Author's Note: Yup… Saavik strikes again… LOL
Chapter 15: Free Range Rude
Clarice watched as Lecter walked into the gas station. 'Now's my chance,' she thought. She leaned the seat back so it was look as if she was simply relaxing. She then bent across to the driver's side to hotwire the car. Something useful at least from her FBI training.
Lecter saw Clarice put the seat down. 'Good,' he thought to himself. 'She's hiding in case some nosy person recognizes her. I have a feeling though, that I should hurry.'
Still, he took his time. He grabbed the biggest bottle of water in the fridge and snagged some pain relievers. When he got up to the front counter, the young man there was playing a video game, paying no attention to his customer.
"Excuse me, can I get some service here?" Lecter queried smoothly. "Dude, can't you see I'm on level 9? It's the last level. I've just about won the game!"
"Do you know how very rude you are being?…" Lecter leaned over the counter. He slipped his harpy from the sleeve of his leather jacket and held it to the young man's throat.
"Woah, dude, you can put that thing away…" the clerk told him nervously.
With one quick and elegant flick of his wrist, Lecter made a deep, yet clean slice through the rude young man's throat.
Before leaving, Lecter read the young man's name tag and placed a twenty dollar bill on the counter in front of the body. "It would be quite rude to leave without paying." He said, simply.
Back in the car, Clarice was having trouble hot wiring the car. There was one wire missing. She, therefore, did not see Lecter exit the gas station.
He opened the car door and said, "My, Clarice. I thought you said you weren't going anywhere." He flashed her a daring smile. Clarice just sat up her seat, and turned away from him. 'Well, at least he has a sense of humor about my trying to get away…' she silently thought to herself.
When she glanced at Lecter, she saw what had happened to he missing wire. He had snipped it off when he was getting out of the car, and was now replacing it. Clarice shook her head then turned back towards the window.
What she was in the distance shocked her. Red and blue flashing lights, coming at high speed towards the gas station. "What did you do?" Clarice panicked.
Lecter responded in his usual calm voice, "I simply saved the world from another one of the rude." He turned the key and the engine purred to life like a kitten. With the lights off, they silently pulled out of the parking lot, and onto the highway.
"We'll drive about 50km or so, then we'll stop. I'll fix your ankle and give you some painkillers," he told her as he sped down the road. "Just sit back and relax," he told Clarice as she sat back and closed her eyes.
"There is no escape. What do I have to lose?" The thought circled her head, just like a shark circled its prey…
Chapter 15: Free Range Rude
Clarice watched as Lecter walked into the gas station. 'Now's my chance,' she thought. She leaned the seat back so it was look as if she was simply relaxing. She then bent across to the driver's side to hotwire the car. Something useful at least from her FBI training.
Lecter saw Clarice put the seat down. 'Good,' he thought to himself. 'She's hiding in case some nosy person recognizes her. I have a feeling though, that I should hurry.'
Still, he took his time. He grabbed the biggest bottle of water in the fridge and snagged some pain relievers. When he got up to the front counter, the young man there was playing a video game, paying no attention to his customer.
"Excuse me, can I get some service here?" Lecter queried smoothly. "Dude, can't you see I'm on level 9? It's the last level. I've just about won the game!"
"Do you know how very rude you are being?…" Lecter leaned over the counter. He slipped his harpy from the sleeve of his leather jacket and held it to the young man's throat.
"Woah, dude, you can put that thing away…" the clerk told him nervously.
With one quick and elegant flick of his wrist, Lecter made a deep, yet clean slice through the rude young man's throat.
Before leaving, Lecter read the young man's name tag and placed a twenty dollar bill on the counter in front of the body. "It would be quite rude to leave without paying." He said, simply.
Back in the car, Clarice was having trouble hot wiring the car. There was one wire missing. She, therefore, did not see Lecter exit the gas station.
He opened the car door and said, "My, Clarice. I thought you said you weren't going anywhere." He flashed her a daring smile. Clarice just sat up her seat, and turned away from him. 'Well, at least he has a sense of humor about my trying to get away…' she silently thought to herself.
When she glanced at Lecter, she saw what had happened to he missing wire. He had snipped it off when he was getting out of the car, and was now replacing it. Clarice shook her head then turned back towards the window.
What she was in the distance shocked her. Red and blue flashing lights, coming at high speed towards the gas station. "What did you do?" Clarice panicked.
Lecter responded in his usual calm voice, "I simply saved the world from another one of the rude." He turned the key and the engine purred to life like a kitten. With the lights off, they silently pulled out of the parking lot, and onto the highway.
"We'll drive about 50km or so, then we'll stop. I'll fix your ankle and give you some painkillers," he told her as he sped down the road. "Just sit back and relax," he told Clarice as she sat back and closed her eyes.
"There is no escape. What do I have to lose?" The thought circled her head, just like a shark circled its prey…