Oh my god! I'm finally putting out another chapter! Yes! No more writers block for a while...I'm so happy!!! PLEASE review this one...My reward , ya know? LOL. Anyway , I haven't had a disclaimer in forever...
The characters and setting depicted in "The Artemis In Apollo" are not by far the creations of this lowly fanfic writer (Ms.Memor Sol Solis) and infact is being hogged by the extremely talented proffessional (cue excessive "oooh...." ing off stage.) writer , Thomas Harris.
On a side note Ms. Memor Sol Solis would like to note that Mr. Harris is being extremely rude by hogging such delightful character all to himself and Mr. Harris should really learn to share , like a good little boy.
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Chapter Eight - Four hours left on flight
Jeffrey Glen Bronsen sighed , steering a look back towards the door of coach for a second before turning to the large man next to him.
"Herald ," he hissed , prodding the man in the beefy arm with a finger.
Herald , who had had his head reclined back and was snoring faintly , jumped and grabbed for Jeffrey's arm , nearly twisting it off subconciously before dropping it and stretching.
"Yeah , what?" He remarked , ignoring the rude look from a flight attendant who had near been knocked over as his arm reached out.
"I'm going to check on the Lecter's , alright? Are you capable enough to stay awake with the others while I'm gone? Or should I assign a baby sitter?" Jeffrey drawled slightly , putting his mid-west-american accent to full throttle.
Herald smiled toothily , sarcasm , and shook his head.
"No , Jeffrey , Im a big boy. I can take care of myself." He toyed with the nerves of his "companion" before turning away and diverting his gaze to the other man who sat across the cabin , watching them out of the corner of his eye. The other nodded once and fingered the button of his jacket as he turned around to face his seat once more.
Jeffrey watched as Herald returned to comfort in his seat again before he slid from his own, over Herald's feet that protruded onto the back of the seat in front of him , and at last into the aisle.
He composed himself there , pushing his hair behind his ears and straightening the light jacket he wore , before continuing back towards the lavatories to coach.
"Excuse me , Miss." Jeffrey muttered , head bowed as he siddled past a flight attendant on his way to coach. Looking down he caught a rather ugly view of the purplish carpet and made a mental note to buy his own , personalized jet with the money.
Oh yes. The money. His little Athena...he really must fine tune that plan.
A nudge through the short line that stood outside of the men's lavatory was all it took to make it inside coach. Funny , he thought , how it's almost impossible to get into first class but anyone can walk into coach.
Funny , yes , but terribly boring. He reminded himself and quickly came back to the task at hand. Looking off down the row , Jeffrey noted that Athena was apparently making an attempt to sleep , the comfort of many hours assuring her that it would be safe to rest , and the Lecter's were still "asleep".
Jeffrey cocked his head to the side slightly in thought. How could any normal person sleep so long or so soundly on any flight...? He almost laughed at himself. Normal people couldn't , But Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling could.
He smirked and trekked down the narrow aisle , stopping at Athena's seat. Naturally , the seat next to her was empty so he slid in carefully ,noting with amusement as she immediately tensed and cringed.
"Athena." Jeffrey muttered , fingers brushing over her wrist.
She jerked it from his touch and opened her eyes , jumping to attention.Athena composed herself for the most part and stared at the seat in front of her , eyes dancing in that fear.
"Athena ," He continued, "You fear me but you would protect men like Hannibal Lecter? Cold blooded killers?"
A slow smile began to creep over his morbid , meditteranian like features , and he continued with an air of satisfaction leaking into every word.
"I know you will not speak to me , but I am eager to know...How much money is it that Lecter possesses?"
Athena turned her head to him slowly , confusion spreading.
"How much money? Why do you think I know?" Her voice wavered just slightly
Jeffrey shrugged , his casual air never falling this time. "You live with him , he's been providing for you , surely you know?"
"No." she stated confidently
"Ah , not even a rought estimate? Let's say...three million?"
"No." Athena repeated , shaking her head.
Jeffrey smiled at her bold act and took her chin in his hand. She jumped somewhat and he directed her gaze towards the front of coach.
"You see there , Athena?" He whispered in her ear as she quivered,"Do you see that couple at the front of the section? Do you see the woman with that purse? What do you suppose is in that rather large purse?"
