1 Psycho Fetish
1.1 By Mason Fox
Authors Note:
This story takes place after the events that happened in Hannibal the movie, I know I should really make it take place after what happened in the book but I didn't really believe that Clarice would fall in love with Hannibal, the ending just seemed a bit far fetched, so I used the ending of the movie. Clarice has resigned from the FBI and Hannibal has not even tried to contact her, which makes her believe he could be dead.
I don't know whether anyone is going to bother reading it, so I'm writing an Introduction and the first chapter, and if it gets positive reviews I will consider writing the rest.
Introduction: A Stranger in the Dark.
Ellie was just fourteen and was already drinking like a redneck farmer, she was attending parties where they offered her various drugs and she gladly accepted. Her father had once warned her about the effects of drugs and alcohol but that was three years ago when he was still alive, and Ellie often thought that if he wasn't hit by the oncoming truck and wasn't splattered all over the main road of the town that she probably wouldn't be drinking and doing drugs so heavily. She went to her first party with her friend Samantha who was the same age as her and was already shooting heroine at the time, at first Ellie was reluctant to even kiss a male stranger but not she was giving blow jobs in the back alley to whoever wanted one. Through her own eyes she didn't see herself as a slut but then again through your own eyes you are never what people accuse you of being. Her mother was a workaholic and was also on the booze, if only her father had stayed home from work that day then Ellie might have a chance and leading a successful life, however he did go to work and hence was hit by the truck and splattered all over the road. That was life and Ellie had learned to take it or leave it.
Ellie was dancing under the colourful lights that blasted her from up above the music was the kind that would give you a headache if you weren't high on something and right now she was. In her left hand was a glass filled with Jim Beam and Cola she had already had three cups of it, that with some Coke was enough to blow your mind away. There were people all around her pushing her and shoving her and she was just looking up at the ceiling at the lights as high as a kite.
Her eyes moved down towards her watch and she saw the time, it was ten at night and if she didn't get home soon her mother would suspect something was up, her mother came home at around ten thirty and always checked her bed. If she wasn't there she would be busted, she knew her mother well enough to know that the police would be involved and that if the police came they would test her for drugs, a test that would result in positive. Her mother hated her going to these parties. She turned to Samantha and tried to shout but her voice was drowned in the music. Ellie's dyed blonde hair was changing colours under the flashing lights. She pointed towards the exit and Samantha understood, they both moved through the crowd of people together and came to the exit. They got out and Samantha immediately lit a cigarette. She drew back on it and let out a cloud of polluted smoke.
"What did you drag me out here for?" Samantha asked, the bad thing about Samantha was when she got high or drunk she became selfish and if you tried to drag her away from a party she would get mad.
"I have to go, my mother will be home in half an hour. If she sees I'm not in bed there will be hell to pay." Ellie said. Samantha looked at the ground and then back up again in a look of disgust.
"Who cares, your fourteen you should be able to do what you want, you can either come back in with more or walk home by yourself, cause this party is fucking kicking, Marty is giving out free pot." Samantha said, she turned around and walked back inside the club. At first Ellie wanted to go back in but somewhere deep inside her was a sense of judgment that told her to just turn around and walk away, so she did. Her house was only four blocks away and if she hurried she could get there before her mother came home from work.
She started down the path unaware that there was someone in the bushes watching her and breathing heavily. She walked her way down some steps and soon she was on the sidewalk. All the while the man behind her was watching and following her.
Ellie walked faster and harder when she heard something behind her, it could have been just a rustling in the bushes but it seemed to be much more than that. She walked faster and harder and then looked out in front of her, there was the path that would lead her home. She ran towards the path and when she got there she stopped and turned around, there was nothing.
"God damn its just your imagination." She muttered under her breath and turned around to start walk down the path.
All of a sudden there was a shadow in front of her. She went to scream but it grabbed her mouth. She kicked at the shadow and felt something hard, the man groaned softly. He held her mouth with his left hand and grabbed her hair with the right. He pushed her head against the brick wall and she sighed.
Ellie went to kick the man but he slammed her head against the brick wall behind her. She tried to scream but couldn't, she kicked but felt nothing but air. The shadow was holding her mouth and she couldn't make a sound. She kicked again and felt nothing, then he slammed her head against the wall again. She fell to her knees and onto her stomach breathing slowly. It was then when everything went dark.
