Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of Mr. Harris's characters. Just to let you all know. (Plus…I don't want to be sued.)
He stood over her, his eyes fierce and weathered. Clarice's thin uncovered figure shook and jerked in the cold of his newly rented cabin. His heart pounded as he watched her quiver, now in his arms. He brushed a few strands of red /brown hair from her face and kissed her cold forehead. Just as he began to pull away her eyes opened and she let out a blood curdling scream. "What the fuck Jack?!?!?" she yelled struggling to get up. She was immediately dizzy and was pushed back down by her boss Jack Crawford. "Calm down Clarice" he tried to keep her still as she struggled, getting dizzier with each movement. "Let go of me Sir!" Damn what the hell is he doing with me in this cabin…How long have I been out? She struggled more only to be knocked powerless with the butt of her own .45. She was laying on a soft futon, her eyes slightly closed in pain and confusion.
God Starling… she thought…what the hells wrong with you? Who knows what he did to you, and you still call him sir? Her thoughts were interrupted with Crawford's voice. "Starling don't try anything unless you want to be sick or hit again." He threatened into her ear. "Jack" she whispered in anger, her voice rising with each word. "What in hell's name are you doing, you basterd!" the last word came out as a scream. He only smiled at her, his teeth seemed yellow and uneven. She switched her weight from her back to her side, flipping over on the oversized brown futon. Looking towards the ground she witnessed her own blood falling from her cheek. Jack pushed her back over forcefully, shoving her hand into the edge of the futon, severely cutting the back of her hand. She yelped in pain making Crawford laugh. "Why you're here is I was the one who was meant to catch him. I was the one who was going to figure it out. But you had to catch him. You bitch! You stole my fame! My bragging right!" he pushed down on her entirety, making her scream again.
"What the fuck are you talking about Jack?!?!?" she yelled pushing him off of her for a split second. "You stole my fame Clarice I was supposed to put the clues together and catch Gumb!" He yelled into her face, spraying her with saliva. Finally she gave up all together and just laid there, motionless, starring into the eyes of the one person she admired, the one person she thought was truly good in the world. He wouldn't let her move, or reposition herself on the futon. "Please Crawford, let me at least try to warm myself. I'm freezing." He nodded at her request and smiled just as he had when they were in normal circumstances. "I'm so proud of you Starling," He paused. "Clarice." She slowly wrapped her thin arms around her slim body. She tried to seek as much warmth as she could from her over sized "Altoids" brand shirt and blue jeans. Maybe if I talk to him and try to reason this out he'll let me go, or I could find out what's wrong this isn't healthy… she thought as she began to warm a tiny bit.
Half an hour after Clarice had uneasily fallen asleep Hannibal Lecter emerged from a dark corner of the room. He stood in front of her and Jack, still in his Black jumper holding his old mouth guard in his left hand. "Good work jack. I didn't believe you were capable of such a deed." Jack looked up staring into the maroon eyes of the man that he believed to be the definition of crazy, and psycho. "Just don't hurt her anymore than I already have. She doesn't deserve this." He said standing up slowly walking towards Lecter.
A/N: ok once again I will wait to continue further until I get Five good reviews. Then I shall willingly and joyfully continue.
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