Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, these ideas, however are mine.
The moon shone brightly in the sleek black of a winter night, slicing through open eyes and broken hearts. A new snow lay on the ground, its softness equal to that of a pillow, its shine equal to the eyes of a mad killer, shinning in the dark against all else. Few remained awake, most slept, safe in their warm beds, or so they thought. Children stirred in their sheets, their imaginative minds filled with monsters and faceless boogie men. Clarice, however, was haunted by a different sort of monster; a lamb.
The sound of her cheap shoes and soft screaming echoed down the darkening hall, seemingly stalking her as she went.
Clarice's breath flew through out the room in bouts of winter steam as she silently screamed into the night, tossing and turning about in her bed, her hands shaking.
"Please stop!!!" her voice came out as a barely audible whisper. She stopped turning to face her lamb. It stood six feet behind her, the intensity of its steely blue eyes matching her own. Its fur was a deep blood red from a wound around its neck. It seemed as though the lamb had an infinite amount of blood, never running out but always pouring.
Her head slid off of her pillow, knocking the soft comfort to the black matting of her bedroom floor. She yelped in misunderstood pain as her head hit her hard, sturdy mattress.
Suddenly the earth chiseled out from under her. She abruptly hung aimlessly in a dark, sickeningly quiet hole. She was being held up by something cold and scarily soft. All she could see was her left hand reaching into her pants pocket. The tightness of her pocket showed her something she hadn't seen just before, on her left hand was another finger. She had six fingers on her left hand! Under her hand she felt a metallic coolness. She pulled her hand out of her pocket; in it she held a light blue flashlight.
In the cold of her room Clarice physically lifted her hand up above her thin body, her five fingers wrapped around an invisible cylinder. Her thumb moved to flick on a switch.
The opening of the pit in which she hung was now brilliantly lit with a pale bluish light. At the top of the pit, the gleaming eyes of her lamb stared down at her, its eyes cruel and hurt, its blood dripped down into the pit, a large drop landing on her face with a loud squishing sound. With her right hand (her left still holding the flashlight) she felt the cool, soft...FLESH? What the hell? What was she lying on? She slowly turned her head along with the flash light. Just as the flashlight's blush drifted from the lambs face the lamb began to scream, its deep wale penetrating her ear drums and shattering her mind.
This time Clarice literally screamed, her lungs quivering in her chest, her shaky hands reaching to her ears. Her lungs collapsed as the scream finished, empty and pain filled.
Her right hand clamped over her ear, her left directed the blue light to a pale white fleshy looking lump under her. Her eyes leapt from the white mound to her hand, she awkwardly wiggled the extra finger of the hand suddenly the girth jolted under her. Holy shit. A pale face with bright pink, blood shot eyes stared at her, its eyes bulging from its sockets, its mouth red with blood. It was a woman; her lips were a deep, cold navy blue, the once colorful bit of her eyes now milky.
It was Katherine martin. Clarice sat on her naked chest, Katherine's wrists and ankles were shackled to the walls of the pit. Katherine's face stared lifelessly at Clarice. Suddenly something in the face changed, but Clarice couldn't quite tell what.
Quickly Katherine's eyes flicked. "Well hullo Clarice." Suddenly her eyes went into black sockets causing Clarice to scream, matching the lamb's cries. The lamb. Clarice slowly looked up, the flashlight finding a face in the light, peeking down at her were the faces of Jame Gumb, Hannibal Lecter, Jack Crawford, and her father. Their faces kept switching from set of shoulders to set of shoulders. Until suddenly all of them flew down at her, arms flailing, trying to find her throat.
Clarice began to physically gag in her sleep, her eyes tearing and her arms flying about.
It all quickly went black then just as swiftly became light again. Clarice sat alone in the bottom of the pit, in a dirty old blue jumpsuit. She could feel coveting eyes moving about her, she promptly realized that her jumpsuit was half unzipped. She zipped it up, starring back at the steady eyes that looked at her through the hole-drilled Plexiglas that kept her from her watchers. There stood, Lecter, gumb, her father, Crawford, Miggs and Sammy. They watched her eyes ablaze. She felt like a rat in a glass box. She then realized there was yet another set of eyes set upon her. The lamb was in the room with her, standing but only half a foot away from her left arm.
Clarice retracted her arm in sleep. She tossed and rolled over on her side, facing her now open bedroom window and a dark shadowy figure.
The lamb drew closer, its blood dripping just as profusely as before. She quickly looked to the glass that kept her from her captors. They all had demonic inhumanly stretched, blackened smiles. She could see her own reflection in the glass; across her face was smeared the lamb's blood. Like the story in the bible, were mothers were to smear sheep's blood across their doors. She was going to be killed but was saved…but by who? Suddenly a load creak sounded and a pair of maroon eyes blinked at her from the darkness.
Hannibal stepped out of the darkness and onto a squeaky floorboard. He snarled in distaste. He should be more careful. Suddenly his Clarice's eyes opened. All she could see were the cool maroon circles of his eyes. "Screw you Hannibal, get away from me." She said groggily. He stopped in his tracks. A splitting quiver drove down his spine. She had called him Hannibal. "That's my little Starling."
He set his hand lightly on her cheek and was met with steely blue eyes, meeting his gaze and filling his mind with perplexed sighs.
A/N: I need a few reviews, not a certain amount this time. Hope you enjoyed.