Chapter seven.
Clarice suddenly felt like she had to get out, she left her seat and the building and went for some fresh air. Clarice didn't notice how fare she had walked until the pain in her feet was recognized in Clarice's brain; she looked around and found her self in a garden. She found a bench and sat down to remove her shoes. Clarice didn't care what people thought, she began to walk again with out her shoes on, and she was intent on finding a cap to take her home.
Clarice did not walk fare when she got a feeling that someone was following her. She knew that it couldn't be Dr. Lecter; the person was too clumsy, no there was more then one now, probably 2 or 3. Clarice reached in her purse and found the comforting feeling of the harpy in her hand. She had decided against her 45. It was easier to conceal the harpy.
Clarice took two steps more, readying her self for what to come.
Two men jumped in front of her, they couldn't have been more then twenty years old. They started speaking in French; Clarice again started playing the tourist. " I.. I don't understand" I should have been an actor, they would have given me an Oscar. "Give us your purse unless you want to get hurt lady" they had a nasty look in their eyes. Clarice knew that the purse wouldn't do it, no, their eyes burned, they wanted something else. She tried to hide her contempt for them, and continued her play; she rather enjoyed their ignorance. "Please don't hurt me" Clarice said while preparing to hide the harpy in her hand. One of them jerked the purse out of her hand; Clarice had succeeded in hiding the harpy. They spoke French again, while, looking at her, a decision was being made. The one closest to her griped her arm. "Listen if you scream we'll kill you." To underline his statement, his partner pulled out a knife. Clarice changed in that moment. No more playing, what a shame. Clarice looked into his eyes; behind her eyes was a fire of her own.
Before he knew what hit him, he was unconscious and Clarice was upon the other, knocking him out as well. Clarice looked around; there was not one human being in sight. What to do now Clarice... A plan was forming in her head. Here she had the perfect opportunity. She didn't want to be vulgar, no of that HE would disapprove, yet it should be something fitting for them.
Clarice took of her stockings, and dragged one of the to a tree, she tied him up, the other she arranged on the bench where the friend at the tree could see him. She tied him as well so that he couldn't move feeds, head or hands.
The one at the tree began to stir. Oh goody he's awake, now the fun begins.
Clarice walked over to the kid, and looked at him, she had already planed for the fact that he would began shouting, but she wanted to talk first. "Good evening" Clarice said in her most bidding tone. " I am afraid that we never got around to being probably introduced. I am Clarice Startling and you are?" at first he didn't say anything; he looked at Clarice in disbelief, as if trying to understand some of what is going on. "Hmm that is rude you know, believe me, you wouldn't want to try my patience. Now, tell me your name" To make her point she hold the harpy up in the moon light, that apparently made him remember that he had a tong. "My name is Vincent, where is my friend is he okay" He was scared, his voice trembled. "Your friend is fine Vincent" Clarice moved out if his line of sight so that he could see his friend on the bench. "Now Vincent, it wasn't a very nice thing to do, robbing a woman, less to say wanting to rape her. Vincent started to stutter, his words and their meaning run out in the sand. "I am afraid that I will have to make an example, I really detest rude people Vincent." Vincent was really scared now, yet he again managed to find his voice. "What are you going to do?" Clarice smiled. The other started to wake up. Clarice bound another piece of her stocking around Vincent's mouth and went to the bench.
"Good evening" Her voice was as social and forth coming as she had been with Vincent. "We didn't seem to get introduced before, I am Clarice Starling and you are?" Instead of an answer he tried to get loose, he was angry, and in his eyes there was nothing but pure hatred. "I wouldn't do that, you see, I tied them rather well, something I picked up when I was a girl scout, now would you please tell me your name" Clarice's voice was commanding now, yet it did noting to impress the kid lying on the bench. "Oh I see, you would like to be rude, well it doesn't really matter."
Clarice silences him again, showed him the harpy and cut open his t-shirt. "I am afraid that this is going to hurt," Clarice said with a smile.
When she was finished with Vincent's friend, she simply cut Vincent's throat and left the small park and walked home as the new day was shining it's gray light over Paris.