Chapter One: Clarice Starling
Clarice was sleeping soundly, if you were too look at her you would think she was sleeping peacefully but her dreams were more wild than you could imagine. She still remembered Hannibal, the smell of his breath and those straight pointy teeth that showed when he smiled that awful smile of his. They were dreams that should would never let go of, like the dream of the lambs and the awful screaming that had not stopped even though she had solved the James Gumb case. Hannibal was not a psychopath in her mind and that was what scared her, the rest of the world saw him as a vicious killer and she saw him as much more than that, she saw him as a friend. The time flashed on the electronic alarm clock on her bedside table, it read nine. It was nine in the morning and she hadn't slept in like this for a long time. During the days when she worked for the FBI, she had to get up at the crack of dawn to be ready. She mostly did drug busts and other things that the public might consider standard FBI work, but to her it was much more than that. She quit the force because she was emotionally and physically drained and she can remember the exact moment she lost the power to work for the FBI. It was the moment she stepped into the dining room where Paul Krendler sat in front of Hannibal, it was then when Hannibal pulled the top part of his head off to reveal Paul's pulsing brain when she decided to pull the plug on her whole FBI career, she realised that she had seen things that she would consider normal that other people would gag at. It was at that precise moment when she decided to quit the FBI.
However some old traits do not die and one of them was keeping her cell phone on her bedside table. It seldom ever rang and she was beginning to miss its soft electrical tune. That morning on Sunday it did ring and it woke her out of her deep sleep. She sat up in bed almost instantly and picked it up. Her hair was still red but was showing signs where it was greying at the front. She was getting old. She picked up the phone and answered.
"Starling." She said and then realised how ridiculous it sounded, because she was no longer with the FBI and normal people didn't answer their phones by saying their last names. However she wasn't too embarrassed because the voice on the other end was one that she knew and loved, one that still considered an agent.
"Hello Clarice, it's been a while." Jack Crawford said on the other line, she couldn't help but grin like an idiot, she had spoken with Jack for a long time.
"It has indeed sir." She said and laughed a little bit, she wasn't sure whether he heard it or not.
"Now Clarice, your not on the force anymore, you don't have to call me sir. Jack will do just fine." He said and they both laughed together even though the joke was lame. At the end of the laughter Jack coughed loudly on the phone, Clarice might be getting old but Jack was much older.
"How may I help you Jack?" She asked, in a serious voice, her mind had started to comb through possible reasons why Jack would call this early in the morning especially from work, where he was busy all the time, especially now in the twenty first century.
"Clarice, two hours ago a body was found in a small town, you may have heard of it Whispering Willows?" He asked, the name rang a few bells but it wasn't like she had been there before.
"I've heard of it." She replied. There was a certain seriousness in his voice that made her nervous.
"A fourteen year old girl who has been identified as Ellie Williams, she was raped several times and her head was smashed right open…" He said, the thought of the teenage girl with a head wide open made Clarice sick to the stomach and she wondered why she had to listen to it.
"Jack, is there a point to this call?" She asked sounding frustrated and confused.
"Well Clarice, I was wondering if you could come down her and check it out?" He asked. He was insane, Clarice couldn't go to a little town today, she had things to do and was going to lunch with her roommate.
"Jack, I'm not an agent anymore. I quit. I cant go down…" She continued rubbing her head.
"Clarice we found a note on her." He responded.
"So…" She replied.
"The note was addressed to you!" He said, Clarice had nothing to say she sat up in bed in shock, she was running over people in her mind, psychopaths that knew her that would leave a note to her on the body of a fourteen year old girl, only one sprang to mind. Hannibal Lecter, but it couldn't be him. He had no use with a fourteen year old girl. Or did he.
"Clarice?" He asked on the other end of the phone as if he didn't know she was there. But he knew that she was on the other end of the line, Clarice wouldn't hang up after news like that.
"I'm here." She responded. Her mother was open and she was staring at the wall of her room into the nothingness of the pink paint that desperately needed replacing.
"I can get a car to come pick you up." He said. She nodded later understanding that he couldn't see her nodding.
"I'll do it." She said simply, without waiting for a reply she hung up the phone. She got out of bed and started to pack her things. She was all of a sudden involved in a case.