"You wouldn't dare." Athena stated , watching the woman carefully. "You would be arrested...you know it."
Jeffrey shurgged "I might , but I do know that there are six armed men and women ont his flight who can pilot this plane and wouldn't mind killing a few people along the way. I'm not worried."
"No ," Athena agreed , very much like a worm on a hook would agree to a game of poker wih the fish. "I don't suppose you should."
"Mmhmm," Jeffrey nodded , pleased , and released her chin , leaning back in the seat
"Relax , Athena , no harm will come while you still obey me."
She took a deep , calming breath and relaxed. Or tried to , for that matter. It was a bit of a challenging situation , you know , to relax right about now. But that was understandable , as you can tell.
Ten minutes left in flight.
Athena was startled from her dreams of plane crashes , parachuting nazis , all the wonders of this world when a hand took her shoulder , shaking her to conciousness.
She jumped to attention , smacking away the hand in fear it was that Bronsen person , only to receive a small squeal from the girl next to her.
"Hey! I was just trying to wake you up!" She persisted , small english accent whining at her from underneath a pile of curly , braided chocolate hair. Her african english skin glowed in the morning sunlight that was streaming from the windows of the flight craft , and Athena squinted somewhat to see the people packing things away and preparing for landing.
"Oh , is it time to land?" she remarked sleepily
Her mind then started to race , catching up to all of the previous moments , and Athena's eyes widened as she jerked around to the back of the plane. Hannibal was settling into his seat while Clarice stretched slightly , and then caught her eyes.
"Hannibal," Athena saw her mutter , tapping Lecter's shoulder as he adjusted his seat belt.
He looked up to her and held her gaze steady for a moment before winking and turning back to the seat belt as if nothing had happenned. Clarice was looking worried , and turned to Hannibal to speak quietly for a moment , before Athena saw him smile and squeaze her hand.
"Ladies and Gentleman , this is your captain , we hope you have enjoyed your flight on Brittish Airlines , we will be landing in Heathrow Airport , London shortly. Please wrap up all activities and return to your seats at this moment. Once again , Thank you for choosing Brittish Airlines , more seat for your money."
The captain came over on the speakers , and Athena was surprised at the quality of his speech , but left a minute to think over the motto at the end. She didn't really understand it...but that was fairly normal. Oh well.
Athena readjusted her seatbelt and leaned back as the little girls next to her began to chatter excitedly.
Within moments , a soft bump notified them that they had indeed landed , and Athena mentally kissed the ground and thanked every god above. At least they were on the ground , not thirty thousand feet in the air. And that was a good thing.
As the plane taxied into it's official spot , tension grew inside of her. She hoped Lecter would do something about Bronsen...if the Lecter's were harmed she was sure all hell would break loose. Besides...she had always wanted to live in London.
People rose about her and she fought a very worthy battle with her seat belt before rising with them. Immediately , a hand grasped at her Elbow and Athena was steared down the asile by a strong arm. The hands were soft , she noticed , and was reassured that it was Lecter as they made a quick escape.
"No bags , we can get out of here quick enough to wait for that man." He muttered
They pushed through first class and were to the door of the plane just as Flight Attendants were opening it. A second of waiting was all it took and then they were off of the plane , onto the faded carpet of the tunnel.
"At last , off that metal death trap." Clarice muttered from behind.
Athena had the strong suspicion Doctor Lecter would of laughed or made a snide remark to this , but he didn't and she supposed that this was due to the seriousness of the situation.
"Come on ," He spoke gently as they emerged from the long tunnel into a terminal. The airport was vast and brightly decorated , giving it a roomy look even as people milled about.
Athena looked back to the tunnel as people poured out and got a small glimpse of the face of Bronsen before Hannibal jerked her rather roughly away and hurried to a very convenient broom closet along the wall of the terminal.
Nudging a small fleet of vaccuums to the other corner of the closet , he ushered Clarice and Athena inside as he jumped in and left the door open a crack.
"Alright , you girls stay here , don't move , and i'll be right back to take you all out to the parking lot momentarily , alright? Alright."
