Will and fear were old friends, the walked hand in hand through most of his life, yet the fear that consumed him now was unlike any he'd ever known.
He willed his feet to move, chest rising and falling in fast, laboured breaths, his jaw gurning and teeth clenched as they ground harshly against one another. Just move! Just move! He cursed at himself in his mind in Hannibal's voice as always. Slipping his hand into the pocket of his jacket was all he seemed to be able to do.
A handful of fishing hooks met his trembling fingers and the instant she thrust towards him with that terrifying blade, Will withdrew his hand and swung in defence at her face with a fist full of hooks.
It was hard to tell how badly he had been injured but Will recalled the taste of blood in his mouth. How deeply had she stuck him? How bad was this going to be?
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He willed his feet to move, chest rising and falling in fast, laboured breaths, his jaw gurning and teeth clenched as they ground harshly against one another. Just move! Just move! He cursed at himself in his mind in Hannibal's voice as always. Slipping his hand into the pocket of his jacket was all he seemed to be able to do.
A handful of fishing hooks met his trembling fingers and the instant she thrust towards him with that terrifying blade, Will withdrew his hand and swung in defence at her face with a fist full of hooks.
It was hard to tell how badly he had been injured but Will recalled the taste of blood in his mouth. How deeply had she stuck him? How bad was this going to be?