Amurehna

Initially the dream centered around Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, how they slowly circled each other with their intricate and subtle webbing of manipulation, keeping each influence small so they would not tip the other off. I saw Hannibal standing in a cavernous dining hall, the walls all carved dark grey stone, with a long table in front of a hearth. He carefully measured out two quarter sized drops of a clear liquid drug, then pulled them into a syringe, smirking all the while.
Then I became a player in this game, a young man in the employ of Will Graham, tasked with infiltrating Hannibal's compound and gathering intel. Over the course of the dream I managed to elude capture every single time, evading the one guard who saw me exiting the building. To my enemy's frustration, I would lock the inner door of the vestibule just as he reached it. He would pull at the door in a useless show of rage, I would grin at him and laugh over my shoulder as I exited the outer door. This time, I proved too slow. He got his hand in between the door and jamb, it never occurred to me to crush his hand. I just released my hold on the handle and began to back away. I shrank from him as he advanced on me with a fist raised over his head in a silent promise of violence. I very much didn't want to be attacked and I couldn't run. He drew back his fist---and I whispered, pleading. "Wait!"
I figured he would ignore me.
But he didn't. He waited. Something behind him distracted me. Absurdly, this something turned out to be an old black woman with grey-white hair sliding between the appliances and the wall in her own escape attempt. It didn't occur to me to call his attention to her so that I might run. Hastily I looked back at him.
"I...don't fancy being beaten to a bloody pulp right now." I said nervously.
He frowned a little. It was like he had waited so long for an opportunity like this and now finding it within his grasp, he no longer cared. His hand dropped to his side. "Fine. Go. I don't want to see you here again."
He wouldn't, Will promised I would not have to be used in this capacity after today. Giddy with relief, I fled. The outside was warm and bright. I wondered at my luck, asking for mercy had stayed his hand. Asking never hurt anything, right?