Disclaimer: I own nothing! Yay! *sob*
A/N: I know it isn't an e-mail, but it also isn't a normal story format. It should be easy enough to follow. Supplied with an evil cliffhanger (ish), this should be quite interesting. Enjoy!
And for the quite dim among you, it's a conversation on cell phones, much like the one it my second favourite scene it Hannibal.
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"Hello, Clarice."
"Good afternoon, Mr Sauroff."
"Until we get there, you may use my real name."
"Very well, Doctor Lecter. How do I get your house? And remember, you promised not to play any games."
"All I said was that I wouldn't play games with the directions. The rest I specifically said that I couldn't promise anything."
"Fine. Just tell me how to get there."
"Take a left out of your driveway and go down until you see Farley Street. Turn there."
"And then?"
"You won't come to it for a while."
"No, doctor. Which way do I turn?"
"Right. And what I said about the emails applies to now as well."
"Which?"
"You may call me Hannibal."
"I don't know if I can get into the habit, doctor. I'd prefer not to change."
"Your choice, but I think that it is a loss on your part."
"I'm on Farley. Where do I go now?"
"Three streets down, Pleasant Street. On your left."
"Thank you. By the way, if someone starts to tap our conversation, I'm getting a call from my mother and I have to go right away. You are Ardelia. Don't say anything."
"Taking matters into your own hands for once. Preparing for the worst?"
"The worst could very well happen. What do I do now?"
"Drive until you get onto Main Street and then turn right onto it. Keep on going for about three miles."
"Doctor."
"What is it, Clarice?"
"If I had just driven down my street, I would've gotten to Main Street m uch more easily and saved a lot of time and gas."
"I know. I'm taking you on a longer way, so if anyone if following you, it will be harder for them."
"It won't be, and you know it. You're still playing your games, and costing me gas money. If you don't tell me the shortest, fastest way to your house, I'm turning back."
"If you insist. Take a left onto Appleton Street."
"When?"
"Now."
"You aren't following me, are you?"
"Of course not. I Just know how long it will take you to get there. I was right, wasn't I?"
"Yes."
"Then why does it matter if I'm following you or not?"
"Because the silver Honda Civic that's behind me has been there almost the entire way."
"Well then, perhaps you need to go on a long cut. Turn onto the alley that you'll see in a minute."
"Where will it take me?"
"It doesn't matter. Just turn."
"Now what? If I stay on this road to long, my tires will blow."
"The Honda's will first."
"How do you know?"
"Because last night I put special tires on your car because I thought something like this will happen. Your car will handle fine."
"I really wish you'd tell me when you're dropping in for a visit."
"I wasn't going to see you, Clarice. I was helping you."
"Well, thank you for that help."
"Not at all. Have the Honda's tires blown yet?"
"No. Wait, yes. Just now."
"Good. Drive to the end of the alley. You'll come out on Newbury Street. Take a right and drive until you see Homer Road. It won't be for a while; you had to go the long way. As soon as you're on Homer, which will be on your right, I'm number sixteen
"Your email address."
"Of course."
*Click*
"I'm really sorry, Ardelia. My mom is calling me on my other phone. I have to go now. Bye."
A/N: I know it isn't an e-mail, but it also isn't a normal story format. It should be easy enough to follow. Supplied with an evil cliffhanger (ish), this should be quite interesting. Enjoy!
And for the quite dim among you, it's a conversation on cell phones, much like the one it my second favourite scene it Hannibal.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello, Clarice."
"Good afternoon, Mr Sauroff."
"Until we get there, you may use my real name."
"Very well, Doctor Lecter. How do I get your house? And remember, you promised not to play any games."
"All I said was that I wouldn't play games with the directions. The rest I specifically said that I couldn't promise anything."
"Fine. Just tell me how to get there."
"Take a left out of your driveway and go down until you see Farley Street. Turn there."
"And then?"
"You won't come to it for a while."
"No, doctor. Which way do I turn?"
"Right. And what I said about the emails applies to now as well."
"Which?"
"You may call me Hannibal."
"I don't know if I can get into the habit, doctor. I'd prefer not to change."
"Your choice, but I think that it is a loss on your part."
"I'm on Farley. Where do I go now?"
"Three streets down, Pleasant Street. On your left."
"Thank you. By the way, if someone starts to tap our conversation, I'm getting a call from my mother and I have to go right away. You are Ardelia. Don't say anything."
"Taking matters into your own hands for once. Preparing for the worst?"
"The worst could very well happen. What do I do now?"
"Drive until you get onto Main Street and then turn right onto it. Keep on going for about three miles."
"Doctor."
"What is it, Clarice?"
"If I had just driven down my street, I would've gotten to Main Street m uch more easily and saved a lot of time and gas."
"I know. I'm taking you on a longer way, so if anyone if following you, it will be harder for them."
"It won't be, and you know it. You're still playing your games, and costing me gas money. If you don't tell me the shortest, fastest way to your house, I'm turning back."
"If you insist. Take a left onto Appleton Street."
"When?"
"Now."
"You aren't following me, are you?"
"Of course not. I Just know how long it will take you to get there. I was right, wasn't I?"
"Yes."
"Then why does it matter if I'm following you or not?"
"Because the silver Honda Civic that's behind me has been there almost the entire way."
"Well then, perhaps you need to go on a long cut. Turn onto the alley that you'll see in a minute."
"Where will it take me?"
"It doesn't matter. Just turn."
"Now what? If I stay on this road to long, my tires will blow."
"The Honda's will first."
"How do you know?"
"Because last night I put special tires on your car because I thought something like this will happen. Your car will handle fine."
"I really wish you'd tell me when you're dropping in for a visit."
"I wasn't going to see you, Clarice. I was helping you."
"Well, thank you for that help."
"Not at all. Have the Honda's tires blown yet?"
"No. Wait, yes. Just now."
"Good. Drive to the end of the alley. You'll come out on Newbury Street. Take a right and drive until you see Homer Road. It won't be for a while; you had to go the long way. As soon as you're on Homer, which will be on your right, I'm number sixteen
"Your email address."
"Of course."
*Click*
"I'm really sorry, Ardelia. My mom is calling me on my other phone. I have to go now. Bye."