The dragon's eye

Chapter 4:

London

Britannia International Hotel

9:30 am

Matt rocked back and forth on his bed, trying to ease the aching numbness that was attacking his forehead. He felt like if he stayed still, he was on a boat in the middle of a storm, all the noises he heard amplified to a terrifying volume.

Leonard was on the phone to Seifer once more, telling him their location and to arrive soon. When he hung up, he hesitated to look at Matt. He was getting severe draw back off entering Lecter's mind… and why wouldn't he. Lecter was complicated enough with out having to deal with insane thoughts.

Moving towards him only made Matt shrink away and roll around on his bed as if he was struggling to wake up from a dream. What Matt wasn't told was Seifer was bringing someone with him… some one like Matt, who could take the burden off his mind.

He sat down at the foot of his bed, fading out Matt's grunts and groans of pain. Focusing, he recapped on what had happened during their meeting, glad that Lecter was fully unaware that Matt was anything but the boy he'd seen.

London

Britannia International Hotel

10:45am

Seifer knocked lowly on the door twice, knowing it would be the familiar face of Leonard to greet him. He'd recently been updated on what had happened in the institute where Lecter was staying and was also aware of the slight disadvantage of Matt's little mind probe.

When the door opened, he walked on in without any introductions… him and Leonard had been in the business together for over 5 years.

He saw the way Leonard's eyes shot to the man standing with him, and only waved the look away. He'd already informed Leonard of who he was… and what he was capable of. He only moved over to the other side of the room from Matt and his new companion who glided to Matt and sat himself down on the edge of the young mans bed.

He inspected what was happening as Leonard moved over to where they could whisper in silence. His eyes stuck to his new friend who slowly pulled Matt to face him with a small tug of his arm and whispered words that from where he was… just seemed like he was moving his lips. After his silent whisper to Matt, who replied with a nod, he gently pressed his hands to the sides of Matt's head.

Both of them gave a small jolt but there was nothing more, as their faces resembled the complexion of stone in showing their true emotions on the matter.

The stranger was actually another associate of Seifer's, know as Marcus Cordell. He'd only, like Matt, recently joined into the business of their secret organisation that worked with the police behind the shield and leaked the answer they needed to know. The government supported them… they weren't known about by any other countries… secret weapons just waiting in the shadows.

Marcus was in fact, just off a relation to Matt. Marcus was older than Matt, around mid 30's, but with the same look as Matt. His hair was jet black with the same hard brown eyes that flowed through the roots of their families. He was 5 ft 9, and had plain clothes on. A white shirt and dark denim jeans with a dark denim jacket to match. If he hadn't known any better, Seifer himself would have walked right by him without another glance. But with the link he had to the family, Seifer was smart to look at him again and see what lay beyond the shell.

Marcus was a cousin of Amanda Herts. who'd gotten married to one of Matt's uncles, who'd linked the families together nicely and opened up a new link to the family.

Seifer knew much more on the matter, but he didn't care to brag about it nor bring up the matter of family to Marcus or Matt. There was apparently a small argument within the family that was boiling in between them all.

After 5 or more minutes that stretched out, Marcus leaned back and let go of Matt, who grunted something and started to lean up only to be pushed back easily by Marcus.

Leonard moved towards Matt who was again trying to awkwardly get up like he was suddenly drunk. Leonard gave him a rougher push to get him to stay and silently started to question him.

"How are you feeling now?" Matt grunted something else, which sounded like 'peachy' and roughly shoved his hands away as he attempted several more times to stand. Marcus wasn't having any of it, and continued to shove Matt down each time he tried to get up.

"Stay still and lie down. Your minds still in a bit of a state and you need to rest it. Or would you prefer the blackouts that will follow". Marcus's voice was thick and steady, which only earned his a sneer off Matt, but it got through as the young man leaned back, not getting up again.

Leonard gave off a small sigh of approval before sitting himself back down on the edge of Matt's bed. Seifer appeared at his shoulder, pulling out a small device and handing it to Leonard.

There was a small click, as Leonard turned on the small recorder to make sure that they had some evidence on the Lecter case that they could give to their superiors.

"Matt… could you tell us now what you got from Mr Lecter". It seemed so weird as Seifer and Marcus moved away to take a seat away from the two of them. Leonard holding the recorder close to Matt so he could catch any stray words that Matt decided to throw in out of the blue.

