This is a sequel to I Still Wanna Play, more of a continuation really. If you have not read Wanna Play or I Still Wanna Play, this might be a bit confusing at first, it is to me and I wrote it!
This was an idea I just needed to get rid of, so if you find any discrepancies, please forgive me.
Enjoy.
The usual applies; I own no one or nothing pertaining to this story.
Sanity Is Just A State Of Mind
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"H, do me a favor, will you?"
"Anything my dear."
"When you dispose of Mr. Mills," she paused.
"Yes," he said patiently.
"Make sure you dispose of ALL of him."
"Why Clarice, whatever are you referring to?" he said as he grinned and gave her a wink.
(The end of 'I Still Wanna Play')
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Clarice and Ardelia sat reminiscing for nearly three hours before it dawned on Clarice that Hannibal still hadn't returned. It was starting to get late and she wondered what could be keeping him. Granted, she wasn't an expert on how long it should take to dispose of a dead body, but it seemed like it was taking longer than it should.
Ardelia noticed the change in Clarice immediately. She could read her friend almost as well as Dr. Lecter. "What's wrong girl?"
"I'm not sure Delia, I just have a funny feeling is all."
"Do you think something's happened?"
"I don't know, but my gut tells me whatever it is, couldn't be good."
"Whatta ya want to do C, you wanna go lookin for him?"
"No, not yet. Anyway, I'm not even sure where he planned on taking Mr. Mills."
"Let's just give it a little more time. I'm sure he'll be back any minute."
"I hope you're right Delia, I hope you're right."
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Hannibal Lecter had just finished with the task at hand. He had stayed true to his girl's request and disposed of Mills' body, ALL of his body. The area he had chosen was very secluded. Secluded enough that he was unaware of the pair of eyes watching him from the cover of the trees. Dr. Lecter was just about ready to depart, having cleared away any evidence of his visit, when something caught his attention. A sound, or a smell, whatever it was, it was too late.
Dr. Lecter never heard the shot that struck him; he was unconscious before he hit the ground.
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Two more hours had gone by. Not one to panic, especially where her unpredictable counterpart was concerned, Clarice was visibly anxious.
Ardelia, having seen enough of this behavior from her friend said,
"That's it, where's your keys?"
"They're over on the table, by the door."
"Alright then, let's roll!"
At first, Clarice was going to protest, knowing Hannibal was a big boy and was more than capable of taking care of himself, but it had been five hours and she just couldn't get those two little words out of her head, 'what if?'
"Okay Delia, you win. Just let me grab something."
Clarice ran upstairs and grabbed her 'survival bag,' which contained everything one would need if you found yourself on the run with a wanted fugitive. Weapons, passports, cash and whatever else the good Doctor had decided they might need.
She returned to the livingroom to find Ardelia checking her own weapon.
"Are you sure you what to do this Delia? I'll understand if you'd rather stay here."
"Where you go, I go." she said as she released the slide on her glock and flipped the safety on.
Grinning widely at her friend for her absolute loyalty she said, "Thanks Delia, let's go."
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Dr, Lecter woke up in a dark room. He was greeted by a searing pain in his right shoulder. As he tried to move, he found that he was secured to the wall. He was seated on some kind of a cushion, probably a mattress, on the floor, arms outstretched to either side of him. The room was cold and damp and smelled musty. The wall that he was attached to was made of blocks; he could feel the mortar lines in between them and figured that he was in a basement.
As he sat trying to figure out what had happened, a light came on. Not too bright, maybe a forty watt bulb, hanging from the center of the room, then he heard the bolt on the door slide open. Not to long afterward, the door creaked open. Above and to his right and saw light protrude from the doorway at the top of some old wooden stairs.
He took the opportunity to check out his surroundings. The device that was securing him to the wall consisted of padded wrist and ankle restraints that were attached to cables that ran through eyebolts screwed into the concrete block. The balance of the cable was strung along the wall and secured to a workbench at his left. The room, for the most part, was empty. A few boxes were piled up on the floor. There appeared to be no windows, leaving the door at the top of the steps as the only exit.
Finally a figure stirred at the top of the steps. Dr. Lecter watched as the figure descended the stairs carrying a cardboard box. His abductor was a man, approximately six feet tall, medium build; he was wearing dark clothing and a black ski mask. The man didn't speak. He placed the box next to Dr. Lecter's left and removed its contents, a bottle of water, which he opened and some sort of a sandwich. He set the items on top of the box and pushed the box toward Dr. Lecter.
The man walked to the workbench and released just enough slack in the cable holding his left hand, that if he chose, he could reach the items with his left hand and with some effort, reach his mouth. Dr. Lecter sat watching the man, waiting for some clue as to what was he might have to look forward to.
The man had avoided any contact with the Doctor, physical or otherwise. As the man began to leave, Dr. Lecter shifted his weight and stretched out one of his legs. Seeing the first sign of movement from his prisoner, the man turned and looked at the Doctor. As he did, Dr. Lecter caught a brief stare from his captor before the man quickly turned and made his way back up the stairs, closing the door and bolting it behind him.
Dr. Lecter closed his eyes, only for a moment, for a moment was all it had taken to find and identify those eyes in his memory. He now knew who held him here in this prison. Out of all the people he could have seen, the one he did see, unsettled him the most.