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LecterVille. You see I named someone after you here. Make sure you extend me the same courtesy. Hee hee.
Clarice Starling's mind was whizzing out of control. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. The one consistency in her life could NOT be dead. She did not know why she was having these thoughts but she had to find out if he was dead, and there was only one place she would be able to do that. She didn't have time to really debate as to the reasoning's behind her current mind set. To be honest, anyone should be happy an escaped serial killer was now dead. Right?
Her Mustang rumbled to a stop on a nearby side walk, near Quantico. There were an awful l lot of press cars her expert eyes told her. Perhaps they could tell her more. Walking to the front of the FBI building she noticed that Special Agent Fred Ville, one of Krendlers hounds, was outside about to make a statement to the press. Hovering at the back of the crowd she received some odd looks and people were murmuring around her. She had black bags beneath her blue bloodshot eyes, and she had the slight tainted look about her of someone who hadn't eaten and slept for days. Someone turned to her.
"Excuse me love, you look familiar, is everything alright?" He spoke to her, showing genuine concern. His face however was cold, poking in other people's business was his job after all.
"Erm... well Yes. I'm fine, I was wondering if you knew if Hannibal was really dead?" She felt nauseous just saying it.
"Well that's what we're here to find out." He hesitated and she noticed his distaste for Dr Lecter's spoken name. He was about to continue talking but the Agent started to talk.
"Hello everyone. I know you are all waiting for news on the identification of the dead curator and I'm sorry to tell you that nothing has been confirmed yet. Although we are fairly certain that the deceased is in fact Hannibal Lecter." At this he grinned and continued addressing the large crowd, but to Starling she stopped hearing.
"No." She whispered.
"What love?" The man was still looking at her.
"He can't be dead." She gazed at the floor, losing touch with her control. It leaves her like the extreme currents of a fast flowing river.
"Wait." The man stepped back from her like she was contagious. "You're that Starling chick, no wonder you don't want him to be dead. I knew what they said about you were true."
Starling looked up to look him in the eyes, her hands shaking with rage. Everyone in the crowd had turned to look at them now and even Special Agent Ville had stop jabbering to the crowd and was looking too.
"He is a monster, and I for one, am glad that he is dead!"
He blinked a surprised look on his face. He barely heard the bang, and as he fell to the ground he glanced down at his chest and saw blood gushing from him.
Clarice Starling stood with her gun still raised no remorse on her face. She breathes heavily and somewhere deep down inside her, a monster is satisfied at the sacrifice but it would not do to stop the blood. She glanced up at Agent Ville and shot him through the eye splattering nearby press with his brain and blood. With this she smiled, turned and ran cameras now on and following her with the flashes and flashes capturing the two men's doom.