Hannibal | Nel Sangue

Hannibal | Nel Sangue

Prologue

Unique are the twists and turns of our lives.

So much of our reality is based upon perception; and perception being differential between individuals is objectively dependent on events occurring through space and time. Thus, their interpretation is as varied as the imagination of the individual.

There are individuals whom walk among us capable of magnificent scope of imagination. For better or worse. Both a gift and a curse comparatively.

Thus, our story begins paying respects to two of the most exceptional individuals of the modern era.

Residing in Baltimore, Maryland, the singular Doctor Hannibal Lecter; decorated surgeon, retired, now known to possess elegant rooms wherein he spends his practicing days engrossed in the miracle of the human mind. Pondering its magnitude in all its kaleidoscopic possibility as a renowned psychiatrist whose credentials and curious litany of referred patients precede him.

And his proportional muse, Special Agent, FBI consultant, lecturer on criminology and forensic analogy. Hailing from Wolf Trap, Virginia, Mister William Graham. Dog lover, capable of empathy to incontestable standards. An equally intelligent, highly educated and internally fractured young man whose intrinsic ability to distil down to the wire, the brutality of the human condition that would burst forward to commit heinous acts of unspeakable violence to mankind. All in a moment’s rage.

These two remarkable men, differing in age, appearance, ethnicity and psychological structure have been known through tales past, to be thrown together by a web of circumstance and situation most tenuous and utterly insidious.

It can be said in some regard that these men have adapted together to bolster each other as much as destroy one another. The very nature of their relationship is a multi-faceted jewel of complexity and to some extent, co-dependence. They are present in this moment together and apart. Lost in a veil of consideration to their true nature; they flourish within an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Their paths upon the mortal plane of existence forever entwined by the fabric of situation and circumstance.

They know each other. Intimately. Beneath the flesh and blood of humanity’s tenuous grasp of life, they are one in mind though not of the same mind and certainly not at the same time.

Our dramatis personae extends to another character of equal intrigue and perhaps ill-repute. Divided by the singularity of the mind and body, leading to an emotional intelligence that may be perceived as questionable if not very brave. The nature of their being remains to be seen in this sphere. However, we open upon a new chapter and leave you, dear reader to draw your own conclusions.

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