disclaimer: lecter ain't mine. the lines at the beginning are by my
best friend, Blue Cerise. the title of this chapter is a song by korn.
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Smiling with a bottle of wine,
she's got a new crime
waiting for her on a red light....
-blue cerise-
We walked quickly down the hallways, our footsteps echoing hollowly in the silence of the empty Natural Sciences building. Dr. Lecter was whistling some creepy sort of music that reminded me of my grandfather, curse his eternally damned soul. He twirled a set of keys in his right hand as a pair of clean wine glasses clinked together in his left. We stopped before a door that said; "Warning: Unauthorized Personnel Keep Out." I had never been to this part of the N.S.B. before.
"Hold this for me," he said, handing me the glasses. He located the key immediately, opening the door, and stepping quietly inside. Around me I could barely make out what seemed like a large number of white sheets. He flicked on the lights. Oh man, the sheets covered a whole load of dead bodies. Jesus! I set the glasses and wine on an empty dissection table while he opened a supplies cabinet and took out two pairs of lab gowns and lightweight canvas aprons. He tossed one of each at me.
"Put them on." By now I could see where this was headed, but his question took me completely by surprise.
"Would you like to start now, or would you prefer we look for a live one, hmmmm?" Uh-oh.
I knew I was looking at a life expectancy of oh, about five seconds, tops, if I gave the wrong answer. "Doctor, you do realize I am waaaay too young to commit my first felony."
"Nonsense," he pulled on some white latex gloves. "If you're old enough to drink, you're old enough to kill…"
"We ARE talking about capital punishment, here."
"I should worry? I committed my first ones at six…"
"That does not count!" I was getting a little frantic now. Being a Lecterphile was one thing, but being a murdering Lecterphile was another. "It was in fucking World War II for Chrissakes! Nobody gives a fuck about a couple of dead soldiers!"
"Language, my dear." He warned. "And who said anything about them being soldiers?"
"Jesus." I swore under my breath.
"No, I don't believe it was Jesus. I thought you would know better than to invoke religion in my presence." He switched on the saw and let it buzz for a couple of seconds before quickly turning it off. We heard someone outside the door, trying to get in using another set of keys. I held my breath, and saw him slip out the harpy.
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sorry for now guys, but that's all i can think of at the moment as i am
experiencing a case of writers block, as well as prelims anxiety. damn.
i have to listen to the teachers in order to pass, so that means no lecterfic writing for a while. please be so kind as to r/r. feel free to suggest changes as well as plot developments. if you want to flame me, do it via e-mail, okey-dokey?
best friend, Blue Cerise. the title of this chapter is a song by korn.
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Smiling with a bottle of wine,
she's got a new crime
waiting for her on a red light....
-blue cerise-
We walked quickly down the hallways, our footsteps echoing hollowly in the silence of the empty Natural Sciences building. Dr. Lecter was whistling some creepy sort of music that reminded me of my grandfather, curse his eternally damned soul. He twirled a set of keys in his right hand as a pair of clean wine glasses clinked together in his left. We stopped before a door that said; "Warning: Unauthorized Personnel Keep Out." I had never been to this part of the N.S.B. before.
"Hold this for me," he said, handing me the glasses. He located the key immediately, opening the door, and stepping quietly inside. Around me I could barely make out what seemed like a large number of white sheets. He flicked on the lights. Oh man, the sheets covered a whole load of dead bodies. Jesus! I set the glasses and wine on an empty dissection table while he opened a supplies cabinet and took out two pairs of lab gowns and lightweight canvas aprons. He tossed one of each at me.
"Put them on." By now I could see where this was headed, but his question took me completely by surprise.
"Would you like to start now, or would you prefer we look for a live one, hmmmm?" Uh-oh.
I knew I was looking at a life expectancy of oh, about five seconds, tops, if I gave the wrong answer. "Doctor, you do realize I am waaaay too young to commit my first felony."
"Nonsense," he pulled on some white latex gloves. "If you're old enough to drink, you're old enough to kill…"
"We ARE talking about capital punishment, here."
"I should worry? I committed my first ones at six…"
"That does not count!" I was getting a little frantic now. Being a Lecterphile was one thing, but being a murdering Lecterphile was another. "It was in fucking World War II for Chrissakes! Nobody gives a fuck about a couple of dead soldiers!"
"Language, my dear." He warned. "And who said anything about them being soldiers?"
"Jesus." I swore under my breath.
"No, I don't believe it was Jesus. I thought you would know better than to invoke religion in my presence." He switched on the saw and let it buzz for a couple of seconds before quickly turning it off. We heard someone outside the door, trying to get in using another set of keys. I held my breath, and saw him slip out the harpy.
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sorry for now guys, but that's all i can think of at the moment as i am
experiencing a case of writers block, as well as prelims anxiety. damn.
i have to listen to the teachers in order to pass, so that means no lecterfic writing for a while. please be so kind as to r/r. feel free to suggest changes as well as plot developments. if you want to flame me, do it via e-mail, okey-dokey?