'At The End of the Game'
Part Four: A New Rulebook
Had any other agent, as well trained as Clarice Starling herself, paid attention to the situation at hand, it would be highly possible that the two bodies embarking the far side of the bank of the Chesapeake would have been sited. After 5 minutes of intensive searching, it was found, that neither Dr. Hannibal Lecter nor Clarice Starling was in the vicinity. A brief call to Clint Pearsall found 12 agents setting up roadblocks and floating APB's for the whole state in the next 24 hours. The Bureau was determined to remove this stain from their honour for the last time. Pearsall would quote it himself.
On the other side of the bank, Dr. Lecter gently pulled Clarice's unconscious body from the water, and rested them both behind a large bush. After checking her pulse and heartbeat for the fifth time, he had convinced himself that she had suffered from asphyxiation and the dual effect of morphine still floating through her veins.
Now satisfied that she would make a healthy recovery sometime soon, he took a few moments to regain his composure and carefully plan his escape route.
Being the calculating man he was, Dr.Lecter had already accounted for this evening's accommodation and travel. He had not however, been expecting the extra weight of Former Agent Starling in his arms. Not that he was complaining about the current turn of events.
Once he had her in a safe, comfortable hold, he made his way along the edges of the bank, carefully camouflaging himself within the protection Mother Nature so kindly provided.
After repeatedly walking several circuits, Dr.Lecter, knowing that forensics would be onto his foot track and scent, headed south, in the direction of the van he had placed earlier that afternoon.
The air was thick, as he inhaled several scents could be detected in the air. Mud and vegetation the most dominant, yet it was sweetened with the cleansing musk of Clarice Starling. The aroma voyaged from his enigmatic queen into his expanded nostrils.
Her image seemed much the same as when he carried her out of Masons barn, though now she was dressed far more to his predilection. He muttered amusingly to himself as he considered how she would have reacted when she woke up in this splendid little number. Several expressions painted themselves in his mind, the first being complete disgust, they both new that his selection had been solely for his benefit. Or perhaps she had been embarrassed, he preferred to think that. To have seen a slight pink tinge to her cheeks as she realised that he would have seen her completely, without any of her little masculine clothes to hide her feminine physique. That thought pleased him indeed, the unyielding Clarice flustered by such candid modesty.
The journey continued another 15 minuted before he reached the dark van. After gently laying Clarice across the backseat and handcuffing one of her arms to the door handle, Dr. Lecter made a hasty exit, avoiding central highways, and taking the science route to a generous size cabin he had rented quite a few years back.
When he felt their position to be secure, Dr Lecter raised his head to the rear-view mirror and watched Starling as she stared began the struggle of sleep battling consciousness.
After three half rolls and a disgruntled sigh, Clarice hesitantly slid open her eyes and took in her surroundings.
Leather, windows and a roof light.
She inhaled sharply as her line of vision met a pair of intensely piercing maroon eyes in the driver's mirror. At the recognition of Hannibal Lecter, Clarice fought to sit upright. She found herself bound, by her own handcuffs to the door handle. She growled with irritation and felt her hip for the key. Obviously it was not where she had left it, but then again, she hadn't expected it to be there at all.
She held his gaze as her thoughts processed like paint through a sifter. He'd known where the key had been the whole time. Hell he's probably even seen the metallic impression through her dress as soon as she'd entered the dinning room.
But why? She couldn't imagine why he would sacrifice what he had. His freedom was his life, she had expected the worst, and even hoped for it. She need to vent her aguish on physical pain, tonight he had the opportunity, and still he disregarded it and left the decision making with her.
Why?
Her recollections we're interrupted.
" How terribly exhilarating it is to see Clarice Starling wake from a self-induced slumber" Tingles surged her fingertips as he broke an unregistered silence.
Still slightly dazed, Clarice made her best attempt to reply.
" I hardly consider these latest string of events 'self-induced' Dr. Lecter." A low rumble echoed her voice ash she fought to keep control of her tone.
" Hmmm, and what would *you* call them Agent Starling? "
His manner and pace was fast, she felt the challenge and tried to keep up.
"Self-sacrificial" Short, frank, and completely honest.
His eyes danced over her body, still wet, her hair clung to her face as he met her eyes to be reassured of her forthrightness.
" Ahh, just the answer I was hoping for,"
His eyes left hers and focused back on the road as the van made a left exit off a dirt track that Clarice could only guess was miles from the hell they'd left behind.
Clarice's eyes widen at his last couple of words. In one sentence, Hannibal Lecter had left al the rules to drown in the Chesapeake. This game was being created on the drawing board, with Clarice and Dr. Lecter as it's only illustrators.
I couldn't help myself, anxiety is an addiction.
