1 Chapter Six: The Ware-House
Clarice came to the entrance of the parking lot to the warehouse. She turned the steering wheel and entered not knowing exactly what she felt, it was somewhere between being frightened and getting a bizarre adrenaline rush. She stopped the car and got out, her cell phone hummed. She answered it.
"Clarice, tell me where you are!" Jack demanded, trying to sound far superior to her, and although he was a higher rank Clarice knew when she could over step him.
"Jack, he will kill her if you follow me." She said as she walked towards the door, she suddenly understood how Psycho Fetish worked, if you didn't do what he said then he would kill, that was all there was to it.
"Clarice, you have to tell us. You are in danger!" Jack demanded, she stopped and thought of something to say. If this were a movie then she would come up with some cheesy line like 'danger is my middle name.' The thought actually brought a smile to her face. Then she thought of something realistic to say but couldn't.
"No more calls Jack." She said. She pushed the button on the phone and it went dead. She dropped her phone onto the loose gravel on the ground and walked into the warehouse.
When she arrived inside, it was empty except for a man standing behind a little girl. He was wearing a black overcoat and a smiley facemask, like the one on Ellie's shirt. She walked up to him and couldn't help but feel nervous, in his left hand was a knife and it was pointing at the little girl's throat and in the other hand was a small voice box, the kind they gave to cancer patience who had to have their voice boxes removed.
"Nice to finally meet you Clarice." He said in a robotic tone. She looked at him and realised it was the same voice he had used on the phone.
"What do you want?" She asked nervously, at first she wasn't sure if he heard her.
"Clarice, I wanted to meet the person who will eventually catch me. Now take off your gun, and don't lie to me. You have a gun connected to you ankle, remove it." He said not moving the knife away from the little girl, who was blindfolded and obviously drugged because she wasn't screaming but squirming like a worm on the end of a hook. How did he know she was carrying a weapon, she had put it on in the room and wore long pants. There was no way he could know. Clarice bent down and took the gun out of the holster strapped to her ankle.
"Throw it to the centre of the room." He said. Clarice obeyed and threw the gun into the centre of the room; it bounced twice when it landed.
"Why are you doing this?" Clarice asked, trying hard to project her voice so it would reach him.
"Do you know the sort of satisfaction you get over hearing some little bitch scream, and the feel of there blood on your hands, its remarkable. Your friend Ardelia screamed when I fucked her. She moaned like a slut." He said. Clarice tried not to take the whole thing personally, he was trying to break her and Clarice was not about to let that happen. Still the remark was very hurtful.
"What do you want from me?" Clarice asked, pushing the image of her flatmate being raped after she was dead, something that stuck on her mind the chewing gum on a shoe.
"Clarice, I will be caught, and when I am I will be the most famous killer of them all, more famous than Charles Manson, bigger than Hannibal Lecter. After all what sort of psychopath could slit the throat of a little girl." He said. Clarice's eye lit up in horror as she watched Psycho Fetish slit Jessica's throat. She screamed and ran for the gun she picked it up and held out in front of her like she had done so many times before. She looked up and saw that Psycho Fetish was gone, he had ran through a door behind him. She ran out the door just in time to see a grey van drive off. She aimed the van at the tires and fired a round, I missed. It turned around the corner and was gone.
Clarice ran back into the warehouse to check the little girl. She saw the girl quivering on the ground and a puddle of blood forming under her throat. She ran and dropped to her knees.
"Oh Jesus. Fuck!" She yelled and supported the little girls head, which was still warm, her eyes were open staring up at the roof into nothingness. There was nothing she could do, the little girl was dead. Then the tears came. She cried openly for everything, for Ardelia Mapp for Ellie and for little Jessica. She could remember the SWAT team breaking in and Jack Crawford hugging her, she hugged him back and continued to cry on his shoulder. Jessica was dead. Clarice closed her eyes and didn't open them.
Chapter Seven: A letter from the Good Doctor.
Clarice awoke in the bed of the hotel; sitting at the table was Jack Crawford a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of cheap whiskey in his hand. He was watching Clarice and when she finally opened her eyes he smiled at her. He moved over to her and ran his old hands through her hair and she found it comforting.
"I fucked up." She said, she sound dazed and croaky. He shook his head and kissed her cheek.
"You didn't and you know it. Jessica was meant to die." Jack said. In a way she understood him completely and wanted to be free of this wave of guilt that had hit her entire body.
"He killed her for shock value." He said and stood up her returned to the table and put out his cigarette. He sat down and sipped from his whiskey bottle. Then he reached down and pulled out Clarice's laptop computer and mobile phone she had dropped in the gravel.
"I got your computer, in case you wanted to go online." He said and handed her the computer, she put it next to her and fumbled for the remote control next to the bed. She found it and turned on the television. The picture of Washington Airport came up and there was a reporter talking.
"It all began at Washington Airport, when Special Agent Clarice Starling, famous for her involvement with Hannibal Lecter, was chasing a serial killer. After a confrontation at an old warehouse a man killed a little girl. Jessica." The reporter said, it was a female reporter and by the sound of her voice she was black. Clarice turned off the television.
