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londoncallingrpg2015-09-03 09:50 am
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Ellard Doyle was a sad little man. No doubt his youth had something to do with this. Abused and used, he was one of Emmett Whitfordshire’s many victims – and many more men besides him.
He’d bravely crawled out of that life, changed his name, died his hair, but he was never able to leave behind the nightmares of his past. He worked in IT, kept mostly to himself, suffered various nervous ticks and was known as a loner bordering the anti-social.
Most importantly, though, he wasn’t Alcuin and he wasn’t Felix.
One thing Hannibal was not going to allow was Alcuin spending the rest of his life in fear he might be guilty of the murder of Whitfordshire. His mental state was too fragile for that still, and he might do something foolish, such as confessing to the crime, to himself, to his friends, or to the police.
Felix, of course, had been an easy option to frame for the murder, but he was a good friend to Alcuin, and an interesting young man Hannibal wasn’t quite willing to part with yet.
Someone else had to do. And that someone was Ellard Doyle.
Framing him was quite easy. He obsessively kept news clippings of Whitfordshire’s murder in his sad little flat, and a digital diary in which he described the hell that was his daily life.
It was easy enter his flat and wait for him there. Killing him would have been easy, but Hannibal had opted to talk to him instead. Their meeting ended with Ellard typing his suicide note and putting a gun to his head to end his misery. It was quite beautiful, to see him relieve himself of the burden of life. And as he pulled the trigger he gave Hannibal a little thankful nod.
All Hannibal did, was to add a confession of murder to the suicide note, and that was it. Ellard Doyle became Whitfordshire’s murderer.
The next day he read about it in the newspaper, over a delicious cup of coffee, in his favourite café. He hoped Alcuin would read it soon too.
He’d bravely crawled out of that life, changed his name, died his hair, but he was never able to leave behind the nightmares of his past. He worked in IT, kept mostly to himself, suffered various nervous ticks and was known as a loner bordering the anti-social.
Most importantly, though, he wasn’t Alcuin and he wasn’t Felix.
One thing Hannibal was not going to allow was Alcuin spending the rest of his life in fear he might be guilty of the murder of Whitfordshire. His mental state was too fragile for that still, and he might do something foolish, such as confessing to the crime, to himself, to his friends, or to the police.
Felix, of course, had been an easy option to frame for the murder, but he was a good friend to Alcuin, and an interesting young man Hannibal wasn’t quite willing to part with yet.
Someone else had to do. And that someone was Ellard Doyle.
Framing him was quite easy. He obsessively kept news clippings of Whitfordshire’s murder in his sad little flat, and a digital diary in which he described the hell that was his daily life.
It was easy enter his flat and wait for him there. Killing him would have been easy, but Hannibal had opted to talk to him instead. Their meeting ended with Ellard typing his suicide note and putting a gun to his head to end his misery. It was quite beautiful, to see him relieve himself of the burden of life. And as he pulled the trigger he gave Hannibal a little thankful nod.
All Hannibal did, was to add a confession of murder to the suicide note, and that was it. Ellard Doyle became Whitfordshire’s murderer.
The next day he read about it in the newspaper, over a delicious cup of coffee, in his favourite café. He hoped Alcuin would read it soon too.
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"I do enjoy making my own sausages as well," Hannibal confessed. "I think it's decided then. I will make us sausages and a soja alternative for Will."
2015-09-07 21:33 GMT+02:00 finlay_flynn - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org</p>
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Yes, Hannibal had the impression he wouldn't much like Will at all. There was a reason he was inviting the two of them, but not mentioning inviting Alcuin as well. He would not subject his young lover to any manipulator. But he was curious to see what kind of manipulator Will was. "Let me know what day suits you."
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"Well, I'm in the recording studio for an audiobook for the next few days- How about next weekend?" Fin suggested cheerfully.
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"Yes, that would be very nice. Saturday evening is a better evening. I'll be able to make those sausages in time," Hannibal replied with a reserved but genuine smile.
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