Disclaimer: you know…these get OLD. BUT I do not wish to be sued. So…..I suppose I shall include this. So here it goes…I do NOT own any of these characters… and…yea…I think you get it.
(Capitalization) Third chapter, please enjoy, if feasible.
A deep, chilling wind blew over her pale, dew covered body, slightly freezing her into the muddy, matted stalks of corn. She suddenly awoke, quivering with the cold of late fall turning into winter. She had been unconscious for several hours, the drugs still at work. Before standing she assessed her surroundings. She was lying on her back in a patch of mud, and was closed in on all sides with corn stalks, each grown tall and thin, birthing with yellow ears of corn. She slowly stood and took a better look around. Her back and hair were saturated in mud and little brown chunks of ice that stuck to her skin. She looked herself over, she had been stripped and redressed; she now wore a brilliant maroon ball gown, its layers of fabric reaching around her. She felt naked to the world in its spaghetti strap top, being unprotected by her usual black or blue business suite.
Hannibal Lecter stood on a small land bridge he had built himself into the corn field; he was the only one who knew the small path to it. To his eyes he held a pair of sleek binoculars, his hands gloved and warm. He slowly lowered the powerful binoculars and looked to the fog sifted skies, his eyes shiny with the morn. He had slept but half an hour, his time cut short by his interest being caught up in the thought of his little Starling and they game they would soon play. He had missed her child like manner, he discovered as he watched her peer around the corn stalks as though the very devil was hiding behind one of the thin, ill looking stalks; she seemed to fit in amongst them, thin and alone, she only stood out because of the maroon dress she was so elegantly draped in and her eyes.
Her eyes. He could see them as clear as day, even without the binoculars pressed to his cheeks. They were a crisp blue, they told her story, her sorrows; all without her knowledge. She was always trying to play the soldier, the one true person with no fear, no doubt, but her eyes… They were the roads into her true thoughts. Through his sleek, black binoculars he looked at her, making sure to check her hand and cheek, both of which he bandaged up. He was still in a sense of aw, mesmerized by the way Crawford had been able to hurt her with out flinching a single time. "I wouldn't want to be in a cell with him" he though chuckling silently at the untruth of his thoughts.
She began to look around, not sure of her surroundings. "Find out where you are Starling, Better yet find out where HE is, before he finds YOU." She thought her arms down at her sides in a straight line, as though there were boards tied to them. She took one last look at the spot in the field in which she stood. Slowly she pushed her way into the thick jumble of corn stalks.
A/N: ok once again. This time three good reviews and I'll continue. Also I would like to know (if you don't like it) what I could possibly improve it.