Iuncti Pacem (lat. joined in peace) ---- Part 7: Trip to Insanity
by Sacara
disclaimers: the usual ..
author's note: .. Our Clarice tries desperately to find the GD . will he let her find him . ??? that is for me to know and you to find out. thanks for the comment and your interest .. keep them coming :) .
I apologize for the horrible delay but I real life just wouldn't let me get back to writing stories .... sorry again. Hope you're still interested :)
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A little air hole woke her out of her reverie. Clarice sighed deeply. She looked out of the window and enjoyed the sight. It was great to be that high above. 'One day I'll have to learn how to fly a helicopter' she thought and smiled. Air planed didn't interest her that much. It was nice to travel like this, and they were comfortable but it was a lot more exciting to go by helicopter. She had had the opportunity several times at work. Her thoughts wandered to different topics
'Dead End' - His words sprang to her mind again and she wondered if this trip turned out to be a complete mistake or if he'd just tried to confuse her. She scoffed. It would be just like him to play games. He loved games. She had to chuckle in spite of herself. She still could not quite believe what she was about to do. She tried to find him and to hunt him down, and then? Well, that was to be decided later, wasn't it? She felt a small tingle of excitement in the pit of her stomach. 'Get a grip girl' she demanded from herself. She didn't really know what it was she was so excited about. Well actually, of course she knew, but she wouldn't allow herself to even let her mind drift away into such dangerous areas.
Clarice sat up straight, as if that bought her back to the facts of life. But wasn't that the real problem: what were the facts of life? Hadn't they changed quite a bit? If she was frank, and she tried hard to be, her principles and somehow her morals and ethics had changed or even more turned to be upside down. She, Clarice Starling, federal agent of the FBI loved a criminal fugitive, a mass murderer and one of the worst kind, maybe the worst. She loved him, she really loved him, truly, madly, deeply ... it was her open secret. Now, how was she supposed to love him, to even live with him? She couldn't allow her to think about those things, because then the possibility to go insane was even higher than it already was. Clarice rubbed the bridge of her nose to force away the threatening headache. She unfastened her seat belt, stood up, collected herself and walked over to the small air plane toilet. She washed her face. The cool water helped a little, but it did not do much to calm her down. Clarice unlocked the door again and closed it quietly after herself. While she turned around to walk back to her seat a familiar scent filled her nostrils. Immediately she searched every seat to find him, but there was no sight of him. Could she have been mistaken. It was his after shave she knew that for sure, but of course he wouldn't be the only one to wear it. She shook her head slightly and walked back to her seat. When she had passed the third row in the front she noticed the scent was coming from some man who was travelling with his family.
She was probably slowly losing her mind. Clarice sighed again.
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It rained strongly in Canada, and it was cold. Clarice went to rent a car. She bought a road map and fetched the rental car.
With a low thud she closed the door of the rental, picked up her bag and got out the small piece of paper with the address and the note from Hannibal. 'Dead End, Clarice' ... again the words run through her mind. She brooded about it again, but without any result. What in hell did he mean by that? She couldn't make sense of it. Finally she tugged it away again started the engine and drove off.
After some miles she had the funny feeling that someone was following her. A dark car followed her every move. She tried it out and turned left all of a sudden, then pulled up. Clarice waited. No car in sight. After some minutes she gave up and was persuaded that she had just imagined the persecutor, but then the car turned the corner. Her heart skipped a beat. It was a dark green Jaguar. His favorite car. Could it be him?
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Clarice drove on and accelerated. 'Come on Hannibal, or whoever you are - chase me!' she whispered.
--- to be continued ---
disclaimers: the usual ..
author's note: .. Our Clarice tries desperately to find the GD . will he let her find him . ??? that is for me to know and you to find out. thanks for the comment and your interest .. keep them coming :) .
I apologize for the horrible delay but I real life just wouldn't let me get back to writing stories .... sorry again. Hope you're still interested :)
~°~°~
A little air hole woke her out of her reverie. Clarice sighed deeply. She looked out of the window and enjoyed the sight. It was great to be that high above. 'One day I'll have to learn how to fly a helicopter' she thought and smiled. Air planed didn't interest her that much. It was nice to travel like this, and they were comfortable but it was a lot more exciting to go by helicopter. She had had the opportunity several times at work. Her thoughts wandered to different topics
'Dead End' - His words sprang to her mind again and she wondered if this trip turned out to be a complete mistake or if he'd just tried to confuse her. She scoffed. It would be just like him to play games. He loved games. She had to chuckle in spite of herself. She still could not quite believe what she was about to do. She tried to find him and to hunt him down, and then? Well, that was to be decided later, wasn't it? She felt a small tingle of excitement in the pit of her stomach. 'Get a grip girl' she demanded from herself. She didn't really know what it was she was so excited about. Well actually, of course she knew, but she wouldn't allow herself to even let her mind drift away into such dangerous areas.
Clarice sat up straight, as if that bought her back to the facts of life. But wasn't that the real problem: what were the facts of life? Hadn't they changed quite a bit? If she was frank, and she tried hard to be, her principles and somehow her morals and ethics had changed or even more turned to be upside down. She, Clarice Starling, federal agent of the FBI loved a criminal fugitive, a mass murderer and one of the worst kind, maybe the worst. She loved him, she really loved him, truly, madly, deeply ... it was her open secret. Now, how was she supposed to love him, to even live with him? She couldn't allow her to think about those things, because then the possibility to go insane was even higher than it already was. Clarice rubbed the bridge of her nose to force away the threatening headache. She unfastened her seat belt, stood up, collected herself and walked over to the small air plane toilet. She washed her face. The cool water helped a little, but it did not do much to calm her down. Clarice unlocked the door again and closed it quietly after herself. While she turned around to walk back to her seat a familiar scent filled her nostrils. Immediately she searched every seat to find him, but there was no sight of him. Could she have been mistaken. It was his after shave she knew that for sure, but of course he wouldn't be the only one to wear it. She shook her head slightly and walked back to her seat. When she had passed the third row in the front she noticed the scent was coming from some man who was travelling with his family.
She was probably slowly losing her mind. Clarice sighed again.
°~°..............°~°
It rained strongly in Canada, and it was cold. Clarice went to rent a car. She bought a road map and fetched the rental car.
With a low thud she closed the door of the rental, picked up her bag and got out the small piece of paper with the address and the note from Hannibal. 'Dead End, Clarice' ... again the words run through her mind. She brooded about it again, but without any result. What in hell did he mean by that? She couldn't make sense of it. Finally she tugged it away again started the engine and drove off.
After some miles she had the funny feeling that someone was following her. A dark car followed her every move. She tried it out and turned left all of a sudden, then pulled up. Clarice waited. No car in sight. After some minutes she gave up and was persuaded that she had just imagined the persecutor, but then the car turned the corner. Her heart skipped a beat. It was a dark green Jaguar. His favorite car. Could it be him?
°~°.................°~°
Clarice drove on and accelerated. 'Come on Hannibal, or whoever you are - chase me!' she whispered.
--- to be continued ---