"We have another man hunt don't we?" Clarice asked Crawford. He looked at her without his glasses on and his eyes looked so tired.
"Yes." He said simply and stood up, he felt agitated for some reason and wanted to be outside, for fresh air.
"I'm going to get a coffee." He said and left the hotel room without saying a word. Clarice turned on her laptop computer. It hummed with life and the LCD screen became blue displaying shortcuts on her desktop. She got a long cable from within the computer and connected it to her mobile phone so she could have Internet access. She clicked on the blue lower case 'e' icon and connected. There was the hum of the connection sound and then she was online. The first thing she did was check her mail. She hadn't checked for a few days and wanted to clean out any junk mail. She waited for the voice to tell her how much mail she had.
"You have one new message." The voice said. She clicked on the image of an envelope.
To: Clarice Starling
From: H. Lecter M.D
At first she thought it was just some stupid nerdy teenager pretending but something told her too read the message and when she opened it she knew the truth.
Dear Clarice:
I thought that you left the FBI and that you would never become involved with it again, after all that's what you said after the report of the Paul Krendler incident. Why did you join back again Clarice, was it because even though you have been a good agent those lambs wouldn't stop screaming, was it because the killer struck you right where it hurt killing Ardelia Mapp. Remember the good old times, down in the dungeon where you asked me nervously about Buffalo Bill, remember how I help you Clarice, I hope so because they are times I will never forget. I can help you Clarice with the knew killer, you see when I heard about your little return to the FBI I flew straight to Washington to be there. This killer is unlike anyone you have tried to catch before, he feels nothing and you will need someone like him to catch him Clarice. You will need my help Clarice; there is no doubt about that. Meet me at the park in front of the hotel your staying at, at the statue of Abraham Lincoln, and I will help you Clarice. Bring me everything you have on this man who calls himself Psycho Fetish.
Yours Truly
Hannibal Lecter M.D
PS:
I believe or relationship has grown above you trying to catch me, come alone Clarice, if you are wearing a wire or are planning to bust me I will know and wont show up. You once told me that you would never ask me to stop Clarice, you once showed me respect after the phone call I gave you when you graduated. I know you will come alone Clarice.
Clarice deleted the message as soon as she read it, as she didn't want anyone else to read it. She considered what she was going to do and decided to meet Hannibal in the park. She would have to if she wanted to catch Psycho Fetish, he was good at catching people out. Jack would make the case go on for too long and it was above doing him a favour. The monster had killed her best friend it was personal now. Clarice Starling wanted revenge.
Clarice came to the entrance of the parking lot to the warehouse. She turned the steering wheel and entered not knowing exactly what she felt, it was somewhere between being frightened and getting a bizarre adrenaline rush. She stopped the car and got out, her cell phone hummed. She answered it.
"Clarice, tell me where you are!" Jack demanded, trying to sound far superior to her, and although he was a higher rank Clarice knew when she could over step him.
"Jack, he will kill her if you follow me." She said as she walked towards the door, she suddenly understood how Psycho Fetish worked, if you didn't do what he said then he would kill, that was all there was to it.
"Clarice, you have to tell us. You are in danger!" Jack demanded, she stopped and thought of something to say. If this were a movie then she would come up with some cheesy line like 'danger is my middle name.' The thought actually brought a smile to her face. Then she thought of something realistic to say but couldn't.
"No more calls Jack." She said. She pushed the button on the phone and it went dead. She dropped her phone onto the loose gravel on the ground and walked into the warehouse.
When she arrived inside, it was empty except for a man standing behind a little girl. He was wearing a black overcoat and a smiley facemask, like the one on Ellie's shirt. She walked up to him and couldn't help but feel nervous, in his left hand was a knife and it was pointing at the little girl's throat and in the other hand was a small voice box, the kind they gave to cancer patience who had to have their voice boxes removed.
"Nice to finally meet you Clarice." He said in a robotic tone. She looked at him and realised it was the same voice he had used on the phone.
"What do you want?" She asked nervously, at first she wasn't sure if he heard her.
"Clarice, I wanted to meet the person who will eventually catch me. Now take off your gun, and don't lie to me. You have a gun connected to you ankle, remove it." He said not moving the knife away from the little girl, who was blindfolded and obviously drugged because she wasn't screaming but squirming like a worm on the end of a hook. How did he know she was carrying a weapon, she had put it on in the room and wore long pants. There was no way he could know. Clarice bent down and took the gun out of the holster strapped to her ankle.
"Throw it to the centre of the room." He said. Clarice obeyed and threw the gun into the centre of the room; it bounced twice when it landed.
"Why are you doing this?" Clarice asked, trying hard to project her voice so it would reach him.
"Do you know the sort of satisfaction you get over hearing some little bitch scream, and the feel of there blood on your hands, its remarkable. Your friend Ardelia screamed when I fucked her. She moaned like a slut." He said. Clarice tried not to take the whole thing personally, he was trying to break her and Clarice was not about to let that happen. Still the remark was very hurtful.
