Well..here it is. Chapter four in this really lame story. Once again, thanks tons for the nice reviews! Enjoy! c.
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Several days had passed since Clarice's fateful encounter with Dr. Lecter. She wondered what had happened to Crawford. She knew he was dead, but what had Lecter done with Crawford?
Well, Starling, he's a cannibal. What do you THINK he did?
The very thought of Lecter actually eating Jack Crawford was enough to make her sick. She really did love Crawford. He'd been so good to her, and after all she'd been through, she was grateful. Clarice decided not to think about that anymore. She hadn't slept well at all the past few nights. She'd drift off and wake several minutes later with a start, breathing heavily. She needed closure. Every walk to the mailbox was a trip through hell for her. As she'd reach for the mail, her hands would tremble. But every time, she'd be disappointed at what she found. No letter. No phone call. No nothing. Honestly, sometimes she hated that man.
She had taken off work for a week, realizing that she desperately needed some time off. She hadn't done much, just straightened up her home. It was today that Clarice decided she needed to take a shopping trip. After all, how many times did she treat herself to something nice? She headed to her bedroom to get dressed. Every time Clarice climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she couldn't help but remember that night. She picked up the remote and flicked on the small TV that sat on a table in the corner of her room.
Hm. Local news. Wonder what's so interesting....
She usually watched the news with little interest, only paying attention to things that were interesting to her. A news anchor was talking rapidly about something, and Clarice strained to hear from her adjoining bathroom "...Jack Crawford was foud at his home three nights ago in critical condition." Clarice walked out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom to hear the TV better. "Authorities are not releasing the details of Mr. Crawford's injuries at this point, but we will keep you updated as they become available." The reporter went on to tell what hospitial Crawford was at, and so on. Clarice flicked off the TV.
Gosh, I hope he makes it.
After Clarice had dressed, she walked to her dresser to pick some jewelry to complete her outfit. She'd just recently began wearing makeup again and she couldn't explain exactly why, though she had a good idea. She opened her jewelry box and sifted through all of the cheap thing she owned. Not one real stone. As she reached the bottom, she found a small box. Memories came flooding back to her as she opened it. The diamond and ruby earrings Lecter had given her were inside. Clarice knew that these would complete her outfit and put them on. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't cry. She smiled to herself as she scolded, "Don't make your eye makeup run."
Clarice plucked her purse from the table by her door, and after examining herself in the mirror one last time, she hurried down the stairs. She turned off the lights and walked out the door. "What a nice day," she said to herself. And it was. The sun was shining brightly in the morning sky. For a moment, it reminded Clarice of her father. How she used to be so happy on sunny days, because it meant that she and Daddy would go and do something outside.
Clarice pulled her keys from her purse and got into her car, ready for a full day of shopping. As she pulled out of her driveway, she didn't notice the black luxury car that exited a neighboring driveway.
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Several days had passed since Clarice's fateful encounter with Dr. Lecter. She wondered what had happened to Crawford. She knew he was dead, but what had Lecter done with Crawford?
Well, Starling, he's a cannibal. What do you THINK he did?
The very thought of Lecter actually eating Jack Crawford was enough to make her sick. She really did love Crawford. He'd been so good to her, and after all she'd been through, she was grateful. Clarice decided not to think about that anymore. She hadn't slept well at all the past few nights. She'd drift off and wake several minutes later with a start, breathing heavily. She needed closure. Every walk to the mailbox was a trip through hell for her. As she'd reach for the mail, her hands would tremble. But every time, she'd be disappointed at what she found. No letter. No phone call. No nothing. Honestly, sometimes she hated that man.
She had taken off work for a week, realizing that she desperately needed some time off. She hadn't done much, just straightened up her home. It was today that Clarice decided she needed to take a shopping trip. After all, how many times did she treat herself to something nice? She headed to her bedroom to get dressed. Every time Clarice climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she couldn't help but remember that night. She picked up the remote and flicked on the small TV that sat on a table in the corner of her room.
Hm. Local news. Wonder what's so interesting....
She usually watched the news with little interest, only paying attention to things that were interesting to her. A news anchor was talking rapidly about something, and Clarice strained to hear from her adjoining bathroom "...Jack Crawford was foud at his home three nights ago in critical condition." Clarice walked out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom to hear the TV better. "Authorities are not releasing the details of Mr. Crawford's injuries at this point, but we will keep you updated as they become available." The reporter went on to tell what hospitial Crawford was at, and so on. Clarice flicked off the TV.
Gosh, I hope he makes it.
After Clarice had dressed, she walked to her dresser to pick some jewelry to complete her outfit. She'd just recently began wearing makeup again and she couldn't explain exactly why, though she had a good idea. She opened her jewelry box and sifted through all of the cheap thing she owned. Not one real stone. As she reached the bottom, she found a small box. Memories came flooding back to her as she opened it. The diamond and ruby earrings Lecter had given her were inside. Clarice knew that these would complete her outfit and put them on. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't cry. She smiled to herself as she scolded, "Don't make your eye makeup run."
Clarice plucked her purse from the table by her door, and after examining herself in the mirror one last time, she hurried down the stairs. She turned off the lights and walked out the door. "What a nice day," she said to herself. And it was. The sun was shining brightly in the morning sky. For a moment, it reminded Clarice of her father. How she used to be so happy on sunny days, because it meant that she and Daddy would go and do something outside.
Clarice pulled her keys from her purse and got into her car, ready for a full day of shopping. As she pulled out of her driveway, she didn't notice the black luxury car that exited a neighboring driveway.