Disclaimer: I do not own Hannibal Lector, Clarice Starling, or any other character found within Thomas Harris' Books and the films produced.
The calm after the storm, a deadly, pregnant silence that seemed to permeate the air in an attempt to combat the horrid sounds that had just held its place, he could feel the cool, crisp winter air seep in through the now shattered windshield as he stared at her unconscious and bloody body. He could feel her breathing in the silence, the sound not reaching his ears, but the movement of her chest seeming to push against him. Looking from her body he observed the group that now surrounded them, by standers and morbidly curious on lookers. The thought of people swarming like insects to see what had happened to them disgusted him, though it strangely fascinated him, the world's obsession with death and pain. Smiling for a moment he quickly hid the harpy within his suit's jacket pocket and stepped from the vehicle, a mask of concern spreading over his face.
"Some one call an ambulance! My wife is hurt! Please! She's very badly injured!"
A woman standing near an over crowded café immediately removed a cell phone from her purse, a look of shock keeping her eyes wide and her mouth a gape as she dialed, another pedestrian removed a phone from his pocket and began to dial. Within minutes sirens were heard, their loud shrieks drawing closer with each passing millisecond. Soon he watched as four firefighters removed the car's door, the same amount of medics swooping in behind them to remove Clarice from the torn vehicle. Shouting, concerned voices began to list off conditions, descriptions and commands. A young, freckle-faced medic jogged towards him, her long blond hair pulled up into a thin ponytail.
"Sir are you injured?"
"No, just take care of my wife; I need…" he faked desperation. "Please let me ride with her."
"Of course Sir, but I'm going to need information on both of you."
"My name is Douglas Browning, My wife's name is Kristina, our insurance is with DCPH Medical, just take her to the nearest hospital, we don't have a preferred one, oh god, she's so hurt."
"She'll be okay Sir, but we need to get her back as soon as possible."
They both began to jog towards the ambulance in which Clarice had been placed.
"Does your wife have any history of Anemia, diabetes or stroke within her family?"
"No, her mother had heart problems but there's nothing that comes to mind other than that."
They each climbed into the ambulance, followed by an older, grey haired medic. Siren's blasting they pulled away from the scene. The young woman took Clarice's pulse, the older medic cleaning the blood from her face with a thick piece of gauze-like clothe. Picking up the radio hooked to a strap on her shirt the blonde pressed a button and spoke into it feverishly.
"Female maybe 28 to 30 years of age, 114 to 120 pounds, potential head and internal injuries, emergency assistance requested."
Letting go of the headset she found herself face to face with bold, hardened maroon eyes, beyond which lay her fellow medic, streak of blood sliding down his face, its origin his temple.
"So sorry dear." The words slipped from his lips as he lifted the heavy metal box up, bring it down hard against the right side of her head. Dropping the box, he reached into his pocket for the harpy, opening and reaching through the dividing window, stabbing the knife into the passenger's neck, then the driver's temple. Abruptly the ambulance slowed, coming to a stop in the center of the street. Quickly he moved form the rear of the ambulance to the front, turning the sirens off and pulling into a parking lot. Climbing back into the rear of the vehicle he undressed and redressed in the older man's clothing, carefully pulling the bodies of the driver and passenger out of the vehicle and into the flatbed of a truck next to which he had parked. Moving towards the back of the ambulance he removed the stretcher upon which a still unconscious Clarice lay, and rolled it towards a silver van on the other side of the nearly abandoned lot. Quickly picking the van's lock he opened the door and unlocked the back of it, opening the trunks hatch, opening the trunk he pushed the second row of seats into their floor compartment, maximizing space. Running back to the ambulance he selected two heavy blankets which he laid across the floor of the van's trunk, taking the pillow from beneath her head and placing it on top of the blankets. Picking up the injured woman he gently set her upon the blankets, her head resting on the pillow as she carefully shut the trunk's door, and sped to the driver's seat. Hotwiring it quickly he hit reverse.
Pulling from the parking lot he smiled triumphantly, pulling out into the street once more just as he heard the stirring from behind him.
"Clarice don't move, you're injured, you may have head trauma."
"Hmmm…" her moan sounded groggy and far off.
Driving back past the destroyed vehicle from which they both had abandoned only minutes before he took the turn he had asked her to take, they'd be out of the city in nearly an hour, and out of the state in four.
A/n; So. It's been a year, But I received a review from Jenny and I was inspired to write more. So tell me what you think.