8. You were my strength when I was weak
It was a normal Monday afternoon. Starling had just arrived back from work (She was a kindergard teacher, something she always wanted to do.). Lecter was at his practice downtown. Young Mischa was making her way home from school. I was just day, just an ordinary day.
For Abby Mansfield, it was the start of revenge.
Abby, Ken, and Richard were sitting in the comfortable seats of their X-type Jag; Abby in the driver, Ken next to her, and Richard in the back. Richard sipped on his Big Gulp from a 7-11 they had passed as Ken continued reading his Men's Health magazine. Abby took a sip of her iced capachino as she watched the streets below.
Between them sat a photo of Mischa, dark red hair flowing in the wind.
Mischa Lecter wasn't suspecting anything as she walked. It was a boring day at school, as usual. She was too smart to be in most of the classes she was. Jenny, her best friend, had been absent. Then again, she was aware that all her life with her friends was a lie; there were so many things had to keep secret, so many things that she couldn't even tell Jenny or any of her other close friends. At least not until her parents were gone, but she didn't want to think about that day.
She was wearing tight, black, velvet bellbottoms with a white tank top that had "Daddy's Girl" on it, written sideways across a "21". Her backpack was swung over her back, her purse on her right shoulder. Her long hair was down, flowing over the backpack.
She walked in a slow stride down the block, She could see the sign for "Malway" in the distance; Her street.
As she turned the corner, she walked across the street to their small, yet beautifully and expensively, decorated house.
Abby perked as she saw the red hair at the end of the street. She smacked Ken who dropped his magazine with a "Ow!" and thumped Richard's coke, he cried out in protest. She pointed low, under the steering wheel, as they watched the door be opened by none other than Clarice Starling.
Abby laughed. "It's them! It's really them!"
It was a normal Monday afternoon. Starling had just arrived back from work (She was a kindergard teacher, something she always wanted to do.). Lecter was at his practice downtown. Young Mischa was making her way home from school. I was just day, just an ordinary day.
For Abby Mansfield, it was the start of revenge.
Abby, Ken, and Richard were sitting in the comfortable seats of their X-type Jag; Abby in the driver, Ken next to her, and Richard in the back. Richard sipped on his Big Gulp from a 7-11 they had passed as Ken continued reading his Men's Health magazine. Abby took a sip of her iced capachino as she watched the streets below.
Between them sat a photo of Mischa, dark red hair flowing in the wind.
Mischa Lecter wasn't suspecting anything as she walked. It was a boring day at school, as usual. She was too smart to be in most of the classes she was. Jenny, her best friend, had been absent. Then again, she was aware that all her life with her friends was a lie; there were so many things had to keep secret, so many things that she couldn't even tell Jenny or any of her other close friends. At least not until her parents were gone, but she didn't want to think about that day.
She was wearing tight, black, velvet bellbottoms with a white tank top that had "Daddy's Girl" on it, written sideways across a "21". Her backpack was swung over her back, her purse on her right shoulder. Her long hair was down, flowing over the backpack.
She walked in a slow stride down the block, She could see the sign for "Malway" in the distance; Her street.
As she turned the corner, she walked across the street to their small, yet beautifully and expensively, decorated house.
Abby perked as she saw the red hair at the end of the street. She smacked Ken who dropped his magazine with a "Ow!" and thumped Richard's coke, he cried out in protest. She pointed low, under the steering wheel, as they watched the door be opened by none other than Clarice Starling.
Abby laughed. "It's them! It's really them!"