Chapter Four

Clarice got out of bed, and left Hannibal there to sleep. Turning onthe shower, the soft mist came out and touched her hands. Her skin tightining because it was not yet warm enough, she laughed a little, and got into the shower. Letting the water run down her back, and through her scalp, she sighed.

This was not a bad sigh let me tell you. It was a sigh of contentment.

The bathroom door opened without a sound, and the shower opened as Clarice was washing the shampoo out of her hair. Hands went around her waist, and she opened her eyes, almost startled. She looked into the familiar eyes as they showered together.

Bags packed and ready to leave to the destination Hannibal had picked out, they walked together to the car.

Time slows....

A gun shot. The familiar, horrible sound of the gun shot. The one mechine that man had to make...and use on his own people. The familiar sound of the scream and a body hitting the floor, unable to move. The familiar sound of screaming from the unhit party wh stood by and watched their loved one go down.

Who had been hit you ask....

He watched her fall to the floor, watched her scream in pain as the bullet missed him by a mere inch and hit her in the breast. Holding her and guiding her to the floor, he looked at her in misery. In astonishment. In a pain that could not be described without looking into his eyes.

"FBI! Freeze!"

Ignoring the sounds of the agents yelling his way, he held his Starling...watching her fall out of her body and into the great beyond that was not familiar to him yet. Shaking her, begging her to stay with him, he yelled out in agony.

"CLARICE! No...Clarice...don't..."

Looking into her eyes he whispered, "I...I...love you..."

Her body went limp, as she let out her last breath, unable to say anything,only able to look into his eyes one last time. He let out his pain in one single tear drop...begging for her to return to him. Getting up, still holding her, he looked at the agents.

"Shoot me."

"You are under arrest, you have the right to...."

"SHOOT ME."His begging was apparent.

The agents looked at each other confused.

"If I have to charge at you and then have you shoot me dead, so be it, but shoot me here and none of you are at risk..."

One officer came up to him slightly, "Put her down Lecter."

He looked at Clarice's dead body lying in his arms, and looked angrily at the agent.

"Do it, Shoot me."

The agent looked at him and looked at the body of the dead Ex-agent, and took up his gun and pointed it at the criminal.

He looked back at everyone, and he took the shot, shooting Lecter in the head. Watching them fall together in a rythmic motion, and landing as if they were lying next to each other after a night of passion...the agent saw what had been done.



When asked what happened to the Ex-Agent and the Criminal, it was told he killed her, and the FBI had then shot him. The truth would only be known by those who were there...and those two lovers who would never be able to enjoy the life they were supposed to have together.