*Here's an idea I got after reading Gryphon's "Are You Game?" Asked the Hunter.*
Hello. As one game goes on with the hunter, there is another game going on as well. As you know, there are many Hannibal fic-writers in fanfiction.com that write intruiging stories about the lives of Dr. Lecter and Clarice Starling. They all make us think even after we've read them.
But, what do you suppose would happen if all these authors made ONE story, all of our opinions and fantasies compiled into one? That would be very interesting.... so why don't we try.
All you have to do is read the first chapter below. Your job is to continue the story, try to sculp it into something... interesting. It can take sudden twists, and with many people writing it, it will be very entertaining when its finished.
How To: This is like a chain story. I have written the first chapter of this story. Now it up to YOU, the reader to finish it. If you choose to write, you just have to finish off, where the last person left off. Each person writes one chapter. I have gotten writters for several chapters already, but there are still some chapters open, so if you'd like to write on, just review, or drop me a line at: fools_gold4@hotmail.com
Chapter 1
It had been a week after Hannibal Lecter escaped from the Chesepeake Bay cabin. Clarice was suspended until her bossed decieded where she would go. She was in a LOT of trouble. Her peers, the few she had, were staying away from her like she had cooties or a disease. It was making her extremely depressed. She just realized that Dr. Lecter had actually cared for her. He had risked himself to see her, and she was too blind to see that. She tried to turn him in, instead. Now, he probably would never have anything to do to her. The only one who had understood her was gone and she was alone.
A few days later, she got a letter in the mail. It was in the perfect copperplate handwriting that she had learned to watch for. She almost had a heart attack. Clarice stumbled into her house and closed the door. Carefully, she opened the envelope. Starling knew that she should take it to the FBI, at least after she read it. But she knew that she couldn't. It was her last chance, she knew, and she would cling to it for as long as she could.
The letter was simple and short. It read:
"Dear Hannah,
Shall we play the game again? Only if the lambs are screaming. If so, goody goody.
Yours Truely,
A.A.Aaron
(P.S. Tattler, Monday.)"
Only if the lambs were screaming. She knew what he meant. If she regretted trying to turn him in, then the lambs would be screaming. She knew what she had to do. There would be a ad to A.A.Aaron from Hannah in the Tattler on Monday.
End of Chapter 1.
Read on, the next chapter's by Kim, The Manipaltive Little Mo!
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