"What do you want from me?" Clarice asked, pushing the image of her flatmate being raped after she was dead, something that stuck on her mind the chewing gum on a shoe.
"Clarice, I will be caught, and when I am I will be the most famous killer of them all, more famous than Charles Manson, bigger than Hannibal Lecter. After all what sort of psychopath could slit the throat of a little girl." He said. Clarice's eye lit up in horror as she watched Psycho Fetish slit Jessica's throat. She screamed and ran for the gun she picked it up and held out in front of her like she had done so many times before. She looked up and saw that Psycho Fetish was gone, he had ran through a door behind him. She ran out the door just in time to see a grey van drive off. She aimed the van at the tires and fired a round, I missed. It turned around the corner and was gone.
Clarice ran back into the warehouse to check the little girl. She saw the girl quivering on the ground and a puddle of blood forming under her throat. She ran and dropped to her knees.
"Oh Jesus. Fuck!" She yelled and supported the little girls head, which was still warm, her eyes were open staring up at the roof into nothingness. There was nothing she could do, the little girl was dead. Then the tears came. She cried openly for everything, for Ardelia Mapp for Ellie and for little Jessica. She could remember the SWAT team breaking in and Jack Crawford hugging her, she hugged him back and continued to cry on his shoulder. Jessica was dead. Clarice closed her eyes and didn't open them.
Chapter Seven: A letter from the Good Doctor.
Clarice awoke in the bed of the hotel; sitting at the table was Jack Crawford a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of cheap whiskey in his hand. He was watching Clarice and when she finally opened her eyes he smiled at her. He moved over to her and ran his old hands through her hair and she found it comforting.
"I fucked up." She said, she sound dazed and croaky. He shook his head and kissed her cheek.
"You didn't and you know it. Jessica was meant to die." Jack said. In a way she understood him completely and wanted to be free of this wave of guilt that had hit her entire body.
"He killed her for shock value." He said and stood up her returned to the table and put out his cigarette. He sat down and sipped from his whiskey bottle. Then he reached down and pulled out Clarice's laptop computer and mobile phone she had dropped in the gravel.
"I got your computer, in case you wanted to go online." He said and handed her the computer, she put it next to her and fumbled for the remote control next to the bed. She found it and turned on the television. The picture of Washington Airport came up and there was a reporter talking.
"It all began at Washington Airport, when Special Agent Clarice Starling, famous for her involvement with Hannibal Lecter, was chasing a serial killer. After a confrontation at an old warehouse a man killed a little girl. Jessica." The reporter said, it was a female reporter and by the sound of her voice she was black. Clarice turned off the television.
"We have another man hunt don't we?" Clarice asked Crawford. He looked at her without his glasses on and his eyes looked so tired.
"Yes." He said simply and stood up, he felt agitated for some reason and wanted to be outside, for fresh air.
"I'm going to get a coffee." He said and left the hotel room without saying a word. Clarice turned on her laptop computer. It hummed with life and the LCD screen became blue displaying shortcuts on her desktop. She got a long cable from within the computer and connected it to her mobile phone so she could have Internet access. She clicked on the blue lower case 'e' icon and connected. There was the hum of the connection sound and then she was online. The first thing she did was check her mail. She hadn't checked for a few days and wanted to clean out any junk mail. She waited for the voice to tell her how much mail she had.
"You have one new message." The voice said. She clicked on the image of an envelope.
To: Clarice Starling
From: H. Lecter M.D
At first she thought it was just some stupid nerdy teenager pretending but something told her too read the message and when she opened it she knew the truth.
Dear Clarice:
I thought that you left the FBI and that you would never become involved with it again, after all that's what you said after the report of the Paul Krendler incident. Why did you join back again Clarice, was it because even though you have been a good agent those lambs wouldn't stop screaming, was it because the killer struck you right where it hurt killing Ardelia Mapp. Remember the good old times, down in the dungeon where you asked me nervously about Buffalo Bill, remember how I help you Clarice, I hope so because they are times I will never forget. I can help you Clarice with the knew killer, you see when I heard about your little return to the FBI I flew straight to Washington to be there. This killer is unlike anyone you have tried to catch before, he feels nothing and you will need someone like him to catch him Clarice. You will need my help Clarice; there is no doubt about that. Meet me at the park in front of the hotel your staying at, at the statue of Abraham Lincoln, and I will help you Clarice. Bring me everything you have on this man who calls himself Psycho Fetish.
Yours Truly
Hannibal Lecter M.D
PS:
I believe or relationship has grown above you trying to catch me, come alone Clarice, if you are wearing a wire or are planning to bust me I will know and wont show up. You once told me that you would never ask me to stop Clarice, you once showed me respect after the phone call I gave you when you graduated. I know you will come alone Clarice.
Clarice deleted the message as soon as she read it, as she didn't want anyone else to read it. She considered what she was going to do and decided to meet Hannibal in the park. She would have to if she wanted to catch Psycho Fetish, he was good at catching people out. Jack would make the case go on for too long and it was above doing him a favour. The monster had killed her best friend it was personal now. Clarice Starling wanted revenge.