Crissy Madlock: Mick meets Hannibal Lecter

-Haidan O'Sullivan

It was a long walk from my house to the university where the infamous Dr. Hannibal Lecter worked. After I jumped out of the bathroom window it took me a few minutes to comprehend where I was, or should I say which world I was in. Luckily I ran into a café where the local students hang out before and after classes. Some smart ass who had his parents pay his way in, kept bitching about how hard his professor was grading his mid term paper. I saw this as my chance, "Yeah that's what my brother said too. Though I forget his name." I said causally. "Fucking Lecter." He nearly shouted. "Right that's him." I finished stirring my coffe and walked out, heading towards the university. At the counter the lady was fairly polite, "Can I help you?" I have to admit, I did feel a little out of place in a collage, "Im here to see Hannibal Lecter." "Do you have an appointment?" "No, it's a family emergency." A shocked look came across her face as she picked up the phone and made a quick call. "He's ready to see you." She said with a hint of nervousness. "Thanks." I called as I headed up the stairs. I soon found myself wandering the long halls, stumbling around until I came across an office that I presumed to be his. I criticized myself as I listened to the echo of my knuckles against the dark oak. I felt so out of place, but before I could abandon my plan, the door opened and in its frame stood Lecter. "Good evening my dear." He said welcomingly