'' Repeating History ''

'' Open Case ''

The assailant snaps his attention to Bowie only momentarily, though long enough to meet their eye, and then he darts off into the trees. Bowie remains on all fours in the snow for a moment before scrambling up and running toward Carter upon hearing him groaning in pain.

"Oh god, you're bleeding!" Bowie exclaims, noticing the blood that's begun soaking through their boss's clothing.

"It's not as bad as you think, just a scratch. Get my gun and go after that fucker!" the large man barks in anger.

Bowie looks to where he pointed, seeing the discarded firearm in the snow. They're almost frozen for a moment, but quickly regain their senses and snatch up the weapon, putting the safety on and stuffing it into their waistband before helping their boss up to his feet.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he shouts at them. Growling in pain, he clutches his side.
"Getting you somewhere safe! I'm not gonna risk you bleeding out while I chase down some lunatic!"
Carter would have said more and protested further, but the tone of Bowie's voice in addition to the pain shooting through his side kept him quiet. He could tell it wasn't worth arguing with them over.

Bowie was barely five-four, and Carter was easily six-three, if not taller, so they were having a bit of trouble supporting him as they both hobbled through the snow back toward the road, following the tracks as snow fell heavier from the sky. Thicker flakes and many more of them, creating a white filter over the world as the wind began to pick up, whipping Bowie's hair about. Carter's hair was much shorter, but he hadn't been wearing a hat, so they were both worse off.

By the time they reach the road, things are looking a bit dire. Carter is all but unconscious as Bowie drags him along to the car. The ambulance had left, and their backup hadn't arrived yet. Bowie all but shoves their boss against the car, falling into him in the process. Both huffing and groaning with pain and stress on their weakened bodies. Bowie opens the back door, and Carter clambers into the vehicle, half lying down as he clutches a hand over his wound.

Bowie didn't have a license, though they had their permit. They weren't good enough behind the wheel to get their full license and driving scared them half to death as is, so they didn't care to try over and over to get one, but now they were wishing that they had taken the effort to get better at it. They hadn't even been behind the wheel in years, but there was no other option than to drive Carter to the hospital themselves.

The ride is rough, fast, and stressful for both parties. Carter cussed up a storm and yelled in pain, and Bowie drove in a less-than-satisfactory manner. But it got them to where they needed to be in time for Carter not to bleed out to death.

Bowie stood in the ER lobby, covered in blood and snow, which melted and left their clothes soaked through. They denied needing medical care and were moved to the main lobby to wait for word on their boss's condition, falling asleep in an itchy chair with an ugly color and pattern in the process.

'' His hands caress the curves of my body and tempt me to act out with their vulgarity in spite of the knowledge that this is wrong. His chest pressed to mine, pressing me harder against the surface behind me as his teeth sank into my neck. I mewl with shameful bliss, arching my back and clawing his with desperation.

My eyes open slightly as they roll off to the side, lips parted with a soft groaning whine. That's when I freeze up. Looking just beyond the car, just out of view, just the edge of a spreading pool, slowly turning the snow red, dark hair sprawled, fanning out across the ground. My heart sinks. All previous arousal faded from my mind and body, my nails digging deeper into Hannibal's clothing.

I part my lips further to speak, only to scream. Searing agony shooting through my side. I look down, confused, seeing a large hunting knife burrowed deep into my abdomen. I then look up, and my eyes widen. A boar skull mask staring down at me, those cruel, icy eyes staring into my own.