1.1 By Mason Fox
Authors Note:
This story takes place after the events that happened in Hannibal the movie, I know I should really make it take place after what happened in the book but I didn't really believe that Clarice would fall in love with Hannibal, the ending just seemed a bit far fetched, so I used the ending of the movie. Clarice has resigned from the FBI and Hannibal has not even tried to contact her, which makes her believe he could be dead.
I don't know whether anyone is going to bother reading it, so I'm writing an Introduction and the first chapter, and if it gets positive reviews I will consider writing the rest.
Introduction: A Stranger in the Dark.
Ellie was just fourteen and was already drinking like a redneck farmer, she was attending parties where they offered her various drugs and she gladly accepted. Her father had once warned her about the effects of drugs and alcohol but that was three years ago when he was still alive, and Ellie often thought that if he wasn't hit by the oncoming truck and wasn't splattered all over the main road of the town that she probably wouldn't be drinking and doing drugs so heavily. She went to her first party with her friend Samantha who was the same age as her and was already shooting heroine at the time, at first Ellie was reluctant to even kiss a male stranger but not she was giving blow jobs in the back alley to whoever wanted one. Through her own eyes she didn't see herself as a slut but then again through your own eyes you are never what people accuse you of being. Her mother was a workaholic and was also on the booze, if only her father had stayed home from work that day then Ellie might have a chance and leading a successful life, however he did go to work and hence was hit by the truck and splattered all over the road. That was life and Ellie had learned to take it or leave it.
Ellie was dancing under the colourful lights that blasted her from up above the music was the kind that would give you a headache if you weren't high on something and right now she was. In her left hand was a glass filled with Jim Beam and Cola she had already had three cups of it, that with some Coke was enough to blow your mind away. There were people all around her pushing her and shoving her and she was just looking up at the ceiling at the lights as high as a kite.
Her eyes moved down towards her watch and she saw the time, it was ten at night and if she didn't get home soon her mother would suspect something was up, her mother came home at around ten thirty and always checked her bed. If she wasn't there she would be busted, she knew her mother well enough to know that the police would be involved and that if the police came they would test her for drugs, a test that would result in positive. Her mother hated her going to these parties. She turned to Samantha and tried to shout but her voice was drowned in the music. Ellie's dyed blonde hair was changing colours under the flashing lights. She pointed towards the exit and Samantha understood, they both moved through the crowd of people together and came to the exit. They got out and Samantha immediately lit a cigarette. She drew back on it and let out a cloud of polluted smoke.
"What did you drag me out here for?" Samantha asked, the bad thing about Samantha was when she got high or drunk she became selfish and if you tried to drag her away from a party she would get mad.
"I have to go, my mother will be home in half an hour. If she sees I'm not in bed there will be hell to pay." Ellie said. Samantha looked at the ground and then back up again in a look of disgust.
"Who cares, your fourteen you should be able to do what you want, you can either come back in with more or walk home by yourself, cause this party is fucking kicking, Marty is giving out free pot." Samantha said, she turned around and walked back inside the club. At first Ellie wanted to go back in but somewhere deep inside her was a sense of judgment that told her to just turn around and walk away, so she did. Her house was only four blocks away and if she hurried she could get there before her mother came home from work.
She started down the path unaware that there was someone in the bushes watching her and breathing heavily. She walked her way down some steps and soon she was on the sidewalk. All the while the man behind her was watching and following her.
Ellie walked faster and harder when she heard something behind her, it could have been just a rustling in the bushes but it seemed to be much more than that. She walked faster and harder and then looked out in front of her, there was the path that would lead her home. She ran towards the path and when she got there she stopped and turned around, there was nothing.
"God damn its just your imagination." She muttered under her breath and turned around to start walk down the path.
All of a sudden there was a shadow in front of her. She went to scream but it grabbed her mouth. She kicked at the shadow and felt something hard, the man groaned softly. He held her mouth with his left hand and grabbed her hair with the right. He pushed her head against the brick wall and she sighed.
Ellie went to kick the man but he slammed her head against the brick wall behind her. She tried to scream but couldn't, she kicked but felt nothing but air. The shadow was holding her mouth and she couldn't make a sound. She kicked again and felt nothing, then he slammed her head against the wall again. She fell to her knees and onto her stomach breathing slowly. It was then when everything went dark.
