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                ❝Garret Jacob Hobbs? FBI❞

Abigail heard a voice over her own soft whimpering, the cool steel of the knife pressed against her exposed neck while her father held her tight in his grasp, rocking back and forth. He was muttering in her ear but she couldn’t hear him, her own thoughts clouded in her mind as she wondered if her mother was dead; she probably was, Abigail watched as her father slit her neck right in front of her, and now she was next.

A man claiming himself as F.BI entered the kitchen and her father got desperate, she could tell, as the blade sliced her neck and blood gushed from the slit. A shot rang out and Abigail fell limply to the floor, blood profusely spilled from her wound. More shots rang out and she heard another body fall onto the floor, she could spot her father from the corner of her eyes.

Someone then came into view; a man with blood speckled across his face hovered over her and pressed scarlet hands against her neck, trying to halt the bleeding. He looked distraught, like a weight had been pulled onto him. Another man stepped from seemingly no-where and pried his hands away, succeeding where he was failing. It was then she slipped into a deep unconsciousness.

Abigail’s heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open at a white ceiling, thoughts of heaven sparked in her mind. She was disorientated, confused to where she was and how she got here. 

The last 24 hours relapsed in her mind and she tried to sit up, her head dizzy and body weak from the amount blood she’d lost. Tubes and wires were attached to her frail body and seeing them sent her into a spiral of shock; she quickly pulled at them, growing more panicked and frenzied.

She glanced up having seen a figure next to her bed and tried to scream; she remembered his face clearly from her subconsciousness. It was face she’d be unlikely to ever forget. Abigail panicked, her heartbeat wildly increased.

             I remember you. You killed my dad.

The speeding up of the monitor slices through the silence and through the profiler’s thoughts. He jumps in his seat when Abigail Hobbs wakes up and fumbles with the tubes and wires connected to her body, pulling them off.

He tries to stop her, jumping up and hurrying over to where she lay, but she finally looks up at him and the recognition in her eyes is enough to tell him how scared of him she is. He freezes into place under her frenzied gaze before finally stepping back and away from her. By then nurses had been alerted and rushed in and make their way to the girl. They speak to her with soothing voices as they try to calm her down. They reattach the tubes and the wires and turn off the alarm that had alerted them to the room. 

He stands in the corner of the room, eyes fixed on the scene layed out before him. His glassy eyes tell a different story. 

                            ❝This is {y o u r} fault❞

                                 ❝You destroyed her life❞

                                         ❝You didn’t save her;❞

                                                                                                                                 ❝you failed her❞

                                                                                                              ❝You orphaned her❞

                                                                                     ❝You mutilated her❞

                                    ❝I should have killed her when I had the chance–❞

                                 ❝Before you ruined it❞

Garret Jacob Hobbs’ voice rang in his head, louder than any of the other voices. When he looks up, he can see him standing by the bed, still in the blood-stained clothes, the ten bullet-wounds jumping out harshly against the dull fabric. His unseeing eyes seem to fixate on Will’s as accusations are throw at him. 

                        makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstopp l e a s emakeitstop

Now shaking, he shuts his eyes and hit at his temples with the heels of his hand – a habit he’d grown to doing when the voices are louder than they usually are. It does nothing to stop them, but he likes to think that it does. 

                       ❝Garret Jacob Hobbs? FBI❞

Gun shakes in his hands as he runs through the front hall of the quaint, cottage-like house of the Hobbs’ family. HIs hands are a bright scarlet from Mrs. Hobbs’ blood. She died staring at him, a silent plea in her eyes that he could not answer. She died clinging onto a shred of hope that was not there.

Gasping and whimpering lead him to the kitchen where Garret Jacob Hobbs stood, his arm tightly wound around Abigail Hobbs, his daughter. A kitchen knife is held against her neck.

                      ❝Kill him…❞

                          ❝Do it❞

                              ❝Do it now❞

                                      ❝Kill him❞

Garret Jacob Hobbs is desperate. His eyes shine with the guilt of killing his wife and the thought of killing his daughter – but he is not stupid.

                                                  ❝Cannot leave any loose ends…❞

                                                              ❝Too [ messy ]❞

                                                             ❝Too SLOPPY❞

His hand pulls back and he cuts the delicate skin of Abigail’s throat, but not before Will’s gun fires. The bullet passes through Garret Jacob Hobbs’s shoulder; he drops his daughter and recoils in pain. The shot doesn’t kill him. 

                            ❝Try h a r d e r❞

                                                                                                                               ❝k i l l  h i m❞

Garret Jacob Hobbs moves to stab his daughter, but the sound of a gun being fired rings through the air. It rings a total of 9 times. Garret Jacob Hobbs sinks to the ground as his eyes cloud over and death gladly takes him into his arms. He rushes to Abigail Hobbs’ side, hand reaching over to cover the wound on her neck. She gasps for air and archs her back as the blood continues to soak her clothes and color the kitchen floor. His hands shake as he tries to hold still, keeping the blood from flowing too quickly ; he does not succeed.

                                         ❝S E E?❞

                 ❝You can’t save her❞

                                                                                                ❝You’ve f a i l e d❞

Garret Jacob Hobbs’ eyes suddenly snap open, though they remain clouded. A sinister smirk twists his lips, deforming them. 

Jumping up as his eyes open, Will Graham takes in his surroundings. He is no longer in the kitchen of Garret Jacob Hobbs; instead he is in a hospital room. The walls are painted a bland blue – used to calm patients, the chair he sits in is hard and uncomfortable, causing a knot to form in his neck, the small bed beside him in not empty; the heart monitor connected to Abigail Hobbs tells him that she is still alive.He rubs his eyes, chasing away the bad dream. The dream will never go away, and he knows that. The voices haunt his waking hours just as much as the images haunt his sleep. No matter what he does, he is never alone.

                              ❝You are w e a k❞

                                        ❝USELESS❞

He wonders to himself how he is still able to work for the FBI, given the fact that he was crazy.

     Oh, right.

        Because I can empathize with the crazy

            Because I am crazy

His eyes drift over to Abigail’s sleeping form. He watches the rise and fall of her chest, the steady heartbeat that suggests deep slumber and easy dreams. What he wouldn’t give to be in her position right now; to sleep without dreams, to not worry about them making him do what he doesn’t want to do.

                                                       ❝You are our p e t❞

                                              ❝We control you❞

                                ❝Jack Crawford doesn’t control you, though he thinks he does❞

                ❝Hannibal Lecter doesn’t control you❞

                                                                 ❝WE DO.❞

                                                             ❝You’re ours❞