death is always the winner

Blood and cries filled his mind as tender lids clenched. Mis match eyes remained shut and dreadful thoughts consumed the albino's forsaken mind. Hannibal hardly noticed the sounds of pad falls until the voice filled his flattened ears. Suddenly lips curled upward to expose yellowing teeth and inflamed gums. Eyes flashed open to stare up at the 'stranger.' Before he was able to lift his skinny body from the ground in order to assume a fight stance it seemed the appearance of the stranger registered in his riddled mind. The jigsaw face of a Klein stared down at him. One black and one pink eye poured into his own strange orbs. Without blinking his cracked voice lifted into the air, full of wonder and disbelief. "A trick.." Hannibal's head cocked to the side as if to further study her features. Had Pandora truly found him here in this place?

The thoughts of his family members swarmed his deranged cranium. Pandora was a littermate of Hannibal. One of the promised heir's of the Klein Empire. They were close when growing up, just as the rest of his family. The thought of his littermate truly standing before him.. Staring down at him in such a ghoulish state.. Hannibal's heart could have been ripped to shreds in those moments. But his derailed mind wandered back to the fact that she could be a figment of his imagination. Or this could all be a nightmare. "You are not real.." Blinking, Hannibal stared up at her with a thickening snarl.

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