Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of Mr. Harris's Characters. He owns the all in full….Though it would be convenient to rent them for a small fee of….well lets not go into detail. (I also do not own Tim Burtons characters from The Nightmare before Christmas.)
The soft sound of laughter filled the streets as if lightly set down by the hands of autumn. The gentle, setting sun's glow tinted the air a color of pale orange. Tiny figures seemed to be swept out into the street by the soft bursts of cool air. The brown, orange, red and yellow leaves of the old oak trees were pushed from their wooded homes and into the darkening neighborhood. As the street filled with the essence of night candles, porch lights and carved pumpkins were lit, casting a soft glow upon the smiling faces of children.
It was Halloween and everyone was enjoying it but Clarice Starling. She sat with one leg tucked under the other, a manila folder on her lap, consisting of three inaccurately written physiological profiles written on Dr. Lecter. With the street suddenly darkening, Clarice found it harder and harder to read with every minute. She bent down from the off white bench she was sitting on the grab the candle and lighter that were resting near her blue front door. After it was lit Clarice starred thoughtlessly at the small, orange flame. The air began to smell intensely of ginger bread. Finally deciding it was enough light to read by. "Is mentally incapable of making since even to ones self." Clarice read aloud, her mouth hanging open in a yawn.
"Who the hell wrote this? What a son of a" her voice broke off as she spotted the biggest blob of children she had ever seen, not including her few visits to the local elementary school on a case, coming towards her. Standing before her were fifteen little kids, each yelled "Trick or treat" at what seemed to be then exact same time. Clarice arose to her feet and reached back for the small bowl of candies as she examined the children's costumes. There were three witches, two ghosts, one hulk, two mummies, three vampires, one butterfly girl, one Charlie Chaplin, one bum and…Clarice stood still, dead in her tracks. The fifteenth child was dressed as Dr Hannibal Lecter. She blinked furiously until the boys costume came into the clear of her mind. He was dressed as an evil clown, with a mouth guard not to much unlike Lecter's.
Clarice quickly shoved the last handful of candy into the young boys bag and smiled half heartedly as the fifteen children skipped off into the night with there parents. Clarice looked slowly down to the lime green bowl in her hand. It was empty. Perfect. She thought. Now she could finally get her mind off of Lecter and onto something truly entertaining. Clarice hurriedly opened her front door after putting the small candle out. Locking it behind herself she walked into the kitchen which was to her immediate left. She opened a dark brown wooden cabinet revealing a small box of popcorn packages. She removed one and put it into the microwave. She then ran, full sprint into her living room jumping onto her red couch, bouncing up once just to be met face to face by one of her red cushions. She laughed loudly as she sat up examining the row of video tapes set across her coffee table. "Hmm…Which to choose…Nightmare on Elm street? No…Halloween 1…or 2? NO!! Friday the 13th? Nah…Texas chainsaw massacre? NO! I'll start with the easy stuff." She decided out loud, picking up the video cassette of "Tim Burtons The Nightmare before Christmas.
Just as she pushed the video cassette into the VCR the microwave timer went off. She bolted into the kitchen, found a small purple bowl and poured half of the bag of popcorn into it. She walked this time slowly back to her couch, careful not to spill anything. She sat down and prepared to watch one of her favorite movies. About half an hour later there came a loud tapping on her front window, making her turn in surprise. The bowl of popcorn had been long gone and now lay on the floor. She looked back to the TV once the tapping stopped.
She watched the screen as Jack and Sally discussed Jack's "Santy Clause" outfit. The loud tapping once again started up, seemingly getting louder with each rap. She stood and paused the movie, walking to the window assuming it was a teenager trick or treating late just to annoy people. She opened the shades a little to find a tall dark figure. She could tell it wasn't a female, but she couldn't see its face. She tapped back on the window signaling for the person to go to the door. Near the door was a short white dresser which in the first drawer concealed her .45. She opened and laid her hand on the gun just incase. She opened the door slightly and quickly said "I have no more candy sorry." She began to close the door when a strong hand interrupted the process.
She had removed her hand from the gun when she was shutting door and was caught off guard when the door was held open by the person outside. That caused her to loose balance just as she heard a horrifyingly familiar, metallic voice say "that's not what I want Clarice." She turned trying to reach for the gun but had a chloroform soaked cloth shoved over her mouth and nose. She finally reached the gun and slowly brought it to the intruders head just as she passed out and began to fall to the ground, dropping the gun to the floor by the intruder's feet. The last thing she remembered feeling was two strong hands catching her as she fell.
A/N: Ok if I get positive feed back ( reviews) I will continue.