Author's notes: This is my first attempt at a fan fiction, I hope you like
it. I chose to do a SOTL and The Cell crossover as I could see a distinct
parallel in the plot of both film's. Jennifer Lopez's character physically
venture's into the mind of a killer, whilst Clarice get's only a brief
insight into the workings of Dr.Lecter's mind .I thought it would be
interesting to describe the interior of Dr. Lecter's mind and how Clarice
is a major feature within it. Also to see just how twisted my imagination
can be ;)The Silence of the Lambs and all the characters involved are
copyright Thomas Harris and don't belong to me.
It was not an unpleasant sensation, almost like floating in a warm bath, slipping into blackness, feeling weightless. She'd heard about sensory depravation tanks and imagined this is what they'd be like. For a few seconds Clarice felt comfortable and relaxed, thinking this wasn't as frightening as she'd thought it would be. Then as soon as her fear had subsided she felt an itch. An annoying itch like ants crawling on her skin and wanted to scratch but couldn't. Then, it got worse. It was as if thousands of tiny insects were crawling on her bare skin, it was maddening not being able to scratch. She tried to move her arms but it was as if she was tied up. She felt a scream well up inside her and the squeaking of the creatures she couldn't see hurt her ears as her voice joined the horrible chorus in a crescendo that made her head feel like it was in a vice.
Then all was quiet. The silence was almost as painful as the noise. She was afraid to move and daren't open her eyes. Very slowly her eyes opened, as slow as a flower opening. She was laid on her side on what felt like plush, thick carpet. She spread her fingers out and buried her face in the comfortable carpet, it felt so good and she didn't want to get up. By now she relished the silence and sat up on her elbows and looked around. She was in what looked like a vast gallery; she stood up and saw that the corridors seemed to run to infinity. It wasn't sterile and plain as some galleries that'd she'd visited were, it was warmly lit and had an old world ambience. Thousands of painting lined the walls; one in particular looked familiar and caught her attention. It showed a street scene in Florence in perhaps the Middle Ages, the Ponte Vecchio in the background, a man leaning against the wall next to the river his gaze directed at a young woman walking a pace or two behind two other women. Clarice recognizes this painting as being by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, showing the great poet Dante Alighieri exchanging a glance with his great love Beatrice Portineri. As she looked at the painting to her amazement it came alive, the wind blowing the figures clothes as the women walked towards Clarice laughing and chatting girlishly, yet the beautiful woman in the rear remained silent. Time seemed to slow as the man and the silent woman crossed path's, the woman turned and briefly looked into the man's eyes. Clarice felt as is she'd been struck by lighting as their face's changed and she realized the woman was she and the man was Dr. Lecter. She looked away in shock and when she looked back it was simply a painting again. As she walked down the halls each of the paintings came to life and the faces of the subjects turned into images of her, hundreds of the greatest pieces of art known to man became portraits of her! She began to feel trapped in the endless hallways and ran frantically trying to find a way out but each corridor came to a dead end. Then as she turned she saw a dark figure running down one of the corridors, she couldn't see his face but knew it was Dr. Lecter. He opened what appeared to be secret door, camouflaged to look just like the walls and she followed him barely keeping him in her sights.
She ran, going through door after door each different to the last. Finally she came to a smooth, stainless steel door and as she opened it a cold wind blew threw, so cold it took her breath away. She found herself at the edge of a vast lake of ice with seemingly no end, as she looked in awe at its enormity she saw the figure open a door where the pale sky met the ice and disappear through it. She knew the dangers of trying to cross ice of questionable thickness but decided that he obviously wanted her to follow him so she gingerly stepped onto the ice. Walking cautiously and listening for the tell tale sound of cracking she walked to were she'd seen Dr.Lecter disappear. As her confidence increased she walked faster eager to reach the invisible door and discover what lay behind it. Yet as she reached the middle of the lake she heard a faint cracking sound and she held her breath and froze. As cracks began to appear in the ice, her heart skipped a beat and she could see her breath coming out in quick puffs. Clarice helplessly watched in horror as the cracks grew larger and to her surprise the cracks began to resemble letters and then words. She watched as a message appeared reading "Oh, ill-starred folk beyond all others wretched" and as the last word appeared I became very quiet and then without warning the ice opened up and swallowed Clarice Starling into the icy water.