Part 5 coming soon.
Part Four: A New Rulebook
Had any other agent, as well trained as Clarice Starling herself, paid attention to the situation at hand, it would be highly possible that the two bodies embarking the far side of the bank of the Chesapeake would have been sited. After 5 minutes of intensive searching, it was found, that neither Dr. Hannibal Lecter nor Clarice Starling was in the vicinity. A brief call to Clint Pearsall found 12 agents setting up roadblocks and floating APB's for the whole state in the next 24 hours. The Bureau was determined to remove this stain from their honour for the last time. Pearsall would quote it himself.
On the other side of the bank, Dr. Lecter gently pulled Clarice's unconscious body from the water, and rested them both behind a large bush. After checking her pulse and heartbeat for the fifth time, he had convinced himself that she had suffered from asphyxiation and the dual effect of morphine still floating through her veins.
Now satisfied that she would make a healthy recovery sometime soon, he took a few moments to regain his composure and carefully plan his escape route.
Being the calculating man he was, Dr.Lecter had already accounted for this evening's accommodation and travel. He had not however, been expecting the extra weight of Former Agent Starling in his arms. Not that he was complaining about the current turn of events.
Once he had her in a safe, comfortable hold, he made his way along the edges of the bank, carefully camouflaging himself within the protection Mother Nature so kindly provided.
After repeatedly walking several circuits, Dr.Lecter, knowing that forensics would be onto his foot track and scent, headed south, in the direction of the van he had placed earlier that afternoon.
The air was thick, as he inhaled several scents could be detected in the air. Mud and vegetation the most dominant, yet it was sweetened with the cleansing musk of Clarice Starling. The aroma voyaged from his enigmatic queen into his expanded nostrils.
Her image seemed much the same as when he carried her out of Masons barn, though now she was dressed far more to his predilection. He muttered amusingly to himself as he considered how she would have reacted when she woke up in this splendid little number. Several expressions painted themselves in his mind, the first being complete disgust, they both new that his selection had been solely for his benefit. Or perhaps she had been embarrassed, he preferred to think that. To have seen a slight pink tinge to her cheeks as she realised that he would have seen her completely, without any of her little masculine clothes to hide her feminine physique. That thought pleased him indeed, the unyielding Clarice flustered by such candid modesty.
The journey continued another 15 minuted before he reached the dark van. After gently laying Clarice across the backseat and handcuffing one of her arms to the door handle, Dr. Lecter made a hasty exit, avoiding central highways, and taking the science route to a generous size cabin he had rented quite a few years back.
When he felt their position to be secure, Dr Lecter raised his head to the rear-view mirror and watched Starling as she stared began the struggle of sleep battling consciousness.
After three half rolls and a disgruntled sigh, Clarice hesitantly slid open her eyes and took in her surroundings.
Leather, windows and a roof light.
She inhaled sharply as her line of vision met a pair of intensely piercing maroon eyes in the driver's mirror. At the recognition of Hannibal Lecter, Clarice fought to sit upright. She found herself bound, by her own handcuffs to the door handle. She growled with irritation and felt her hip for the key. Obviously it was not where she had left it, but then again, she hadn't expected it to be there at all.
She held his gaze as her thoughts processed like paint through a sifter. He'd known where the key had been the whole time. Hell he's probably even seen the metallic impression through her dress as soon as she'd entered the dinning room.
But why? She couldn't imagine why he would sacrifice what he had. His freedom was his life, she had expected the worst, and even hoped for it. She need to vent her aguish on physical pain, tonight he had the opportunity, and still he disregarded it and left the decision making with her.
Why?
Her recollections we're interrupted.
" How terribly exhilarating it is to see Clarice Starling wake from a self-induced slumber" Tingles surged her fingertips as he broke an unregistered silence.
Still slightly dazed, Clarice made her best attempt to reply.
" I hardly consider these latest string of events 'self-induced' Dr. Lecter." A low rumble echoed her voice ash she fought to keep control of her tone.
" Hmmm, and what would *you* call them Agent Starling? "
His manner and pace was fast, she felt the challenge and tried to keep up.
"Self-sacrificial" Short, frank, and completely honest.
His eyes danced over her body, still wet, her hair clung to her face as he met her eyes to be reassured of her forthrightness.
" Ahh, just the answer I was hoping for,"
His eyes left hers and focused back on the road as the van made a left exit off a dirt track that Clarice could only guess was miles from the hell they'd left behind.
Clarice's eyes widen at his last couple of words. In one sentence, Hannibal Lecter had left al the rules to drown in the Chesapeake. This game was being created on the drawing board, with Clarice and Dr. Lecter as it's only illustrators.
I couldn't help myself, anxiety is an addiction.
Part 5 coming soon.