A/N: SO SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE! I needed help on this chapter, thank God for MajorBachman my new beta-reader! So big thanks to you MajorBachman, you helped me edit a BIG load of this chapter and I am eternally grateful (I hope my readers are too). Aside from that, there will be some OOC-ness from Lecter, I'm sorry but it has to be done in this and the next chapter (it's not THAT dramatic, but still sorry for that). And from my analyzation, I think there will be only 9 or 10 chapters for this story (sad face). Happy reading.

Chapter 7: Arise

When I was in my mother's womb I became ligyrophobic. My father and my mother had gone to a theater to see a movie before I was due in January. The loud noises of bombs, the gunfire, the screaming of victims. My mother told me that I had kicked her endlessly, causing her pain and nausea; they had to leave the theater. From that day on, I grew up paranoid of loud noises. So how does silence frighten me more?

The clock's ticking echoed in the room. Tik-tok. Tik-tok. Tik. Tok. Tik… Tok…
Tik…
It suddenly felt claustrophobic; the room didn't feel grand anymore. The walls flexed and twisted and they enclosed me.
I'm trapped!
The candles were beginning to melt onto their candelabras. My heart beat grew in sync with the Desmond-clock sitting on a pile of books.
Lecter's eyes wandered from me to the photo in my hand. My eyes froze onto Lecters. His nostrils were flaring with rage. He stood up from the recliner he had sat upon like a throne and looked over my form to glance at the photograph in my hand. His Adams-apple tensed as he swallowed.
My lips parted carefully, "Why do you have this?"
Lecter stayed silent.
A shallow breath exited my lips, "Dr. Lecter why won't you answer me?"
"You know him."
"Yes" I retorted, "He is my pediatrician, Dr. Lynch."
"For how long?"
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, "Thirteen years."
Dr. Lecter's eyes closed, he tried snatching the photo away from my hands. I immediately pulled away from his reach, bumping into the desk.
I pressed the photo into my chest, clutching it tightly, "Answer me doctor."
Dr. Lecter huffed at me with anger, closing his eyes slowly to calmly breathe in. His fingers lightly moved around a photo in front of him. He was contemplating his words, how to make me understand. He was as surprised as I was, and that certainly did not please him one bit. All I could do was analyze him and this whole mess. It sank deeper in me that I wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. I was trapped here; oblivious to what reckonings at would come. Would I be killed? Was Lecter still trying to help me? The shakings started.
Dr. Lecter produced a loud sigh, his hand gestured to his previous seat, "Sit Harper."
I became hesitant; I didn't want to be here. The ticking of the clock rang in my ears loudly.

I was breaking.

Then I felt pressure, Lecter latched onto my arm suddenly and it caused me to jerk away violently. He stared at me, confused by my sudden change in behavior, but he wouldn't release. I grew paranoid; I could suddenly hear everything inside the room. The truth was finally settling into my mind. The pictures, the killings, Dr. Lynch and his family, Lecter. I was finally terrified by the man in front of me. My eyes stung and my body clenched into a tight grip. I let my emotions get the better of me; I didn't care if he broke me anymore. I dropped to the floor effortlessly, but that grip was still firm. As Lecter tried to haul me up, I refused by yanking my arm back to my side. I yelled at him to let my arm go and to my surprise he did. My arm flopped onto the floor with a hard thump. I pulled it up to cover my face. Then I cried. I cried into my hands, the pain kept growing. I felt like a child having a tantrum, I just needed to vent. Then a mantra:
When it passes, it passes.
Again.
When it passes, it passes.
Faster.
When it passes, it passes!
My insides were panicking, bunched up in knots of paranoia.

And then warmth. Soothing warmth coated over my body.

It was an embrace and I melted into it unwillingly. I smelled that bitter scent and it intertwined my senses mercilessly. I didn't understand, what happened to his anger? I pulled away from him to wipe my face, not wanting to stain him. As I breathed in some weary breaths, I felt his touch. I looked at his hand grabbing my arm again. There was no force. He led me to the recliner and sat me down. I hugged myself around the waist tightly, feeling like my bones would break then and there.
Lecter's hand caressed my shoulder and I tried to calm myself, the shakiness in my voice still lingered, "P-Please Doctor…" I was choking back some lingering tears, "Say something…Why do you have a picture of Lynch and his family?"
He breathed loudly; he held himself against the backrest of my chair. His eyes wouldn't keep off the photos; he looked as if he was in a state of nostalgia.
My head proceeded to hang down, my veins stiffened.
"You killed him didn't you?"
Nothing.
"All of them?" Each family.
Dr. Lecter glanced back at me slowly. The tears were building up; he mouthed the word 'yes'. My eyes closed and I lowered my head. I finally saw it, why people feared him. Do you hate him now?
I clasped my hands together, my nails looked hideous, "You killed all of them?"
Dr. Lecter knelt down in front of me until we were nose-to-nose. His hands clasped both sides of my face; his maroon eyes pierced my sanity.
"I didn't kill the families." He put emphasis on the word. He raised his index finger in my frontal view, "Just one person from each."
I closed my eyes, "The fathers?"
"But…"
My eyes shot open, "But?" I retorted back.
His gaze drifted back to the Lynch photo. I knew what he was looking at, but something in his eyes stood out to me; there was something different in them. They looked…morose. My head tilted to the side to get a better view of his face. His hand wandered down from my cheek to my lap while his body slumped down a bit, using the chair as support. My focus remained on Lecter; his head was slowly slumping down until he was staring at the floor.
He shook his head, "They shouldn't have been there."
I listened to Lecter's voice; it was torn between the feelings of rage and defeat.
He gritted his teeth, "Those damn kids and his-" Lecter arose from the floor and unexpectedly thrashed at the desk. I jolted up in surprise and saw Lecter repeatedly thrash his fists against the desk. The commotion Lecter was making made my nerves panic, I got up from the recliner and stepped back from Lecter. I instinctively covered my ears to avoid the loud clamor. It wasn't until a minute passed that Lecter stopped, breathing exhaustively, his shoulders rising up stiffly. He remained over the desk, his back to me. I removed my hands slowly from my ears and blinked. I didn't know what to do; the clock said 7:45pm. I started towards Lecter, picking up the Lynch photo. Dr. Lynch, his wife and two sons. They looked like a loving family. I stood behind Lecter; his muscles tensed harshly against his shirts fabric.
"Dr. Lecter..."
He didn't respond.
"Tell me!" I yelled at him.
He turned his head around to look at me.
I clenched my fists, tell me.
He gave me a glare, "You are so aggravatingly persistent Harper."
I stepped closer to him, "I know doctor, so save yourself some time and tell me." Dr. Lecter circled around and reached out to grab me, but my words cut him off, "Just admit it to yourself,"
His hand stopped midway, he looked at me curiously.
I continued, "That this, whatever it maybe, didn't go right." His hand retreated back to his side.
I can't describe Dr. Lecter's stare. Some might say it's sinister, or even deceptive.
I mouthed the word 'please' to him.

I say it's alluring.

A/N: Yep, we are going to see why Lecter's acting so weird. So I hope this wasn't a bad chapter for you guys, please R&R to tell me how you feel and etc. I need to please you all as well. Another big THANK YOU for MajorBachman, my intelligent friend. I hope the next update won't take to long, but I'm going back to school tomorrow (those bastards) so no promises (sorry). Stay tuned.