Introducing, another chapter, by the well known and respected Hannibal fic writer....
Kim, The Manipaltive Little Mo!
Chapter 2
Clarice Starling was tired of living her life by the rules that had been
strangled on her by the FBI. Well, after today the rules wouldn't apply. Slow
steps took her through the train station, careful to be certain that she
wasn't being followed. But Clarice had vanished.
In her place was a dirty clothed, foul-mouth teenage boy who chewed gum
and smelled like cigarettes, his hair pulled back into a hat and his eyes
covered with cheap Extreme green sunglasses. The kid had quick deft hands
which randomly reached into a business man's pocket, her fingers safe in
biker gloves.
She bowed her head silently, as if asking her father's forgiveness.
'Daddy, I know you hate thief's, but they have given me no choice, please
forgive me." Over and over it was given as she moved to a pay phone and put
the quater and dime in. Buttons were pressed with those gloves as she spoke
in a disguised male voice. Being in an orphanage was good for something.
"Memphis.... I'd like the number for the National Tattler's personal
ads..." She waited and the number was committed to memory as she moved away
from the phone she had just used. Another bank of them, and ten minutes later
she had the number dialed.
The wallet was opened and the Visa card was pulled out, a small smile
strewn across her lips. The phone rang and she prayed not to be put on hold,
she didn't think she could handle it if she was. One ring, two, three. And
finally a false cheerful voice on the other end of the plastic appeared, her
voice already setting Clarice's pearly whites on edge.
"National Tatter personals, the world wants to know."
Again that electronic voice changer was added to her hand and cupped
around the phone, "I'd like to place an add to be run in Monday's edition. I
would like it to read, AA Aaron,
- Life is so meaningless without the challenge of a good game. Escpailly if
the players are willing and on equal footing. The Lambs maybe screaming but
the law is quiet. You know where to find me,
Hannah. "
She waited as the words were read back to her and the stolen credit card
number was read off. A smile was given as the order went through then she
left the wallet on a phone, knowing someone else would pick it up. She
couldn't be traced. Not this time.
That night she sat out on her back patio as the stars were coming out,
sipping the glass of wine that had been well chilled. The glass was raised
slowly as she looked at the clock. "One more game, Dr. Lecter. One more were
there are no more losers."
Auggh! The suspence!!!
The next chapter is being written by another member of the game. Check back frequently for the third chapter!