He pulled the harpy from the inside of his sleeve and a ghost of a smile flitted across his face as he leaned over to give Clarice a small kiss before slipping from the closet.
The characters and setting depicted in "The Artemis In Apollo" are not by far the creations of this lowly fanfic writer (Ms.Memor Sol Solis) and infact is being hogged by the extremely talented proffessional (cue excessive "oooh...." ing off stage.) writer , Thomas Harris.
On a side note Ms. Memor Sol Solis would like to note that Mr. Harris is being extremely rude by hogging such delightful character all to himself and Mr. Harris should really learn to share , like a good little boy.
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Chapter Eight - Four hours left on flight
Jeffrey Glen Bronsen sighed , steering a look back towards the door of coach for a second before turning to the large man next to him.
"Herald ," he hissed , prodding the man in the beefy arm with a finger.
Herald , who had had his head reclined back and was snoring faintly , jumped and grabbed for Jeffrey's arm , nearly twisting it off subconciously before dropping it and stretching.
"Yeah , what?" He remarked , ignoring the rude look from a flight attendant who had near been knocked over as his arm reached out.
"I'm going to check on the Lecter's , alright? Are you capable enough to stay awake with the others while I'm gone? Or should I assign a baby sitter?" Jeffrey drawled slightly , putting his mid-west-american accent to full throttle.
Herald smiled toothily , sarcasm , and shook his head.
"No , Jeffrey , Im a big boy. I can take care of myself." He toyed with the nerves of his "companion" before turning away and diverting his gaze to the other man who sat across the cabin , watching them out of the corner of his eye. The other nodded once and fingered the button of his jacket as he turned around to face his seat once more.
Jeffrey watched as Herald returned to comfort in his seat again before he slid from his own, over Herald's feet that protruded onto the back of the seat in front of him , and at last into the aisle.
He composed himself there , pushing his hair behind his ears and straightening the light jacket he wore , before continuing back towards the lavatories to coach.
"Excuse me , Miss." Jeffrey muttered , head bowed as he siddled past a flight attendant on his way to coach. Looking down he caught a rather ugly view of the purplish carpet and made a mental note to buy his own , personalized jet with the money.
Oh yes. The money. His little Athena...he really must fine tune that plan.
A nudge through the short line that stood outside of the men's lavatory was all it took to make it inside coach. Funny , he thought , how it's almost impossible to get into first class but anyone can walk into coach.
Funny , yes , but terribly boring. He reminded himself and quickly came back to the task at hand. Looking off down the row , Jeffrey noted that Athena was apparently making an attempt to sleep , the comfort of many hours assuring her that it would be safe to rest , and the Lecter's were still "asleep".
Jeffrey cocked his head to the side slightly in thought. How could any normal person sleep so long or so soundly on any flight...? He almost laughed at himself. Normal people couldn't , But Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling could.
He smirked and trekked down the narrow aisle , stopping at Athena's seat. Naturally , the seat next to her was empty so he slid in carefully ,noting with amusement as she immediately tensed and cringed.
"Athena." Jeffrey muttered , fingers brushing over her wrist.
She jerked it from his touch and opened her eyes , jumping to attention.Athena composed herself for the most part and stared at the seat in front of her , eyes dancing in that fear.
"Athena ," He continued, "You fear me but you would protect men like Hannibal Lecter? Cold blooded killers?"
A slow smile began to creep over his morbid , meditteranian like features , and he continued with an air of satisfaction leaking into every word.
"I know you will not speak to me , but I am eager to know...How much money is it that Lecter possesses?"
Athena turned her head to him slowly , confusion spreading.
"How much money? Why do you think I know?" Her voice wavered just slightly
Jeffrey shrugged , his casual air never falling this time. "You live with him , he's been providing for you , surely you know?"
"No." she stated confidently
"Ah , not even a rought estimate? Let's say...three million?"
"No." Athena repeated , shaking her head.
Jeffrey smiled at her bold act and took her chin in his hand. She jumped somewhat and he directed her gaze towards the front of coach.
"You see there , Athena?" He whispered in her ear as she quivered,"Do you see that couple at the front of the section? Do you see the woman with that purse? What do you suppose is in that rather large purse?"
