[ WEEK SIX – KILL LOG (HANNIBAL) ]

[sheriffexe]

[ When Hannibal wakes up, he will find himself lying in the dirt. His vision is blocked by the black cloth bag over his head and his hands are bound with some rope. This might feel like a betrayal of sort from the Sheriff but, well.

The rope isn't terribly tight.

He is lying in front of the hotel and what he won't be able to see is this: the bear trap, laid simply in front of the door to the hotel and beckoning anyone to come closer with it's gleaming metal teeth.

A bit of a fitting way to catch a monster like Hannibal. ]

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[robitussin]

[Her heart is pounding as she approaches the front of the hotel.

She doesn't want to do this; she doesn't know if she can do this. Her chest feels like it's exploding, bursting apart. She's terrified of who she'll be after she does this.

Even so, she grips the pistol in her hand, scooting the sword forward along with her with her foot as she walks towards him. When she's still a decent distance away, she stops walking. A thick swallow, and then she speaks. Her voice wavers.]

I really didn't want to think it was you. Why...? Every week, you could have protected someone, but you never did.