Iuncti Pacem (lat. joined in peace) ---- Part 3
by Sacara
author's note: this is part three of my story .. thanks for your interest and all the nice comments ( .. keep them coming, please!! ..... I will lift the veil of secrecy about his death ..
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Dead - dead - dead ----- Hannibal Lecter dead - the monster is dead - the canibal is dead ---- those were the only things Clarice heard. She propped her elbows on the table and leaned her head against her hands to prevent herself from fainting. This was just too much..
It was a total chaos, the whole FBI headquarters seemed to be like the biggest anthill ever.
"Starling! .. Hey Starling !!! .. Special Agent Starling!!"
Clarice woke out of a stadium of profound trance. She lifted her head and searched for the voice that addressed her. Of course it was that suit, Krendler number two.
"Are you coming or do I have to send you a written invitation?" he said sarcastically.
Clarice stood up walked past him with a disdainful look on her face that was meant for Agent Springer, the Krendler 2. He told her angrily to be careful about her behavior in his presence and that it was not his idea so she should be thanking the boss alone, because he himself would have never let her go. The slimy bastard seemed to produce the words like a ventriloquist, because he hardly opened his mouth to speak. He must be quite furious, Clarice thought kind of content.
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Reluctantly, she followed Springer, climbed onto the back seat of the FBI car and sat down - ill at ease in his company. Neither of them spoke while the 15 minutes trip to the scene of the crime. Clarice was chewing incessantly on her lower lip. She didn't know until the car stopped and everybody was getting out. Nervously, she got out as well not really sure what exactly was happening there. She looked around: there were dozens of police cars and officers, at least ten ambulances and fire engines. The car lay in a ditch beside a deserted road. The grass around it was brown and black from the fire and it smelled burnt . everything smelled burnt. Sickness crawled up her throat. The car was totally burnt out and it was nothing much left than the bodywork. Once it must have been a brilliantly polished Jaguar. Clarice tried to imagine Lecter sitting in that car before the accident. It felt right, but was this really his car . had he been driving it . is the body his? So many unanswered questions. Her eye then fell on the crowd. There must be more than a hundred people standing around just doing nothing or the opposite running wild. One of the agents around Springer signaled her to come over. Slowly she obeyed and walked over to them.
It was as if something was pushing her back . an invisible power that tried to force her to stay behind, to not watch it - him - what was left of him - Hannibal - the Cannibal - Lecter . a power that almost seemed to be stronger than her . but then again the voice of that bastard Springer woke her out of it - out of that delirium.
"Starling, get the f..k over here .. a n d .. Yesterday !!" he called.
Clarice's feet moved kind of automatically, until she stood in front of the most terrible thing she had seen in her whole life .. and she had seen horrible things .. but even if actually there had been uglier or scarier things she had had to experience, that was just that horrible because it was the body, or at least it was supposed to be, the body of the Doctor.
She looked at him, it - the body was completely burnt and kind of bended, probably out of pain. That thought suddenly gave her a sharp pang and her stomach contracted. --- NO she thought to herself .. please don't let this be him .. I can't stand this.. ---- With a rapid movement she turned her head away - away from the sight of the deadly burnt body - a body which was said to belong to Hannibal.
Clarice suddenly felt sick - one hand pressed tightly onto her mouth she turned and ran away. It screwed up her throat and she felt as if she was suffocating. Dizziness and a sudden feeling of nausea made her stumble and she almost fell down into the grass. She stopped at the FBI car, breathing very hard. Behind the veil of dizziness she heard voices and the laughter of Springer. He seemed to be laughing at her. She hated him even more for that. Then she heard him saying:
"Starling, what is it - can't stand to see your darling Lecter dead. Is it too much for you girl, huh - pity that you just pretend to be that tough. Now we know how it really is!" and again there was that laughter. The fury inside her grew but she had nowhere to go the get rid of it. Clarice decided to get it over with, to somehow survive this farce.
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She had to stick to it for more than two hours until all tests had been made and everybody had gathered enough information. The body was taken into possession and the car as well was found and taken in. Then all of them finally they got back into the headquarters. Clarice was then free to go home. They would question her again on Monday. She was dismissed until everything was cleared out, but as it was obvious that she could not have anymore secrets with Hannibal Lecter anymore they would probably let her get away with it this time.
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Tired and very depressed she climbed out of the car that had brought her home. She opened the door walked in and closed it with her back leaning against it. One second she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. --- Hannibal d e a d. ----
Those words did not seem to have a meaning in her head, at least not the real one. At the moment former agent Starling shook her head, put her keys and her bag on the highboy and went into the living room. She sat down on the couch. She must have been fallen asleep when the doorbell woke her.
Sleepily she walked over to the door and opened. It was a telegram. She opened it, it said.
--- I have information regarding the death of Hannibal Lecter, meet me at the crime scene the day after tomorrow at 8 p.m. Lucinda Walker MD ---
"Lucinda Walker?" Clarice said aloud. What was that all about, she wondered. She did not know a woman by this name. Would she go?