It was not an unpleasant sensation, almost like floating in a warm bath, slipping into blackness, feeling weightless. She'd heard about sensory depravation tanks and imagined this is what they'd be like. For a few seconds Clarice felt comfortable and relaxed, thinking this wasn't as frightening as she'd thought it would be. Then as soon as her fear had subsided she felt an itch. An annoying itch like ants crawling on her skin and wanted to scratch but couldn't. Then, it got worse. It was as if thousands of tiny insects were crawling on her bare skin, it was maddening not being able to scratch. She tried to move her arms but it was as if she was tied up. She felt a scream well up inside her and the squeaking of the creatures she couldn't see hurt her ears as her voice joined the horrible chorus in a crescendo that made her head feel like it was in a vice.
Then all was quiet. The silence was almost as painful as the noise. She was afraid to move and daren't open her eyes. Very slowly her eyes opened, as slow as a flower opening. She was laid on her side on what felt like plush, thick carpet. She spread her fingers out and buried her face in the comfortable carpet, it felt so good and she didn't want to get up. By now she relished the silence and sat up on her elbows and looked around. She was in what looked like a vast gallery; she stood up and saw that the corridors seemed to run to infinity. It wasn't sterile and plain as some galleries that'd she'd visited were, it was warmly lit and had an old world ambience. Thousands of painting lined the walls; one in particular looked familiar and caught her attention. It showed a street scene in Florence in perhaps the Middle Ages, the Ponte Vecchio in the background, a man leaning against the wall next to the river his gaze directed at a young woman walking a pace or two behind two other women. Clarice recognizes this painting as being by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, showing the great poet Dante Alighieri exchanging a glance with his great love Beatrice Portineri. As she looked at the painting to her amazement it came alive, the wind blowing the figures clothes as the women walked towards Clarice laughing and chatting girlishly, yet the beautiful woman in the rear remained silent. Time seemed to slow as the man and the silent woman crossed path's, the woman turned and briefly looked into the man's eyes. Clarice felt as is she'd been struck by lighting as their face's changed and she realized the woman was she and the man was Dr. Lecter. She looked away in shock and when she looked back it was simply a painting again. As she walked down the halls each of the paintings came to life and the faces of the subjects turned into images of her, hundreds of the greatest pieces of art known to man became portraits of her! She began to feel trapped in the endless hallways and ran frantically trying to find a way out but each corridor came to a dead end. Then as she turned she saw a dark figure running down one of the corridors, she couldn't see his face but knew it was Dr. Lecter. He opened what appeared to be secret door, camouflaged to look just like the walls and she followed him barely keeping him in her sights.
She ran, going through door after door each different to the last. Finally she came to a smooth, stainless steel door and as she opened it a cold wind blew threw, so cold it took her breath away. She found herself at the edge of a vast lake of ice with seemingly no end, as she looked in awe at its enormity she saw the figure open a door where the pale sky met the ice and disappear through it. She knew the dangers of trying to cross ice of questionable thickness but decided that he obviously wanted her to follow him so she gingerly stepped onto the ice. Walking cautiously and listening for the tell tale sound of cracking she walked to were she'd seen Dr.Lecter disappear. As her confidence increased she walked faster eager to reach the invisible door and discover what lay behind it. Yet as she reached the middle of the lake she heard a faint cracking sound and she held her breath and froze. As cracks began to appear in the ice, her heart skipped a beat and she could see her breath coming out in quick puffs. Clarice helplessly watched in horror as the cracks grew larger and to her surprise the cracks began to resemble letters and then words. She watched as a message appeared reading "Oh, ill-starred folk beyond all others wretched" and as the last word appeared I became very quiet and then without warning the ice opened up and swallowed Clarice Starling into the icy water.