@ithungered . that awkward moment when you're not the only cannibal in town
The Lecter family was, on the outside at least, a very normal family. They had moved to Derry a few weeks ago, and Fish Lecter, a pleasant and sociable girl, had already made plenty of friends in school. Her father had opened his psychiatry practice and already had patients. In a short amount of time, they had made a place for themselves in this little town.
However, it was anything but a normal family on the inside. Not that Fish would have ever thought so herself. This was all perfectly mundane to her. Taking a little detour after school, following the rude man who had insulted her on the bus, luring him into an alley to gut him like a pig. This was, simply put, the family tradition.
Eat the rude.
It was all done swiftly and properly, of course. She had checked the alley for days and knew that no one ever really went there. Her knife -which her dad had gifted her on her 6th birthday- was sharpened to perfection. And now, she was carefully removing the organs she needed for dinner. The rest of the body would be displayed for the police of Derry to find. See, the good thing about Derry was that horrible things happened all the time there. And all the Lecters had to do was melt into the background, sprinkling just a few more corpses onto the pile.
But something was wrong. Despite her thorough verifications, she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her. She had been raised by a predator and had become one herself. In tune with her animalistic instincts. Yes, she could feel it. The weight of a pair of eyes, planted on her. She tensed, looked around. It was too late to play the victim, but Fish supposed she could bring twice the food for dinner.
"Who's here?" she asked. Blood dripped from her blade, falling onto the asphalt like a metronome.