"You wouldn't dare." Athena stated , watching the woman carefully. "You would be arrested...you know it."
Jeffrey shurgged "I might , but I do know that there are six armed men and women ont his flight who can pilot this plane and wouldn't mind killing a few people along the way. I'm not worried."
"No ," Athena agreed , very much like a worm on a hook would agree to a game of poker wih the fish. "I don't suppose you should."
"Mmhmm," Jeffrey nodded , pleased , and released her chin , leaning back in the seat
"Relax , Athena , no harm will come while you still obey me."
She took a deep , calming breath and relaxed. Or tried to , for that matter. It was a bit of a challenging situation , you know , to relax right about now. But that was understandable , as you can tell.
Ten minutes left in flight.
Athena was startled from her dreams of plane crashes , parachuting nazis , all the wonders of this world when a hand took her shoulder , shaking her to conciousness.
She jumped to attention , smacking away the hand in fear it was that Bronsen person , only to receive a small squeal from the girl next to her.
"Hey! I was just trying to wake you up!" She persisted , small english accent whining at her from underneath a pile of curly , braided chocolate hair. Her african english skin glowed in the morning sunlight that was streaming from the windows of the flight craft , and Athena squinted somewhat to see the people packing things away and preparing for landing.
"Oh , is it time to land?" she remarked sleepily
Her mind then started to race , catching up to all of the previous moments , and Athena's eyes widened as she jerked around to the back of the plane. Hannibal was settling into his seat while Clarice stretched slightly , and then caught her eyes.
"Hannibal," Athena saw her mutter , tapping Lecter's shoulder as he adjusted his seat belt.
He looked up to her and held her gaze steady for a moment before winking and turning back to the seat belt as if nothing had happenned. Clarice was looking worried , and turned to Hannibal to speak quietly for a moment , before Athena saw him smile and squeaze her hand.
"Ladies and Gentleman , this is your captain , we hope you have enjoyed your flight on Brittish Airlines , we will be landing in Heathrow Airport , London shortly. Please wrap up all activities and return to your seats at this moment. Once again , Thank you for choosing Brittish Airlines , more seat for your money."
The captain came over on the speakers , and Athena was surprised at the quality of his speech , but left a minute to think over the motto at the end. She didn't really understand it...but that was fairly normal. Oh well.
Athena readjusted her seatbelt and leaned back as the little girls next to her began to chatter excitedly.
Within moments , a soft bump notified them that they had indeed landed , and Athena mentally kissed the ground and thanked every god above. At least they were on the ground , not thirty thousand feet in the air. And that was a good thing.
As the plane taxied into it's official spot , tension grew inside of her. She hoped Lecter would do something about Bronsen...if the Lecter's were harmed she was sure all hell would break loose. Besides...she had always wanted to live in London.
People rose about her and she fought a very worthy battle with her seat belt before rising with them. Immediately , a hand grasped at her Elbow and Athena was steared down the asile by a strong arm. The hands were soft , she noticed , and was reassured that it was Lecter as they made a quick escape.
"No bags , we can get out of here quick enough to wait for that man." He muttered
They pushed through first class and were to the door of the plane just as Flight Attendants were opening it. A second of waiting was all it took and then they were off of the plane , onto the faded carpet of the tunnel.
"At last , off that metal death trap." Clarice muttered from behind.
Athena had the strong suspicion Doctor Lecter would of laughed or made a snide remark to this , but he didn't and she supposed that this was due to the seriousness of the situation.
"Come on ," He spoke gently as they emerged from the long tunnel into a terminal. The airport was vast and brightly decorated , giving it a roomy look even as people milled about.
Athena looked back to the tunnel as people poured out and got a small glimpse of the face of Bronsen before Hannibal jerked her rather roughly away and hurried to a very convenient broom closet along the wall of the terminal.
Nudging a small fleet of vaccuums to the other corner of the closet , he ushered Clarice and Athena inside as he jumped in and left the door open a crack.
"Alright , you girls stay here , don't move , and i'll be right back to take you all out to the parking lot momentarily , alright? Alright."
He pulled the harpy from the inside of his sleeve and a ghost of a smile flitted across his face as he leaned over to give Clarice a small kiss before slipping from the closet.