A/N yeah I know, I spun around the murder scene rather easy, but I didn't want to go into detail
Clarice suddenly felt like she had to get out, she left her seat and the building and went for some fresh air. Clarice didn't notice how fare she had walked until the pain in her feet was recognized in Clarice's brain; she looked around and found her self in a garden. She found a bench and sat down to remove her shoes. Clarice didn't care what people thought, she began to walk again with out her shoes on, and she was intent on finding a cap to take her home.
Clarice did not walk fare when she got a feeling that someone was following her. She knew that it couldn't be Dr. Lecter; the person was too clumsy, no there was more then one now, probably 2 or 3. Clarice reached in her purse and found the comforting feeling of the harpy in her hand. She had decided against her 45. It was easier to conceal the harpy.
Clarice took two steps more, readying her self for what to come.
Two men jumped in front of her, they couldn't have been more then twenty years old. They started speaking in French; Clarice again started playing the tourist. " I.. I don't understand" I should have been an actor, they would have given me an Oscar. "Give us your purse unless you want to get hurt lady" they had a nasty look in their eyes. Clarice knew that the purse wouldn't do it, no, their eyes burned, they wanted something else. She tried to hide her contempt for them, and continued her play; she rather enjoyed their ignorance. "Please don't hurt me" Clarice said while preparing to hide the harpy in her hand. One of them jerked the purse out of her hand; Clarice had succeeded in hiding the harpy. They spoke French again, while, looking at her, a decision was being made. The one closest to her griped her arm. "Listen if you scream we'll kill you." To underline his statement, his partner pulled out a knife. Clarice changed in that moment. No more playing, what a shame. Clarice looked into his eyes; behind her eyes was a fire of her own.
Before he knew what hit him, he was unconscious and Clarice was upon the other, knocking him out as well. Clarice looked around; there was not one human being in sight. What to do now Clarice... A plan was forming in her head. Here she had the perfect opportunity. She didn't want to be vulgar, no of that HE would disapprove, yet it should be something fitting for them.
Clarice took of her stockings, and dragged one of the to a tree, she tied him up, the other she arranged on the bench where the friend at the tree could see him. She tied him as well so that he couldn't move feeds, head or hands.
The one at the tree began to stir. Oh goody he's awake, now the fun begins.
Clarice walked over to the kid, and looked at him, she had already planed for the fact that he would began shouting, but she wanted to talk first. "Good evening" Clarice said in her most bidding tone. " I am afraid that we never got around to being probably introduced. I am Clarice Startling and you are?" at first he didn't say anything; he looked at Clarice in disbelief, as if trying to understand some of what is going on. "Hmm that is rude you know, believe me, you wouldn't want to try my patience. Now, tell me your name" To make her point she hold the harpy up in the moon light, that apparently made him remember that he had a tong. "My name is Vincent, where is my friend is he okay" He was scared, his voice trembled. "Your friend is fine Vincent" Clarice moved out if his line of sight so that he could see his friend on the bench. "Now Vincent, it wasn't a very nice thing to do, robbing a woman, less to say wanting to rape her. Vincent started to stutter, his words and their meaning run out in the sand. "I am afraid that I will have to make an example, I really detest rude people Vincent." Vincent was really scared now, yet he again managed to find his voice. "What are you going to do?" Clarice smiled. The other started to wake up. Clarice bound another piece of her stocking around Vincent's mouth and went to the bench.
"Good evening" Her voice was as social and forth coming as she had been with Vincent. "We didn't seem to get introduced before, I am Clarice Starling and you are?" Instead of an answer he tried to get loose, he was angry, and in his eyes there was nothing but pure hatred. "I wouldn't do that, you see, I tied them rather well, something I picked up when I was a girl scout, now would you please tell me your name" Clarice's voice was commanding now, yet it did noting to impress the kid lying on the bench. "Oh I see, you would like to be rude, well it doesn't really matter."
Clarice silences him again, showed him the harpy and cut open his t-shirt. "I am afraid that this is going to hurt," Clarice said with a smile.
When she was finished with Vincent's friend, she simply cut Vincent's throat and left the small park and walked home as the new day was shining it's gray light over Paris.
A/N yeah I know, I spun around the murder scene rather easy, but I didn't want to go into detail