~Usual disclaimers apply. Well, this is it. The final chapter to this
portion of the story. All I can say is, you'll be mad. BUT, the sequel will
compensate for why I've done what I've done. So read on, dear ones, and
remember- I'm a twisted girl.~
Clarice Starling sat beside Doctor Hannibal Lecter on the first airplane out of the country. They where going to London for a while, but moving on to Rome as soon as they could. Hannibal rested peacefully in the seat, catching a much needed rest. They where hand in hand at the moment, her head resting on his shoulder. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at the time. But time, as it was soon to be discovered, could be very brutal.
Clarice felt something brush up against the back of her head. She moved to turn around, but a voice caught her off guard.
"Don't move, Starling."
It was the voice of Pearson. Her eyes widened slightly.
"Stand up." He ordered from behind.
She stood, and was immediately thrown to the floor of the plane. She cried out.
"Hannibal!"
His eyes snapped open, only to stare down the cold barrel of a .45. Clarice scrambled to get to her feet, but she realized she was being held down.
"Get off me!" she yelled, and tried to kick. Her feet where held down as well.
The walls of the plane started morphing oddly into thick white walls. She couldn't get up as she heard his scream. It sounded so inhumane, that she wondered if it weren't a…
Lamb… she said to herself, almost involuntarily. She heard a few gunshots, and people screaming. She saw blood spatter, almost like firecrackers against the thick white walls. Why did they seem so familiar? She felt a tiny pinch in her arm, and wiggled under the feeling. Her head started to get foggy, and then clear up instantly.
Clarice blinked. The walls where those of Seclusion, something she was use to. She was held down by forceful hands, which belonged to her roommate, Angela.
"Shh! Honey, it's ok. It was only a dream, it's all ok."
Clarice nodded. The dream had been so real, so intense.
Why hadn't it been?
She sat up with the help of Angela, looking around. The same old hospital room she was so use to after these past years surrounded her instead of Hannibal Lecter.
She had been checked into the mental institution in Baltimore after she'd had a panic attack a few years before, after her incident with Hannibal in the lake house.
Her career was more or less shot down anyway, and she needed a "rest". Delia had taken her on her own will. She had no doubt that if Hannibal was still around, he knew about her little voyage into the land of the crazy. She knew she wasn't crazy, she just needed some place to get her so-called obsession in order. Or, to more or less figure out her place in life.
"Breakfast is ready honey, want me to walk you to the caff?"
"Sure, Angela. "
"Oh, you got mail today."
Clarice's heart skipped, although she knew there wasn't a reason to have hope at all.
"Who's it from?"
"Your brother, Julian."
Clarice nodded. He'd started to care enough to become involved with her life ever since her tabloid "Emotional Breakdown thanks to Hannibal 'The Cannibal' Lecter."
No one, not even Hannibal, knew she had a brother. She never really thought about it herself.
"I love this song." Said Angela, walking over to the radio and turning it up. It was an oldie but a goodie, and Clarice smiled sadly at the words. She sang along slightly.
"Build me up, buttercup, don't break me heart."
Clarice smiled as Angela pulled her up and started dancing with her. As she spun, she turned to look out the window. Her eye was caught by a black pickup truck parked in the lot three floors down. There was someone inside, probably a new patient or a visitor. But Clarice couldn't push the familiarity away from the back of her mind.
She sighed. She knew she'd be free someday, hopefully someday soon, and she'd just have to ride it out. Clarice Starling never quit at anything, and this was an obligation. She was saving another lamb, only this time, that lamb was her.
~FIN. I know, it sucks that it wasn't real. But hey, on to the SEQUEL, right? After all, I know we're all dying to see when and HOW Clarice gets out of the hospital. And if she'll ever see the GD again. Until that time, dear ones, be patient. No pun intended. Oh, and pleasant DREAMS, by the way. ::evil smile::. C.S.~
Clarice Starling sat beside Doctor Hannibal Lecter on the first airplane out of the country. They where going to London for a while, but moving on to Rome as soon as they could. Hannibal rested peacefully in the seat, catching a much needed rest. They where hand in hand at the moment, her head resting on his shoulder. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at the time. But time, as it was soon to be discovered, could be very brutal.
Clarice felt something brush up against the back of her head. She moved to turn around, but a voice caught her off guard.
"Don't move, Starling."
It was the voice of Pearson. Her eyes widened slightly.
"Stand up." He ordered from behind.
She stood, and was immediately thrown to the floor of the plane. She cried out.
"Hannibal!"
His eyes snapped open, only to stare down the cold barrel of a .45. Clarice scrambled to get to her feet, but she realized she was being held down.
"Get off me!" she yelled, and tried to kick. Her feet where held down as well.
The walls of the plane started morphing oddly into thick white walls. She couldn't get up as she heard his scream. It sounded so inhumane, that she wondered if it weren't a…
Lamb… she said to herself, almost involuntarily. She heard a few gunshots, and people screaming. She saw blood spatter, almost like firecrackers against the thick white walls. Why did they seem so familiar? She felt a tiny pinch in her arm, and wiggled under the feeling. Her head started to get foggy, and then clear up instantly.
Clarice blinked. The walls where those of Seclusion, something she was use to. She was held down by forceful hands, which belonged to her roommate, Angela.
"Shh! Honey, it's ok. It was only a dream, it's all ok."
Clarice nodded. The dream had been so real, so intense.
Why hadn't it been?
She sat up with the help of Angela, looking around. The same old hospital room she was so use to after these past years surrounded her instead of Hannibal Lecter.
She had been checked into the mental institution in Baltimore after she'd had a panic attack a few years before, after her incident with Hannibal in the lake house.
Her career was more or less shot down anyway, and she needed a "rest". Delia had taken her on her own will. She had no doubt that if Hannibal was still around, he knew about her little voyage into the land of the crazy. She knew she wasn't crazy, she just needed some place to get her so-called obsession in order. Or, to more or less figure out her place in life.
"Breakfast is ready honey, want me to walk you to the caff?"
"Sure, Angela. "
"Oh, you got mail today."
Clarice's heart skipped, although she knew there wasn't a reason to have hope at all.
"Who's it from?"
"Your brother, Julian."
Clarice nodded. He'd started to care enough to become involved with her life ever since her tabloid "Emotional Breakdown thanks to Hannibal 'The Cannibal' Lecter."
No one, not even Hannibal, knew she had a brother. She never really thought about it herself.
"I love this song." Said Angela, walking over to the radio and turning it up. It was an oldie but a goodie, and Clarice smiled sadly at the words. She sang along slightly.
"Build me up, buttercup, don't break me heart."
Clarice smiled as Angela pulled her up and started dancing with her. As she spun, she turned to look out the window. Her eye was caught by a black pickup truck parked in the lot three floors down. There was someone inside, probably a new patient or a visitor. But Clarice couldn't push the familiarity away from the back of her mind.
She sighed. She knew she'd be free someday, hopefully someday soon, and she'd just have to ride it out. Clarice Starling never quit at anything, and this was an obligation. She was saving another lamb, only this time, that lamb was her.
~FIN. I know, it sucks that it wasn't real. But hey, on to the SEQUEL, right? After all, I know we're all dying to see when and HOW Clarice gets out of the hospital. And if she'll ever see the GD again. Until that time, dear ones, be patient. No pun intended. Oh, and pleasant DREAMS, by the way. ::evil smile::. C.S.~