The Avenger
A cold Florentine breeze stirred the light drapes of the old attic room. Blowing them inwards like gloved hands, trying to touch the figure inside, then blowing out again to float high above the dark streets below. The cooling fingers of the autumn wind slipped into the semi-lit room, gently caressing the pale flesh of the man within and playing with dark tendrils of his hair. Behind these motions, the man was uncannily still, sitting cross-legged on the bed with an ancient, leather-bound book open in his lap. It was only when the wind began to interrupt his reading with intrusive blasts that he made any acknowledge of it at all.
Dr. Lecter slipped off the bed and stood by the window, the flickering candles playing on the hollows and plateaus of his ribs and stomach where the wind had parted his robe. Another strong gust blew curtains of the doctor's hair up and back, like curving black horns on his flickering shadow. Slowly he shut the window, letting the dark drapes fall still. The final, dying sweeps of the wind made the candle flames jump violently then gutter and the cool room was plunged into darkness.
Dr Lecter turned slowly, stooping to reach the chrome flick lighter on his table when suddenly he felt something very hard, very cold and very sharp rest neatly between his eyes, tucked in the curve of his nose. "I think we'll leave them just as they are", a cold voice sneered from the darjk
A cold Florentine breeze stirred the light drapes of the old attic room. Blowing them inwards like gloved hands, trying to touch the figure inside, then blowing out again to float high above the dark streets below. The cooling fingers of the autumn wind slipped into the semi-lit room, gently caressing the pale flesh of the man within and playing with dark tendrils of his hair. Behind these motions, the man was uncannily still, sitting cross-legged on the bed with an ancient, leather-bound book open in his lap. It was only when the wind began to interrupt his reading with intrusive blasts that he made any acknowledge of it at all.
Dr. Lecter slipped off the bed and stood by the window, the flickering candles playing on the hollows and plateaus of his ribs and stomach where the wind had parted his robe. Another strong gust blew curtains of the doctor's hair up and back, like curving black horns on his flickering shadow. Slowly he shut the window, letting the dark drapes fall still. The final, dying sweeps of the wind made the candle flames jump violently then gutter and the cool room was plunged into darkness.
Dr Lecter turned slowly, stooping to reach the chrome flick lighter on his table when suddenly he felt something very hard, very cold and very sharp rest neatly between his eyes, tucked in the curve of his nose. "I think we'll leave them just as they are", a cold voice sneered from the darjk