It was indeed a strange scene, as it all seemed pulled out of a cheesy film. Matt blinked away the stray black spots that were already evaporating, ignoring Marcus who seemed to greatly annoy him for some unknown reason with his silence. It was creepy to have him there.

"…Lecter? Owe, ye. He wandered off near the beginning… talking about the women that were killed. He liked the poses the killer had placed the bodies in…he knew who killed them. He talked about the killer learning, I think to adapt the way he kills them without being caught. I think he also knew him personally because he talked about some blaze… a fire or something…"

Matt shook his head as a few image flashed in his mind of the dead women. Lecter had memorised the images knowing we would retrieve them off him again… and Matt had to see them.

"He described the poses to be angelic… soft featured women that looked like angels. The women had their eyes gouged out right… Lecter knew something about that… called it some kind of transformation… or mutilation. He said something like, Dragon flesh, which confused me a bit. But he knows the killer… a fire lit house… something about the killers past, so he knows the killer in some personal way. He called him a poor boy… a poor soul… compassion for him that not like him. I can't get any more… I think that was all he had".

Leonard gave him a small tap, "That's enough for now. We need to go back and seen Lecter again though, in case the killer is in contact with him and is feeding him this information. He knew too much to have gotten it from the newspapers. Will you be ok for tomorrow or is that too early".

Matt was quick to nod he was fine for tomorrow which allow Leonard to cast his eyes to Seifer who quickly nodded as well.

"Good. Seifer, take this back to the boss. Make another copy and keep hold of it, make sure though to distort the voice on it. I don't want anyone recognising Matt's voice when we give it over to the police…"

Handing over the tap, Seifer seemed to only be waiting for that item, turned on his heals and swooped out the room like a breeze.

Matt massaged his forehead, thankful that the pain had let up a lot more than before. While it had felt like every 5 seconds some one was trying to cave his forehead in with a hammer, now it only gave a low hot throb.

He could distinctly pick out whose mind was whose in the room. It was strange how it felt… so inhuman and unnatural he'd never got used to it.

The dull throb was sending out some kind of radar, reaching out to the very corners of the room and pin pointing Leonard's and Marcus's minds at once. With every ones minds running at different frequencies… they all fell into this one.

He suppressed a shiver that sneaked out from inside. He didn't always feel like this though…only in some cases when he entered not an every day killers mind, but a stone cold killer whose only thoughts were plagued by the cruel images of the ones they'd killed.

Every time, he was left feeling cold inside.

Marcus came over and sat down at the end of the bed, not talking, just giving Matt that haunted look in his eyes like he knew what he was now experiencing.

Leonard was fiddling with the phone once more, ringing someone but still had the time to shout over to Matt. "Marcus is going to be staying to help us with this Lecter case. He'll be checking up on any information Lecter gives us. He'll also be assisting you after tomorrow I believe… try to get some sleep and relax that head of yours". As if on queue from talking, Matt could just about hear a grouchy voice perk up at the other end of the phone.

Matt sighed in annoyance at how unemotional Leonard was, but he was always like this… numbing him self before entering any bloody cases.

Marcus was still sitting there, not entirely staring at him but merely through him. So, with one last huff he rolled over and turned his back to all occupants of the room so no one was staring at him.

Leonard allowed his eyes to check and see if Matt was ok. He had slightly panicked when he was having the draw back. His eyes lingered on Marcus who hadn't moved, staring like he'd fallen asleep in that position. Leonard wasn't so sure about Marcus… he'd never had any experience with him so clearly he didn't trust him, but it was orders so he learned to live with working with people.

Marcus waited for Matt's breath to steady and then become shallow before he reached out with his own mind. It was easy to find Matt's mind, as it was not like any others. He gave Matt a small push so that his dreams were empty of any images that may have imprinted themselves from Lecter. He hovered inside his head, just to make sure that nothing crept back in… and sure enough some stray images floated back.

Pushing them out and to the back of Matt's mind, Marcus removed him self and went over to the chair in the corner, sitting down and letting him self relax.

He'd read the case on Lecter, which were only detailed cases of his victims and his mental state. Letting out a sigh he'd suppressed, he kept an eye on Matt. They were all in for a ride with Lecter… but the growing feeling of grim was creeping into his mind. Lecter was planning something in his head… and it wasn't going to be a nice surprise for them.

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