The name Hannibal Lecter from my view

 

Hannibal Lecter is a character from Thomas Harris. I am just expanding on his star. I have not read any of the books on Hannibal but I did read reviews of it. I also missed the two movies made on him. But I did preview his TV series; four episodes....and then I switched to writing his tales.

Here is my tale on his name ...

 

 

The baby cot still felt warm when I touched it. My fingers moved to the small blanket before raising it to my nose. The smell of the milk and scent of the young one had left it scent there. I could never remembered much of my younger days, but there were moments I wished I had. Would it had made me what I am or maybe worse than this. If only I would know.

I reflected on my own name; Hannibal Lecter.

Hannibal? Funny how that name fit me. Hannibal was the son of Hamilcar Barca, circa 247 – 183 BC, a Punic Carthaginian military commander. He was considered one of the greatest military commanders in history alongside Julius Ceaser, Alexander the Great and even the later Napoleon Bonaparte. During the reign of Hannibal, there was a period of great tension in the Mediterranean with several kingdom ruled supreme like the Roman Republic, Carthage, Macedonian, Syracuse, and the Seleucid empire. Hannibal was to win dramatic victories with his ability to determine the strengths and weaknesses of each army, and counter it. He may be powerful but even then he was forced to retreat to others. He was not only a warrior but a statesman. But in the end, he died by suicide after his betrayal by the Romans. A fate that was dealt with cruelty by the workings of man.

For that, he adopted the last name of Lecter; a variant of Lector. Lecter would be his family name, a name associated with house of the Lord. Just as the one named Lector; the one reads aloud certain religious texts in a church service. The Lector need not be the servant of the house but he would given the task to perform the tasks on behalf of the house.

I was named Hannibal Lecter, for I am the conqueror of the killers but with the works of mine, I can never be with the House but I could be of it services to be the guidance light to the killers; their savior, their temperance in the storm, or be their nemesis to end their plight. That was the name I gave that day to the Russian soldier then. He had looked at me and then asked that I be taken out of the queue with the others. I had stood there looking at the train wagons leave the station, and alongside was the same Wehrmacht soldier. I wanted to wave goodbye to the man but he had disappeared into the horizon. I never knew his name nor would he knew he had released a killer among the killers. I left the station and joined the refugees to cross the border on their march to the neutral country. 

I gave my name to the Refugees Officer but before he was record it down, I had a older man rushing forth to stake his ownership of my body and soul.

"Andrei, I have found you. Thank the Gods for it." I looked to the bearded man who was in tears and embraced me close to him. I pulled away from the man and looked to the Officer.

 "He is not my father. He killed my father. He wants me to serve him as his slave." I shouted out and shed out tears like a distraught kid at the man who had claimed to be my father. The Officer in reaction to my accusations, called on the Security Guards to restraint the older man. The other kept on claiming his heritage with me, but I was escorted out then by the guards. I did glanced back at the older man who was in tears while he was led away. I knew that day, I had to forego my past links and mold new ones.

A new life I developed during my orphanage stay until I was sixteen. It was there, a man named Robert Lector had come forth to claimed me. He was to claimed me for his kin. It was from him, he told me of the real Hannibal Lecter who once had a sister named Mischa. He told me that Mischa had died in the war. He have the list of names that had betrayed our family. Mischa? She died in pain. For her pain, I would make those who did her the pain, the same pain would be on them. Ashes to ashes, pain to pain. The Book said it so, and so shall it be done.

The methods were crude but effective. I vowed myself that if I am to succeed, I had to perfect my skills in serving my subjects. I needed a cover that would be perfect; a cover that none may suspect of my tasks.

I joined John Hopkins Medical School.

The medical profession would be my cover.

A skill set that cover my tracks from the experts.

A cover that portrayed professional manners.

A professional killer among the best of killers.

Their modes would be mine to learned and made it better.

For Hannibal Lecter, I would be the best of the professionals.