The doctor grimaced as he walked along the deserted streets. Any decent person would avoid this disgusting unclean city, but he was still on the run as of yet. His plan to escape meant that he would have to hop from city to city in the US, sometimes backtracking or going in loops on the interstate and creating a knotted mess of things and confusing the hell out of his pursuers. He could not return to Italy anytime soon, but he felt such a longing for the beauty of Rome and Venice.
He could smell such a stench radiating from the alley he had passed, it was a scent of decay. Rotting meat, the flesh of a victim foolhardy enough to do as Dr. Lector dared now. Judging from the clothes and the smashed bottled of cheap spirits, the remains had been a vagrant woman just trying to survive a night on the streets of the hellhole known as New Jersey.
He felt nothing but a slight annoyance until he had cleared the range of the rank odour. His hotel was not that far away now, he thought as he crested the hill. He could see the bright lights warm and beckoning to him on this chilly summer night. He was forced to park his car far away from the entrance, he didn't trust that pockmarked young valet with his beautiful Italien-made luxury car, especially after that glint in the boy's eyes that spoke of a reckless joyride at the doctor's expense.
He had just reached the awning stretching out and over the hotel doors when he heard a powerful engine roaring behind him. Several older women dressed tastefully in evening gowns were clustered around the doors talking while a middle-aged Asian man enjoyed a cigar opposite them. A valet, this one a college age girl with a trustworthy face, escorted one of the ladies into a waiting limousine. The sound of the engine was getting closer, causing curious heads to turn.
Curiousity turned to terror as the black car's breaks screeched it to a halt. A rifle appeared. "Take this, you rich bastards!" A flurry of bullets came at the helpless people from every window of the car. Lector tackled the girl to the ground, shielding her. A bullet ripped into his leg, then another in his back.
She whimpered, her red hair plastered to her face. "Please, help me." He blinked, he must be losing a lot of blood. t She moaned and wept Iinto his shoulder. "Plea-"
"Calm down," He heard himself slurring. "Focus on me, please. You are safe."
She moved her hand down his back, her fingers came back smeared with blood. "Oh, God, you were shot!"
Someone screamed from the hotel lobby. "Call 911!"
His vision was blurring. "It's alright, you will be fine, Clarice."
"My name is Rachel-" she stammered.
"Yes, my apologies. You remind me of- nevermind... are you hurt?"
She didn't answer, she was staring off to the side. "H-hey, what's wrong with him? Was he shot, too?" He followed her gaze to see the Asian man convulsing.
Dr. Lector looked away and sighed. "No, that man is having a siezure." His vision was going dark and he was going to fade into unconciousness soon. "Unfortunately for him, I am about to pass out." And with that said, his eyes closed and his body went limp.
