~Usual Disclaimers blah blah blah. Sorry this took a while, I was helping
Dr. Lecter with his. But he returned the favor, so here it is, chapter
four! Tada! LOL. It's kinda short, but hey, I'm sick, what'dya expect?
C.S.~
Terrible pain. Burning pain. The first two thoughts registered in Clarice Starlings mind. Am I in Hell? Am I dead?
She couldn't pinpoint the source of the pain. It seemed to be all around her. Her eyes slowly opened, her mind afraid of what she might see.
A deep breath was released from her lungs as her eyes opened and her vision blurred. She could smell something. She realized she was moving.
It smells like someone cooking on a wooden stove. Why is it so dark in here? Where IS here?
Her eyes registered tiny balls of light above her. She saw a face above her, and her heart started pounding.
I'm dead. I've been sent to Heaven for judgment. Is this God? An Angel?
She realized this Angel was carrying her. She started to move. She wasn't ready to go yet.
No. Please don't take me. I can't leave. Not yet. Please! Stop!
Why wouldn't her mouth work? She started to wiggle, trying to get out of this Angels grip. That only made the Angel hold onto her tighter.
The Angels face came into view now.
What? Is this some kind of horrible joke? What is this?
Her arms slid around the Angels neck, sliding over its upper back, checking for wings.
He doesn't have wings. Is it really him?
Her voice, as painful as it was to use, finally allowed her to speak. Her voice was weak and low.
"Hannibal?"
"Shh Clarice. It's alright. We're almost there."
It is.
"Where…"
When he just shushed her again, she pulled herself closer to him. So close, he could feel her labored breath on his cheek.
Within minutes, her grip became lose and she fell back into her sleeplike state.
Terrible pain. Burning pain. The first two thoughts registered in Clarice Starlings mind. Am I in Hell? Am I dead?
She couldn't pinpoint the source of the pain. It seemed to be all around her. Her eyes slowly opened, her mind afraid of what she might see.
A deep breath was released from her lungs as her eyes opened and her vision blurred. She could smell something. She realized she was moving.
It smells like someone cooking on a wooden stove. Why is it so dark in here? Where IS here?
Her eyes registered tiny balls of light above her. She saw a face above her, and her heart started pounding.
I'm dead. I've been sent to Heaven for judgment. Is this God? An Angel?
She realized this Angel was carrying her. She started to move. She wasn't ready to go yet.
No. Please don't take me. I can't leave. Not yet. Please! Stop!
Why wouldn't her mouth work? She started to wiggle, trying to get out of this Angels grip. That only made the Angel hold onto her tighter.
The Angels face came into view now.
What? Is this some kind of horrible joke? What is this?
Her arms slid around the Angels neck, sliding over its upper back, checking for wings.
He doesn't have wings. Is it really him?
Her voice, as painful as it was to use, finally allowed her to speak. Her voice was weak and low.
"Hannibal?"
"Shh Clarice. It's alright. We're almost there."
It is.
"Where…"
When he just shushed her again, she pulled herself closer to him. So close, he could feel her labored breath on his cheek.
Within minutes, her grip became lose and she fell back into her sleeplike state.