help me. I've been screwed too many times and now you're all going to pay for it."
The words of that very angry and drugged up male echoed over the waves of the radio, and cameras zoomed in as much as they could to get a good picture of him standing on the edge with the very nervous, fat man in a head lock beside him. People used megaphones to get him to answer questions and tried to help him, but the more they questioned him, the angrier he got and he shot at the people that asked him questions. He warned that he had two spare clips for his gun so if they messed with him he was ready.
News reporters searched desperately for someone who knew this guy and could help him. They asked him several times to see if he wanted to speak to anyone and he only replied with these words:
"She knows who she is... and if she won't talk to me so be it. That bitch is a fucking murderer, and she's killed more then just my soul... The insults cut me deep you bitch. If you wanted to say that shit about me, come tell it to my face, don't fucking tell my old boyfriend to tell me that shit."
I can't escape myself
So many times I’ve lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
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