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The police was all over the place, but they could not find any trace of the shooter. They had finished questioning Clarice, they had no suspension, and she had told them about his wife and his adultery. Clarice was left alone, the hotel had offered her another room, but she had refused, she needed to be alone, to think about what she had done.
The rain had begun to fall in the night, though it was may the air was chilly, but Clarice did not notice, she walked without direction. She was deep in thought.
I killed them. Oh he did try to attack me, but she, why did I shoot her? I should feel bad about it, hell I should be in prison by now. Clarice kept walking, while wondering about her feelings. His voice entered her mind, his metallic voice, prying her mind forcing her to tell herself the truth to acknowledge what she already knew, but wouldn't admit. "Don't lie or I'll know" Clarice was back in the dungeon all those years ago. "Quid pro quo Clarice, yes or no" how was it she felt after finding Raspile? It was exhilarated. And now, she felt exhilarated, there was no guilt. Clarice had reached her apartment and walked in. it was nothing fancy, it was what she could afford when she first moved to Paris, and even though she could now afford something bigger, and place nearer Paris Centrum, she didn't feel like moving. It was home, and the neighbours didn't bother to talk to her. A friendly people indeed. Clarice thought with a smile.
Her two room apartment was sparsely furnished, there was a book shelf filled with books, a stereo set and some CD's. a chair and a sofa and then there was her desk, it was filled with papers, books and her laptop.
Clarice turned on the light and went to stereo to put some music on. She still remembered the first time when she walked into a shop asking for help to choose her first classical music. The shop lady had talked about Mozart as a good start, but Clarice remembered how much Dr. Lecter loved Goldberg's variations, so she had asked for that in particularly, she had also bought Mozart, now her collection had grown rather large and she felt proud. Dr. Lecter had been an inspiration, and she liked to think of him like a muse. 5 years ago she would never have listen to it, much less tend to concerts, now she tried to go every weekend. Sometimes she hoped that Dr. Lecter would be there, but of cause he never was, she would never see him again no matter how much she might want to. How she had changed, as much as she tried to forget it, she felt free, there was no more FBI, and no Krendler, that had Dr. Lecter taken care of, he got what he deserved. The tones of Mozart's 5th symphony filled the apartment and Clarice went to the kitchen to prepare her dinner. She had learned to cook, she didn't knew if she was good at it or not, but at least she could eat it. While the food was in the oven clarice sat in her chair, coming to ends with the fact that she felt liberated by shooting those two. The lambs had stopped screaming for the present time.
The police was all over the place, but they could not find any trace of the shooter. They had finished questioning Clarice, they had no suspension, and she had told them about his wife and his adultery. Clarice was left alone, the hotel had offered her another room, but she had refused, she needed to be alone, to think about what she had done.
The rain had begun to fall in the night, though it was may the air was chilly, but Clarice did not notice, she walked without direction. She was deep in thought.
I killed them. Oh he did try to attack me, but she, why did I shoot her? I should feel bad about it, hell I should be in prison by now. Clarice kept walking, while wondering about her feelings. His voice entered her mind, his metallic voice, prying her mind forcing her to tell herself the truth to acknowledge what she already knew, but wouldn't admit. "Don't lie or I'll know" Clarice was back in the dungeon all those years ago. "Quid pro quo Clarice, yes or no" how was it she felt after finding Raspile? It was exhilarated. And now, she felt exhilarated, there was no guilt. Clarice had reached her apartment and walked in. it was nothing fancy, it was what she could afford when she first moved to Paris, and even though she could now afford something bigger, and place nearer Paris Centrum, she didn't feel like moving. It was home, and the neighbours didn't bother to talk to her. A friendly people indeed. Clarice thought with a smile.
Her two room apartment was sparsely furnished, there was a book shelf filled with books, a stereo set and some CD's. a chair and a sofa and then there was her desk, it was filled with papers, books and her laptop.
Clarice turned on the light and went to stereo to put some music on. She still remembered the first time when she walked into a shop asking for help to choose her first classical music. The shop lady had talked about Mozart as a good start, but Clarice remembered how much Dr. Lecter loved Goldberg's variations, so she had asked for that in particularly, she had also bought Mozart, now her collection had grown rather large and she felt proud. Dr. Lecter had been an inspiration, and she liked to think of him like a muse. 5 years ago she would never have listen to it, much less tend to concerts, now she tried to go every weekend. Sometimes she hoped that Dr. Lecter would be there, but of cause he never was, she would never see him again no matter how much she might want to. How she had changed, as much as she tried to forget it, she felt free, there was no more FBI, and no Krendler, that had Dr. Lecter taken care of, he got what he deserved. The tones of Mozart's 5th symphony filled the apartment and Clarice went to the kitchen to prepare her dinner. She had learned to cook, she didn't knew if she was good at it or not, but at least she could eat it. While the food was in the oven clarice sat in her chair, coming to ends with the fact that she felt liberated by shooting those two. The lambs had stopped screaming for the present time.