I'm sorry that the last chapter was so acquired but I felt as if I needed to make the hospitals policies well known and because I have an interesting idea in mind for Dr. Chilton later on. Oh and don't worry about Todd and the others they'll come into play later on. Oh and if anybody is out of character please tell me as an opportunity to fix it would be greatly appreciated.
Chaspter7: Quid Pro Quo
After coming out of his drug induced trance Johnny rose from his bed, and sat at his table where he spent the next few hours contemplating his fate. His reverie however, was broken by a voice that addressed him from cell to his right "Good morning" Hannibal said pleasantly. "And how was your meeting with the so called doctor?" he asked quietly. "Actually I was hoping if you could answer some questions that I had about you." Johnny said determined not to fall into the same form of emotional trap Lecter had set for him last time. Lecter however, smiled and calmly replied "I will answer your little questions Johnny, but only if you are willing to give me a piece of information about yourself in exchange, yes or no." Lecter looked into Johnny's eyes and smiled slightly "Yes or no Johnny" he asked pleasantly. Reluctant but never the less intrigued Johnny nodded, but before he had a chance to ask his first question Lecter asked "What is your worst memory?" D#it Johnny thought to himself he had him, it was as if he knew what his answer would be before he gave it, Johnny fell silent as he tried to come up with another way to respond to the question in the hopes that he might throw Lecter off, or at least stump him for a few minutes. Lecter however, sensing his nervousness added "And don't tell me you can't remember one for I am sure that your memory is good enough to remember experiences that have caused you bodily harm in the hopes that you don't repeat the same action that resulted in the said incident; and don't make anything up either, I'm not interested in your
worst invention." "When I ruined my chances with Divie" Johnny answered defeated, knowing all too well that this had been the answer Lecter was hoping for. "Tell me" Lecter said quietly, bringing the tips of his fingers together so that the tips of his fingers touched and his extra middle digit folded between the pointer and ring finger on the opposite hand. "It was the best moment of my life, Johnny said getting to his feet as his temper started to simmer, and I screwed it up" he shouted angrily wringing the pare of dignity pants that he had snatched from the table in his rage. "If it was the best than why ruin it?" Lecter asked innocently, as if he were simply inquiring about the time. "You don't understand, Johnny said apparently trying to control his temper while attempting to justify his actions, I was happy and Mr. Eff; he told me to capture the moment, freeze it in time so that it would never go away". "But it did didn't it Johnny", said Lecter quietly, "and from what I've heard it ended rather messily too." His probing complete, Lecter waited patently for Johnny to ask his questions.
For a few minutes there was silence as Johnny glared at Lecter. Than after composing himself asked calmly "How is it that you know so much about me when I don't remember meeting you before in my life?" "Shocking, isn't it how the papers and tabloids remained blind to a person's actions until they involve a cultural icon." Lecter said pleasantly, as he held up a slightly rumpled copy of the National Tattler; whose front page bore a large picture of Johnny scowling under the heading NARCISSUS PROUD'S KILLER FOUND! "Surely you didn't think that such an action would go unnoticed" Lecter said lightly as he placed the tabloid on the floor so that Johnny could read the first part of the story. As he scanned it parts jumped out at him like "was loved by millions" and "what kind of F#& would do such a thing"
Fuming slightly at the remarks; Johnny asked flatly "how is it that you could rid yourself of all emotion when I've tried to on numerous occasions and failed" Lecter closed his eyes and
seemed to regard the question thoughtfully for a few minutes as if deciding whether it deserved an answer or not. Then his eyes snapped open, "Years of practice" said Lecter pleasantly as crimson sparks danced ominously in his eyes giving them an almost luminous, demonic appearance. After which he turned back to a drawing he was previously working on and refused to answer any more of Johnny's questions for the rest of the day.
