❝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❞