~°~to be continued~°~
author's note: this is part three of my story .. thanks for your interest and all the nice comments ( .. keep them coming, please!! ..... I will lift the veil of secrecy about his death ..
~°~°~
Dead - dead - dead ----- Hannibal Lecter dead - the monster is dead - the canibal is dead ---- those were the only things Clarice heard. She propped her elbows on the table and leaned her head against her hands to prevent herself from fainting. This was just too much..
It was a total chaos, the whole FBI headquarters seemed to be like the biggest anthill ever.
"Starling! .. Hey Starling !!! .. Special Agent Starling!!"
Clarice woke out of a stadium of profound trance. She lifted her head and searched for the voice that addressed her. Of course it was that suit, Krendler number two.
"Are you coming or do I have to send you a written invitation?" he said sarcastically.
Clarice stood up walked past him with a disdainful look on her face that was meant for Agent Springer, the Krendler 2. He told her angrily to be careful about her behavior in his presence and that it was not his idea so she should be thanking the boss alone, because he himself would have never let her go. The slimy bastard seemed to produce the words like a ventriloquist, because he hardly opened his mouth to speak. He must be quite furious, Clarice thought kind of content.
~°~
Reluctantly, she followed Springer, climbed onto the back seat of the FBI car and sat down - ill at ease in his company. Neither of them spoke while the 15 minutes trip to the scene of the crime. Clarice was chewing incessantly on her lower lip. She didn't know until the car stopped and everybody was getting out. Nervously, she got out as well not really sure what exactly was happening there. She looked around: there were dozens of police cars and officers, at least ten ambulances and fire engines. The car lay in a ditch beside a deserted road. The grass around it was brown and black from the fire and it smelled burnt . everything smelled burnt. Sickness crawled up her throat. The car was totally burnt out and it was nothing much left than the bodywork. Once it must have been a brilliantly polished Jaguar. Clarice tried to imagine Lecter sitting in that car before the accident. It felt right, but was this really his car . had he been driving it . is the body his? So many unanswered questions. Her eye then fell on the crowd. There must be more than a hundred people standing around just doing nothing or the opposite running wild. One of the agents around Springer signaled her to come over. Slowly she obeyed and walked over to them.
It was as if something was pushing her back . an invisible power that tried to force her to stay behind, to not watch it - him - what was left of him - Hannibal - the Cannibal - Lecter . a power that almost seemed to be stronger than her . but then again the voice of that bastard Springer woke her out of it - out of that delirium.
"Starling, get the f..k over here .. a n d .. Yesterday !!" he called.
Clarice's feet moved kind of automatically, until she stood in front of the most terrible thing she had seen in her whole life .. and she had seen horrible things .. but even if actually there had been uglier or scarier things she had had to experience, that was just that horrible because it was the body, or at least it was supposed to be, the body of the Doctor.
She looked at him, it - the body was completely burnt and kind of bended, probably out of pain. That thought suddenly gave her a sharp pang and her stomach contracted. --- NO she thought to herself .. please don't let this be him .. I can't stand this.. ---- With a rapid movement she turned her head away - away from the sight of the deadly burnt body - a body which was said to belong to Hannibal.
Clarice suddenly felt sick - one hand pressed tightly onto her mouth she turned and ran away. It screwed up her throat and she felt as if she was suffocating. Dizziness and a sudden feeling of nausea made her stumble and she almost fell down into the grass. She stopped at the FBI car, breathing very hard. Behind the veil of dizziness she heard voices and the laughter of Springer. He seemed to be laughing at her. She hated him even more for that. Then she heard him saying:
"Starling, what is it - can't stand to see your darling Lecter dead. Is it too much for you girl, huh - pity that you just pretend to be that tough. Now we know how it really is!" and again there was that laughter. The fury inside her grew but she had nowhere to go the get rid of it. Clarice decided to get it over with, to somehow survive this farce.
~°~
She had to stick to it for more than two hours until all tests had been made and everybody had gathered enough information. The body was taken into possession and the car as well was found and taken in. Then all of them finally they got back into the headquarters. Clarice was then free to go home. They would question her again on Monday. She was dismissed until everything was cleared out, but as it was obvious that she could not have anymore secrets with Hannibal Lecter anymore they would probably let her get away with it this time.
~°~
Tired and very depressed she climbed out of the car that had brought her home. She opened the door walked in and closed it with her back leaning against it. One second she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. --- Hannibal d e a d. ----
Those words did not seem to have a meaning in her head, at least not the real one. At the moment former agent Starling shook her head, put her keys and her bag on the highboy and went into the living room. She sat down on the couch. She must have been fallen asleep when the doorbell woke her.
Sleepily she walked over to the door and opened. It was a telegram. She opened it, it said.
--- I have information regarding the death of Hannibal Lecter, meet me at the crime scene the day after tomorrow at 8 p.m. Lucinda Walker MD ---
"Lucinda Walker?" Clarice said aloud. What was that all about, she wondered. She did not know a woman by this name. Would she go?
~°~to be continued~°~