Iuncti Pacem (lat. joined in peace) ---- Part 4
by Sacara
author's note: . well I thought really hard about how I would proceed this . and finally I knew . thanks again for the comments and your interest. . please don't stop ( .
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Clarice sat in her beloved car, her Mustang, and drove home from work. The Monday had been strangely quiet. Nobody came to question her, she had been sitting there in her office twiddling her thumbs, while hours had passed by and nothing, absolutely nothing, had happened - until shortly before end of work some guy brought her the message that the file Hannibal Lecter was closed temporarily and that it would remain closed till new evidence would appear. So she would definitely not be questioned about him again, not about the stay at his house or about the letter or the painting - none of it was important anymore. The Monster was dead.
To clear her mind of her thoughts she turned on the radio.
`.and the police found a body, that has proven to be a member of the ten most wanted list, known as Dr. Hannibal Lecter, The Cannibal, the car was burnt out and. ´ Clarice suddenly turned it off again, she couldn't hear it anymore. It haunted her, he haunted her day and night. Not that she was the least bit afraid - no - it just was not fair that she could not stop to think about him.
"Well Hannibal you did it, didn't you?" she said aloud. "Even in death you're still with me - you'll always will be . " the last words were just a fainted whisper.
She looked at her watch. It was 6.35 p.m. and in less than 90 minutes Dr. Lucinda Walker would be waiting for her. She still was not sure about it. What would it be that this woman was about to tell her? Clarice was not sure at all, but there was one thing she was completely sure of, that she would be going...
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She stood there freezing in the twilight. It was five past six and she already began to worry. Clarice changed the hand that was holding the umbrella, because it was getting cold. The rain was falling steadily and it was really uncomfortable to stand there in the wet grass.
Five long minutes later she started to pace around nervously and finally decided to get back into her car, when she saw the lights of another car coming closer. There wasn't much traffic on the road and she wondered if it was the woman she was supposed to meet here or if it was somebody else. When it was about two yards from her it stopped short and the lights went out. Clarice squinted and tried to make out something but it was just too far away. A door opened and one person got out. The stranger wore a coat. That was the only thing Clarice noticed. She still could not say if it was a woman or a man and could not see anything special about the person in the gloom. He or she just stood there doing nothing. Seconds passed and still nothing . not one movement. Clarice trembled. She could not say if from the cold or because she was scared to death. It was just like a scene from a horror movie, the weather, the light, the situation and this strange person that was standing there a long distance away from her. And it made her crazy that he or she did not do anything. Clarice thought about getting into her car, then starting the engine and fleeing from her destiny, but what could this be about at the worst? Well, Lucinda Walker could be a next of kin of one of his victims and now she was about to have her revenge upon him and everyone that's had something to do with him. But `Walker´ - she thought about the name - no, there was no Walker in the whole file --- of course, she could have changed the name - but that was rather far-fetched. What else could it be: someone who had killed Lecter and now tried to kill her, but why? No not very plausible. Or it was just Dr. Walker who was scared as well and did not dare to get closer to Clarice. -----
There was another possibility - of course - but Clarice tried hard to not even think about it, that it maybe was him, that he just planned the whole thing and was not dead. No, Clarice, no they have the impression and it definitely was him - the FBI had closed the file because they had all the facts that proved that he was dead.
All of a sudden, the person slowly raised one hand and even slower waved. Then the stranger got back into the car. The lights were turned back on again. Clarice heard the engine and quietly watched when the car with the stranger dissolved.
She stood there a few minutes longer in the rain. Her shoes and socks wet from the rain. She still trembled, but she was relieved and oddly calm. She realized one thing that all time should have been clear to her.
~°~ to be continued ~°~
author's note: . well I thought really hard about how I would proceed this . and finally I knew . thanks again for the comments and your interest. . please don't stop ( .
~°~°~
Clarice sat in her beloved car, her Mustang, and drove home from work. The Monday had been strangely quiet. Nobody came to question her, she had been sitting there in her office twiddling her thumbs, while hours had passed by and nothing, absolutely nothing, had happened - until shortly before end of work some guy brought her the message that the file Hannibal Lecter was closed temporarily and that it would remain closed till new evidence would appear. So she would definitely not be questioned about him again, not about the stay at his house or about the letter or the painting - none of it was important anymore. The Monster was dead.
To clear her mind of her thoughts she turned on the radio.
`.and the police found a body, that has proven to be a member of the ten most wanted list, known as Dr. Hannibal Lecter, The Cannibal, the car was burnt out and. ´ Clarice suddenly turned it off again, she couldn't hear it anymore. It haunted her, he haunted her day and night. Not that she was the least bit afraid - no - it just was not fair that she could not stop to think about him.
"Well Hannibal you did it, didn't you?" she said aloud. "Even in death you're still with me - you'll always will be . " the last words were just a fainted whisper.
She looked at her watch. It was 6.35 p.m. and in less than 90 minutes Dr. Lucinda Walker would be waiting for her. She still was not sure about it. What would it be that this woman was about to tell her? Clarice was not sure at all, but there was one thing she was completely sure of, that she would be going...
~°~°~
She stood there freezing in the twilight. It was five past six and she already began to worry. Clarice changed the hand that was holding the umbrella, because it was getting cold. The rain was falling steadily and it was really uncomfortable to stand there in the wet grass.
Five long minutes later she started to pace around nervously and finally decided to get back into her car, when she saw the lights of another car coming closer. There wasn't much traffic on the road and she wondered if it was the woman she was supposed to meet here or if it was somebody else. When it was about two yards from her it stopped short and the lights went out. Clarice squinted and tried to make out something but it was just too far away. A door opened and one person got out. The stranger wore a coat. That was the only thing Clarice noticed. She still could not say if it was a woman or a man and could not see anything special about the person in the gloom. He or she just stood there doing nothing. Seconds passed and still nothing . not one movement. Clarice trembled. She could not say if from the cold or because she was scared to death. It was just like a scene from a horror movie, the weather, the light, the situation and this strange person that was standing there a long distance away from her. And it made her crazy that he or she did not do anything. Clarice thought about getting into her car, then starting the engine and fleeing from her destiny, but what could this be about at the worst? Well, Lucinda Walker could be a next of kin of one of his victims and now she was about to have her revenge upon him and everyone that's had something to do with him. But `Walker´ - she thought about the name - no, there was no Walker in the whole file --- of course, she could have changed the name - but that was rather far-fetched. What else could it be: someone who had killed Lecter and now tried to kill her, but why? No not very plausible. Or it was just Dr. Walker who was scared as well and did not dare to get closer to Clarice. -----
There was another possibility - of course - but Clarice tried hard to not even think about it, that it maybe was him, that he just planned the whole thing and was not dead. No, Clarice, no they have the impression and it definitely was him - the FBI had closed the file because they had all the facts that proved that he was dead.
All of a sudden, the person slowly raised one hand and even slower waved. Then the stranger got back into the car. The lights were turned back on again. Clarice heard the engine and quietly watched when the car with the stranger dissolved.
She stood there a few minutes longer in the rain. Her shoes and socks wet from the rain. She still trembled, but she was relieved and oddly calm. She realized one thing that all time should have been clear to her.
~°~ to be continued ~°~