Florence

Chapter 3- A Really Bad Revelation

by MD

*disclaimer: you know i don't own them!"



A Really Bad Revelation

I looked up slowly. I was frozen with fear for a second. I wanted run away.I wanted to scream. But I couldn't. I just stood there, staring dumbly at him. Hannibal Lecter. He stared back patiently with his maroon eyes. Slowly, I snapped out of it.

"Uhhh, hi," was all I could say. A few seconds passed and then I thought I saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a small grin.

"Well are you just going to stand there? Why don't you come in. I'll get your aunt," he said, sounding amused.

I forced my legs to move. Reluctantly, as he held the door open, I walked in. He showed me to the living room and told me to sit there while he got Aunt Clarice. Then he left.
I took a deep breath. I would never get used to this, no matter how many times I might come here. I looked around the living room. I saw a piano in one corner of the room. It was a fine black-laquered grand piano. I became less disappointed. I love the piano, in fact, I love music. I've been playing the piano for five years and I also played the keyboard in my garage band. There were also some really cool statues and paintings in the room. It was very nicely decorated.


I walked over to the piano. I was going to play it while I waited for them to come back. I'm sure they wouldn't mind. So I sat down on the piano bench. I played some scales and then started to play something my band made up. I was working on figuring out some of the notes. Then, I started to play Prelude in D minor. After that, I decided to play Moonlight Sanata. I needed to practice it for a recital. I was so into playing, I didn't notice that there were two people standing behind me until I finished the song. Then, I heard an applause. Startled, I jumped off of the chair and spun around. Standing there was Dr. Lecter and at his side was my aunt, Clarice.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. "I just wanted to practice," I explained shakingly. To my surprise, Dr. Lecter didn't get angry. He smiled instead.

"Don't worry, that's quite alright. You play very well, you know," he said.

"Yes, you do," said my aunt. "I forgot that you played the piano. You're very good."

"Um, thanks," I replied. I was glad I didn't get off to a bad start. I hugged my aunt and told them what I had seen in the papers recently about them. The police were saying that they were sure that Aunt Clarice was dead by now. I was most likely, the only one living who knew where she really was.

"Have you had breakfast?" my aunt asked. "We were just about to eat breakfast. Why don't you join us?"

"Thanks, I haven't eaten since yesterday," I said thankfully. But then I instantly regretted it. I was so hungry that I forgot that I was with a cannibal. What were we gonna have? Hash browns, eggs, and human liver? But it was too late. I couldn't back out now.

Breakfast was quite good, actually. We had Belgian waffles, fruit, eggs and hashbrowns. No meat. Thank god. After breakfast, we went into the living room. We talked for a long time about what had been going on in our lives. Dr. Lecter was a very good conversationalist. Everything he said was interesting. Also, he had a great sense of humor. After a while, I didn't know whether I hated him or liked him.

After a few hours, my aunt said, "You'd better get home. You don't want you parents to get worried."

"Yes, I agree," said Dr. Lecter. "We wouldn't want them to come looking for you, now would we?" he said with an ironic smile.

I shivered. "Ok. I had a great time. See you later," I said, heading towards the door.

"Come back soon!" my aunt said. I knew I'd come back. Dr. Lecter escorted me to the door. I was just about to leave when he stopped me.

"I believe I borrowed these from you," he said. He pulled a pair of green tinted sunglassed out of his pants pocket. Wow! I remembered that I had given him those a year ago so to disguise him from my dad. He still had them.

I took the sunglasses and stuttered, "Thank you." Then, quickly, I left.


A few days later, my parents went to a party and I was able to go around by myself. So I went back to my aunt's and Dr. Lecter's house. When I got there, I found that the door was unlocked. I knocked a few times. No answer. I decided to go see what was up. I slowly opened the door and said,"Hello?" No answer. Maybe something was wrong. Or maybe they just didn't shut the door good. I was going to find out what had happened.
I walked down the hall and heard voices coming from the bedroom at the end of the hall. The door to the bedroom was opened a crack and I reconized the voices as my aunt's and Dr. Lecter's. I was just about to let them know that I was there and that their door was unlocked. But I stopped. They were talking about someone named "Paul Krendler". I remembered seeing in the papers that he had disappeared. So I stood outside of the door and listened.

"Does the thing about Paul Krendler and what we did to him still bother you?" I heard Dr. Lecter ask.

My aunt answered his question, "Not really. I mean, right after I ate him I was horrified, but now it doesn't bother me. He deserved it anyway." I couldn't beleive what I had just heard. My aunt had EATEN someone! No, I had to be mistaken. I probably just heard wrong. I knew that she'd never do that... would she?

"Actually, his sauteed brains were quite good," my aunt continued. "They were perfectly cooked."

"Thank you," said Dr. Lecter. Aunt Clarice giggled. I was in shock. I couldn't move. I felt my knees go weak and I started to get nausious. I fought to stay standing. It couldn't be. She was just as crazy as he was. I had to get out, right then. I walked slowly down the hall. Then, I heard the scraping of a chair. Someone was coming out of the room. I had to get out of there fast! So I ran out the door and slammed it behind me.


On the way home, I was so angry, that I couldn't see straight. My eyes were burning and I felt like I was going to cry, but I didn't- I was too mad. I wanted to rip someone apart. I took a deep breath to calm down. It didn't work. How could she do that! Who knows, she probably also f*cked him, too.(I tend to think in swear words when I'm mad.) Then, while I was walking quickly down the street, not going anywhere and not caring, something happened that is a little fuzzy when I try to remember it. I heard someone shout, "Get the girl!"

I spun around. Someone grabbed me and twisted me around so they were behind me. They thrust a handkerchief under my nose. Chloroform. I knew that it was probably on the handkerchief. So I held my breath. The street was isolated and when I tried to scream, I couldn't get it out because the person's hand was covering my mouth. I couldn't hold my breath much longer. I tried to struggle, but the person was too strong. I guess I must have breathed in, because a few moments later, I blacked out.




TO BE CONTINUED... Next chapter: "Lost"
copyright: md 2001