Chapter One: Clarice Starling
Clarice was sleeping soundly, if you were too look at her you would think she was sleeping peacefully but her dreams were more wild than you could imagine. She still remembered Hannibal, the smell of his breath and those straight pointy teeth that showed when he smiled that awful smile of his. They were dreams that should would never let go of, like the dream of the lambs and the awful screaming that had not stopped even though she had solved the James Gumb case. Hannibal was not a psychopath in her mind and that was what scared her, the rest of the world saw him as a vicious killer and she saw him as much more than that, she saw him as a friend. The time flashed on the electronic alarm clock on her bedside table, it read nine. It was nine in the morning and she hadn't slept in like this for a long time. During the days when she worked for the FBI, she had to get up at the crack of dawn to be ready. She mostly did drug busts and other things that the public might consider standard FBI work, but to her it was much more than that. She quit the force because she was emotionally and physically drained and she can remember the exact moment she lost the power to work for the FBI. It was the moment she stepped into the dining room where Paul Krendler sat in front of Hannibal, it was then when Hannibal pulled the top part of his head off to reveal Paul's pulsing brain when she decided to pull the plug on her whole FBI career, she realised that she had seen things that she would consider normal that other people would gag at. It was at that precise moment when she decided to quit the FBI.
However some old traits do not die and one of them was keeping her cell phone on her bedside table. It seldom ever rang and she was beginning to miss its soft electrical tune. That morning on Sunday it did ring and it woke her out of her deep sleep. She sat up in bed almost instantly and picked it up. Her hair was still red but was showing signs where it was greying at the front. She was getting old. She picked up the phone and answered.
"Starling." She said and then realised how ridiculous it sounded, because she was no longer with the FBI and normal people didn't answer their phones by saying their last names. However she wasn't too embarrassed because the voice on the other end was one that she knew and loved, one that still considered an agent.
"Hello Clarice, it's been a while." Jack Crawford said on the other line, she couldn't help but grin like an idiot, she had spoken with Jack for a long time.
"It has indeed sir." She said and laughed a little bit, she wasn't sure whether he heard it or not.
"Now Clarice, your not on the force anymore, you don't have to call me sir. Jack will do just fine." He said and they both laughed together even though the joke was lame. At the end of the laughter Jack coughed loudly on the phone, Clarice might be getting old but Jack was much older.
"How may I help you Jack?" She asked, in a serious voice, her mind had started to comb through possible reasons why Jack would call this early in the morning especially from work, where he was busy all the time, especially now in the twenty first century.
"Clarice, two hours ago a body was found in a small town, you may have heard of it Whispering Willows?" He asked, the name rang a few bells but it wasn't like she had been there before.
"I've heard of it." She replied. There was a certain seriousness in his voice that made her nervous.
"A fourteen year old girl who has been identified as Ellie Williams, she was raped several times and her head was smashed right open…" He said, the thought of the teenage girl with a head wide open made Clarice sick to the stomach and she wondered why she had to listen to it.
"Jack, is there a point to this call?" She asked sounding frustrated and confused.
"Well Clarice, I was wondering if you could come down her and check it out?" He asked. He was insane, Clarice couldn't go to a little town today, she had things to do and was going to lunch with her roommate.
"Jack, I'm not an agent anymore. I quit. I cant go down…" She continued rubbing her head.
"Clarice we found a note on her." He responded.
"So…" She replied.
"The note was addressed to you!" He said, Clarice had nothing to say she sat up in bed in shock, she was running over people in her mind, psychopaths that knew her that would leave a note to her on the body of a fourteen year old girl, only one sprang to mind. Hannibal Lecter, but it couldn't be him. He had no use with a fourteen year old girl. Or did he.
"Clarice?" He asked on the other end of the phone as if he didn't know she was there. But he knew that she was on the other end of the line, Clarice wouldn't hang up after news like that.
"I'm here." She responded. Her mother was open and she was staring at the wall of her room into the nothingness of the pink paint that desperately needed replacing.
"I can get a car to come pick you up." He said. She nodded later understanding that he couldn't see her nodding.
"I'll do it." She said simply, without waiting for a reply she hung up the phone. She got out of bed and started to pack her things. She was all of a sudden involved in a case.