tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-10-10:2101008 Alana Bloom Alana Bloom 2014-08-22T00:15:28Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-10-10:2101008:775 2014-08-22T00:13:15Z 2014-08-22T00:15:28Z public 10 Cold rain patters on Alana's umbrella as she stares at Hannibal's open front door, listening to the sounds of a struggle within. She crosses the threshold and drops her umbrella, whipping out her phone as the two men grunted and groaned.<br /><br />"I'd like to report gunshots," she says to the police, resting her fingers on the weapon she pulls out of her purse. She hears Jack scream as she stalks down the corridor, hands already trembling. Holding her gun in front of her like a shield, she creeps towards Jack--and Hannibal.<br /><br />"Hannibal," she whispers, watching him--knife-in-hand and covered in blood--throw his shoulder into the door to the pantry.<br /><br />"Hannibal!" she screams, her voice roughened by days of crying. She holds her gun steady and level to his chest.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=patterns_bloom&ditemid=775" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-10-10:2101008:330 2013-11-17T22:09:59Z 2013-11-17T22:10:48Z public 34 "We're losing her, Hannibal," Alana says, puckering her lips slightly as she crosses the threshold out of Abigail's institution. "And to Freddie Lounds of all people! I can't believe she has pushed the girl to outline the entire book already."<br /><br />After crossing the parking lot to Dr. Lecter's Bentley in relative silence, she turns to her friend and colleague. "How are you?" she says, tone genuinely concerned but words laced with a frustrated sigh.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=patterns_bloom&ditemid=330" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments