Surprise Surprise
ß------ I didn't really concentrate on the punctuation in this chapter, so please excuse any careless mistakes. I haven't be able to access a computer or the Internet for a long, long time, since 6th December (I was counting, sad ain't I?) But now I'm back, so please read and review! Thank you! (I'm a poet and I didn't know it) ------------à
NOTICE!!!
I have not described Clarice as either Jodie Foster or Julianne Moore, because I personally prefered Jodie Foster, but a lot of people liked Julianne Moore better, so please, choose whoever you prefere, I will try not to make a refrance to hair or skin colour. But, sometimes I might have to use EYE colour, so I will proberly use bronw. Ah well Sorry about that, on with the story!
Helpings with the ending are needed
Chapter 6
They just stood there. Hannibal rocking her in his arms. They said nothing. They had nothing to say. Both minds were confused. Neither knew what to so or do, even if they wanted to. They didn't know what to do. What they wanted to do. Clarice had stopped sobbing, but still her tears ran down her cheek freely. Hannibal's tears escaped him occasionally, slowly sliding down onto her soft hair.
What was she doing? This was the man who had caused all the pain in her life. He had ruined her. He took the one thing that she would die for; her pride. It was because of him that she was here in the first place. Now she was seeking comfort from him. She loved him, but could never forgive him for what he had done to her. She wanted to keep him all to herself, to run away with him, but also wanted him locked up in Baltimore asylum forever and ever, were he could no-longer harm her. But he would. He would move within her. Every morning that she would wake, there would be some thing that reminded her of him, something that looked like him, smelled like him. He would move between her consciousness and her subconsciousness. Every night when she would eventually fall asleep, she would see him in her dreams. He would haunt her, like a ghost, and she would never be able to escape his eyes….
How could her have done this to her. The one he had dreamed about, the one he wanted to hold every night and day and never let go, the one he loved. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want her to leave him again. Life would not be worth living if it were without her by his side. But she was different. If was as if the life in her had died. She HAD died. She had nothing left to hold onto, only this monster that had brought her pain and torment, and he could not give it her back. He knew what it was to be tormented by something you could not have, and he had not ever wished it upon anyone else. He had just about let go of Misha, accepted her to be gone, but now she took that place. He loved her, and though he didn't want her to see that yet, his heart told him so, and he knew that his heart was right. He knew her. He knew that she thought about him, wished she could have him forever, for him always to be there for her, because he wanted her in the same way. But he had never been there. Only when he could feed off her anger, her pain or suffering. There was nothing he could do to change that, no matter how much he tried. He knew that, deep down, he was never there. And she would never allow him to be there. No matter how much she loved him.
ß--------Sniff sniff! Aw! I know that this was abit soppy, but it was relevant to the story. You guys need to know what they are feeling. I know what they are feeling (kinda) but you don't, and in this chapter, you find out. I am really sorry if that was a bad chapter because it was too soppy and wet and emotional. There wont be many more like that, I can tell you. I have decided to finish this story soon, maybe the next 2-3 chapters? Unless I come up with a real twist at the very last moment! (Which is unlikely). If you have any good twists, endings or if you just want to tell me to stop writing altogether, then PLEASE leave a review or mail me coca_cola24@excite.com. I pretty much go on the Internet every night, so you should get a reply fairly quickly (Helpings with the ending are needed!) Thank you!-------à
ß------ I didn't really concentrate on the punctuation in this chapter, so please excuse any careless mistakes. I haven't be able to access a computer or the Internet for a long, long time, since 6th December (I was counting, sad ain't I?) But now I'm back, so please read and review! Thank you! (I'm a poet and I didn't know it) ------------à
NOTICE!!!
I have not described Clarice as either Jodie Foster or Julianne Moore, because I personally prefered Jodie Foster, but a lot of people liked Julianne Moore better, so please, choose whoever you prefere, I will try not to make a refrance to hair or skin colour. But, sometimes I might have to use EYE colour, so I will proberly use bronw. Ah well Sorry about that, on with the story!
Helpings with the ending are needed
Chapter 6
They just stood there. Hannibal rocking her in his arms. They said nothing. They had nothing to say. Both minds were confused. Neither knew what to so or do, even if they wanted to. They didn't know what to do. What they wanted to do. Clarice had stopped sobbing, but still her tears ran down her cheek freely. Hannibal's tears escaped him occasionally, slowly sliding down onto her soft hair.
What was she doing? This was the man who had caused all the pain in her life. He had ruined her. He took the one thing that she would die for; her pride. It was because of him that she was here in the first place. Now she was seeking comfort from him. She loved him, but could never forgive him for what he had done to her. She wanted to keep him all to herself, to run away with him, but also wanted him locked up in Baltimore asylum forever and ever, were he could no-longer harm her. But he would. He would move within her. Every morning that she would wake, there would be some thing that reminded her of him, something that looked like him, smelled like him. He would move between her consciousness and her subconsciousness. Every night when she would eventually fall asleep, she would see him in her dreams. He would haunt her, like a ghost, and she would never be able to escape his eyes….
How could her have done this to her. The one he had dreamed about, the one he wanted to hold every night and day and never let go, the one he loved. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want her to leave him again. Life would not be worth living if it were without her by his side. But she was different. If was as if the life in her had died. She HAD died. She had nothing left to hold onto, only this monster that had brought her pain and torment, and he could not give it her back. He knew what it was to be tormented by something you could not have, and he had not ever wished it upon anyone else. He had just about let go of Misha, accepted her to be gone, but now she took that place. He loved her, and though he didn't want her to see that yet, his heart told him so, and he knew that his heart was right. He knew her. He knew that she thought about him, wished she could have him forever, for him always to be there for her, because he wanted her in the same way. But he had never been there. Only when he could feed off her anger, her pain or suffering. There was nothing he could do to change that, no matter how much he tried. He knew that, deep down, he was never there. And she would never allow him to be there. No matter how much she loved him.
ß--------Sniff sniff! Aw! I know that this was abit soppy, but it was relevant to the story. You guys need to know what they are feeling. I know what they are feeling (kinda) but you don't, and in this chapter, you find out. I am really sorry if that was a bad chapter because it was too soppy and wet and emotional. There wont be many more like that, I can tell you. I have decided to finish this story soon, maybe the next 2-3 chapters? Unless I come up with a real twist at the very last moment! (Which is unlikely). If you have any good twists, endings or if you just want to tell me to stop writing altogether, then PLEASE leave a review or mail me coca_cola24@excite.com. I pretty much go on the Internet every night, so you should get a reply fairly quickly (Helpings with the ending are needed!) Thank you!-------à