I couldn’t find the right pictures and this one really kicked my ass so here it is. I really hope you like it anyway?
Twilight Zone Episode 16: The Hitchhiker
As he left the scene of his tableau, Hannibal took off his
plastic suit, throwing each part in the trunk and cracking his neck. It was
late, he’d had to drive five hours out of his way to kill this Dr. Derek
Draver, but the man was perfect for this particular message to the FBI and it
would throw off Jack Crawford more so than ever before.
He smiled to himself, getting behind the wheel and starting
to drive towards home.
Looking at the dashboard clock he saw it was four thirty, he
felt himself tiring but kept alert and awake as he drove, seeing no other cars
in the road. He was driving for thirty minutes when the dog ran out in front of
him, causing him to veer off and nearly smash into a tree though he turned away
at the last moment, slamming on the break and taking a breath.
The dog ran off into the woods, Hannibal considering going
after the mangy thing in retaliation but thinking better of it. He had no idea
who could be lurking out in these woods, who might see him.
He started to drive and heard the tire making a noise,
indicating that he’d run over something. Flat, obviously, and when he saw light
up ahead indicating a gas station it was almost a relief.
Hannibal pulled the car into the gas station lot, parking as
close as possible and heading for the trunk to get his spare. That was when he
saw the hitchhiker for the first time.
He was young, mid-twenties by the looks of him, looking
bedraggled and hungry enough for a ride from anyone. Hannibal could not see his
face clearly but found himself wanting to, the cardboard sign he held illegible
from this distance as well.
Shaking himself he changed the tire, eager to get this night
over with and be home to read the article on Tattle Crime’s site in the
morning. When he looked over at the spot the young hitchhiker had been in,
Hannibal was almost happy to see him still there.
Not knowing what impulse drove him to do it, he drove
towards him and rolled down his window. “Where are you headed?”
The young man came closer and Hannibal saw through the mess
of curls on his head, he had beautiful blue eyes and was probably older than he
originally thought. Closer to thirty, than twenty, and when he smiled, Hannibal
fought for breath.
“Baltimore.”
Hannibal smiled. “What a coincidence, that is where I am
headed as well.”
The young man slung his bag over one shoulder and opened the
passenger door, sliding into the seat beside him. He shivered, “Thank you, sir,
it’s been…a long night.”
Hannibal took his bag and threw it behind them, feeling
slightly colder than he had before though he rolled up the windows and turned
up the heat. “You are quite welcome. Your name?”
“Will,” he said, buckling his belt as he looked at Hannibal
again.
Hannibal drove off towards home, feeling better than had
earlier though the chill was nearly getting worse as they drove. The car’s
heater was up almost completely, and he saw Will shiver beside him.
“So, what business do you have in Baltimore?”
Will never seemed to look away from him. “Going home, hoping
to…take something home with me.”
Hannibal frowned, trying to interpret the words and instead
saying, “Something, or someone?”
Will laughed. “I’m not sure yet.”
The next two hours were very well spent, Hannibal had never
gotten along with someone so quickly and Will had a lot to say. They spoke of
literature, life, and surprisingly death. The young man seemed equally
fascinated with death and suffering as Hannibal himself was, almost to the
point of making Hannibal think he was driving with a fellow hunter.
They were an hour away from home when he turned on the
radio, the classical music making Will cringe. “Not a fan?” Hannibal smiled,
seeing the twitch that Will made hearing it.
Will shook his head. “Not really, no. I’m all for classic
rock.”
Hannibal turned the channel, playing a popular FM station
much to Will’s delight as he sang along with whatever was playing.
“Will, may I make a personal query?”
Will froze, and Hannibal looked over to see him lick his
lips. “Depends on what you want to ask.”
“How old are you?”
Will smiled, shaking his head. “Now, now, Doctor, I don’t
think I should tell you that one.”
Hannibal frowned, not remembering when he’d told Will he was
a doctor. He must have, if he’d brought it up. When he music was interrupted
and an announcer cut in, Will almost turned off the radio but Hannibal stopped
him, his hand over Will’s own the deathly chill he felt making him grab Will’s
hand completely.
“Will?”
‘CHESAPEAKE RIPPER RIPS AGAIN AND FOR THE LAST TIME! The
body of what is now known as the very last Chesapeake Ripper victim, Dr. Derek
Draver, was found hours ago and not far from his home the body of what is now
known as the Chesapeake Ripper himself, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, was found in the
wreckage of his vehicle containing the tools of the Ripper’s trade.
Authorities…’
Hannibal stared at Will, who looked sad and reached over to
turn off the radio.
“I’m sorry.”
“You…you…”
Will squeezed their hands together, “I…I was trying to make
it easier, you…you didn’t want to go and I just…I’m sorry.”
Hannibal let go of his hand, snarling as he realized that
this was all make believe. This entire thing was a concocted fantasy that Will,
Death he was death, had given him.
“How long have I been gone?”
“About six hours. The…Hannibal, I just…”
Hannibal got out of the car, staring at it hard until he saw
the details change, the front end smashed and if he looked hard enough he knew
that seeing his own body would not be hard.
He felt a cold hand on his once more, and looked at Will,
who seemed to be more upset than Hannibal himself felt. “Why did you stay with
me so long?”
Will looked away, blushing as he confessed, “I…I liked you.
I didn’t want to send you off.”
Hannibal reached over to touch his cheek, the chill through
his fingers less now that he knew they were both quite dead. “I like you as
well.”
Will smiled, “I…you could…help? I…could always use another
pair of eyes.”
Hannibal smiled, caressing his cheek. “I am not known for my
comforting skills, Will, with me by your side I confess sending others to their
afterlife would not be as sweet.”
Will’s smile turned dark as he whispered, “It isn’t supposed
to be sweet for killers, I just…I didn’t want to scare you.”
“There is nothing that can scare me, little one.”
Hannibal leaned in and pressed his forehead to Will’s own,
surprised when the man in front of him aged another ten years his appearance
even more handsome than Hannibal had thought it before. “You are a vision,”
Hannibal praised, making Will turn away and smile.
“Thank you, and no longer so little. I really don’t want to
send you on. Please, stay with me?”
Hannibal reached out to take Will’s hand once more, bringing
it to his lips.
“No one should face eternity alone, especially one as
beautiful as you.”
Will smiled, squeezing their hands together. “C’mon, I’ll
show you what it’s really like when they deserve what’s coming to them.”
Hannibal smiled, looking at Will with brand new eyes. “Lead
the way.”