Eight years later Dr Lecter was sitting at the table in his cell in the
'Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane'.
He was sketching the session room in his old psychiatric office. Alisha was sitting in one of the chairs and he was standing, as if pacing around the room. He was adding the finishing touches to his sketch when his mind slipped into his memory palace and reviewed the last eight years of his life
After Will was found, Dr Lecter had almost immediately been arrested and taken into custody.
His trial had been long and tiresome. He had hired the best lawyer available, knowing that this would be expected of him. There was too much evidence, however, he had made sure of that, for him to escape imprisonment.
The first three years in the asylum has been extremely entertaining. Psychiatrists, doctors, journalists and the like, had tried to interview him on numerous occasions. All had left disappointed and with a feeling of regret.
After the first year of his incarceration, security around him was relaxed a bit. He was getting bored and wanted a little fun. He complained of chest pains and was sent to a nurse. When his restraints were removed and the nurse leaned over him he had grabbed her head and broken her jaw. He had torn out her tongue and eaten it and disfigured her face beyond recognition. He payed for it with a dislocated shoulder after an orderly had grabbed him, but he never regretted it.
Then Graham had come to see him about the 'Tooth Fairy" case. He had had a lot of fun with that. He thought Graham deserved more punishment so he had sent Francis Dollarhyde (the 'Tooth Fairy') his address. Then he sat back and watched as people went into panic stations, trying to protect Graham. Of course Graham go his 'just desserts' in the end and Dr Lecter was sure that no amount of plastic surgery would return his face to normal.
The past five years had been almost uneventful. Few people came to see him now, as they knew he wouldn't cooperate and he had to entertain himself through his sketches and torments of Multiple Miggs, the man in a cell near his.
Dr Lecter's thoughts returned to his drawing and he finished it by shading in Alisha's long hair.
He lay down on his bed and picked up an Italian issue of Vogue magazine.
He was leafing through the pages when he heard footsteps. Heels to be exact, walking towards his cell.
He breathed in deeply; Evyan skin cream and a faint hint of L'Air du Temps. He would remember this scent forever.
He closed his eyes and murmured;
"Well hello, Clarice."
He was sketching the session room in his old psychiatric office. Alisha was sitting in one of the chairs and he was standing, as if pacing around the room. He was adding the finishing touches to his sketch when his mind slipped into his memory palace and reviewed the last eight years of his life
After Will was found, Dr Lecter had almost immediately been arrested and taken into custody.
His trial had been long and tiresome. He had hired the best lawyer available, knowing that this would be expected of him. There was too much evidence, however, he had made sure of that, for him to escape imprisonment.
The first three years in the asylum has been extremely entertaining. Psychiatrists, doctors, journalists and the like, had tried to interview him on numerous occasions. All had left disappointed and with a feeling of regret.
After the first year of his incarceration, security around him was relaxed a bit. He was getting bored and wanted a little fun. He complained of chest pains and was sent to a nurse. When his restraints were removed and the nurse leaned over him he had grabbed her head and broken her jaw. He had torn out her tongue and eaten it and disfigured her face beyond recognition. He payed for it with a dislocated shoulder after an orderly had grabbed him, but he never regretted it.
Then Graham had come to see him about the 'Tooth Fairy" case. He had had a lot of fun with that. He thought Graham deserved more punishment so he had sent Francis Dollarhyde (the 'Tooth Fairy') his address. Then he sat back and watched as people went into panic stations, trying to protect Graham. Of course Graham go his 'just desserts' in the end and Dr Lecter was sure that no amount of plastic surgery would return his face to normal.
The past five years had been almost uneventful. Few people came to see him now, as they knew he wouldn't cooperate and he had to entertain himself through his sketches and torments of Multiple Miggs, the man in a cell near his.
Dr Lecter's thoughts returned to his drawing and he finished it by shading in Alisha's long hair.
He lay down on his bed and picked up an Italian issue of Vogue magazine.
He was leafing through the pages when he heard footsteps. Heels to be exact, walking towards his cell.
He breathed in deeply; Evyan skin cream and a faint hint of L'Air du Temps. He would remember this scent forever.
He closed his eyes and murmured;
"Well hello, Clarice."