Chapter 49
The days went slow for Clarice she was not use to doing not, she had cleaned the whole duplex, and washed everything that could be washed. Clarice sat on the floor in the laundry room with her back against the dryer. She had a beer in one hand and a paper in the other.
She was working on her resignation, she had decided to quit the FBI, she didn't want to end up like her father, and it would be wasted. In stead Clarice had applied for a job as a security officer at the local bank. And if she should say so herself, she thought her chances were pretty damn good.
She hadn't told Ardelia about her plans, in fact she had told no one about her plans. There was no point in doing so. She knew that Ardelia would try to convince her to stay. And Crawford would disapprove as well. But Clarice no longer cared. She had finally seen the truth about the FBI, and the truth was there was no place for the likes of Clarice M. Starling. And she had accepted that, and now it was time to move on.
Clarice had not spent much time, thinking about her dream, she had forced it to the back of her mind. But to night there was no escaping it. Clarice had tried to dull her thought process with beer, and was now considering getting her Jack. But she was too tired to get up.
Was it really possible for her to find happiness with a wanted criminal, even a cannibal? She already knew that she could never kill him, and she had come to the conclusion that she could not even deny him his freedom. The world would be better with him in it. How the tables had turned. She had always known who the good guys were, but now, she was confused, the good guys, the FBI, was not as good as they would have the public believe, and Dr. Lecter, was not as bad as the public believed. It just didn't seem right, that she was able to believe the word of a labelled madman, instead of that of the law enforcement. Yet he had always told her the truth.
Clarice did have some unclarified feelings for HIM, but she wasn't willing to admit them, it was unthinkable, yet here she was, and somehow hoping that he would be back, that he would write to her. Oh god how she wanted him to be near her. He was the only one who understood her, her and her lambs.
It had seemed strange to Clarice that the lambs had stopped screaming the night she had decided to leave the FBI. And that night she had dreamt peacefully. It was this morning she knew that it had been the right decision. The lamb that needed saving was her self, and no matter how many other lambs she might save, they wouldn't stop screaming until she had saved her self.
It was this revelation that made Clarice leave the laundry room. She went to the kitchen and made some coffee, it was time to think straight.
Clarice spent the night over a steaming mug of coffee and her laptop where she was typing her resignation. She would quit tomorrow.
A/N I know this is short chapter. But more is coming. Keep reading.
The days went slow for Clarice she was not use to doing not, she had cleaned the whole duplex, and washed everything that could be washed. Clarice sat on the floor in the laundry room with her back against the dryer. She had a beer in one hand and a paper in the other.
She was working on her resignation, she had decided to quit the FBI, she didn't want to end up like her father, and it would be wasted. In stead Clarice had applied for a job as a security officer at the local bank. And if she should say so herself, she thought her chances were pretty damn good.
She hadn't told Ardelia about her plans, in fact she had told no one about her plans. There was no point in doing so. She knew that Ardelia would try to convince her to stay. And Crawford would disapprove as well. But Clarice no longer cared. She had finally seen the truth about the FBI, and the truth was there was no place for the likes of Clarice M. Starling. And she had accepted that, and now it was time to move on.
Clarice had not spent much time, thinking about her dream, she had forced it to the back of her mind. But to night there was no escaping it. Clarice had tried to dull her thought process with beer, and was now considering getting her Jack. But she was too tired to get up.
Was it really possible for her to find happiness with a wanted criminal, even a cannibal? She already knew that she could never kill him, and she had come to the conclusion that she could not even deny him his freedom. The world would be better with him in it. How the tables had turned. She had always known who the good guys were, but now, she was confused, the good guys, the FBI, was not as good as they would have the public believe, and Dr. Lecter, was not as bad as the public believed. It just didn't seem right, that she was able to believe the word of a labelled madman, instead of that of the law enforcement. Yet he had always told her the truth.
Clarice did have some unclarified feelings for HIM, but she wasn't willing to admit them, it was unthinkable, yet here she was, and somehow hoping that he would be back, that he would write to her. Oh god how she wanted him to be near her. He was the only one who understood her, her and her lambs.
It had seemed strange to Clarice that the lambs had stopped screaming the night she had decided to leave the FBI. And that night she had dreamt peacefully. It was this morning she knew that it had been the right decision. The lamb that needed saving was her self, and no matter how many other lambs she might save, they wouldn't stop screaming until she had saved her self.
It was this revelation that made Clarice leave the laundry room. She went to the kitchen and made some coffee, it was time to think straight.
Clarice spent the night over a steaming mug of coffee and her laptop where she was typing her resignation. She would quit tomorrow.
A/N I know this is short chapter. But more is coming. Keep reading.
