Same stuff as usual: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS.- the end.
(By the way this story is set after Silence)
DyranHunter, I am sorry my chapters are so horribly short. ('') next chapter I promise will be longer. Thanks for your comment.
Oh how he loved there games. He would miss them dearly after tonight, for this would be his little Starlings last game. He would allow her to play no more. He slowly walked down the land bridge, his heart pounding just as it had for the entirety of a year and a half. She had been the only person to cause his heart to flare into a heavy pounding this intensely if at all. He took a deep, invigorating breath of cold air, and started off in a steady (but abnormally elegant) jog back to his newly bought home, it's a shame he would have to sell it so soon, he didn't want to be connected to the body that closely, though he knew he would be the prime, first, and perhaps only suspect in her murder.
Clarice headed further into the corn stalks. It seemed to her as though she was venturing into the woods of the great fable Hansel and Gretal, imagining there would be an evil witch at the end of her journey, only she had no bread crumbs to be followed by and no one to keep her company. She was oddly entertained with the thought of Hannibal "the cannibal" Lecter being the witch of the story, wanting to boil her bones and eat her. She could see him clearly wearing a feathered witch's hat and a fake wart on his nose. A wicked smile fell upon her face, twisting her features in child like configuration. Suddenly the image turned into a crude Jack Crawford, holding a sickle, his cold shaded eyes mentally burning into her, causing her slight physical pain.
She almost wished Lecter was here, with her. "My life at the FBI's over anyway. I might as well run away with a monster." Her mind provoked. "No, no you don't starling, he would make it all worse" her mind chirped back, almost as if against itself, the voice resounded through her. Clarice ventured on further into the long stalks, suddenly aware of everything around her. Footsteps! She could hear footsteps drawing nearer to her. She listened to the soft patting of heavy feet on the soft, moistened ground. "Shit…" she whispered to herself as they drew closer, her mined racked her for an answer to the question pegging the corners of her mind, daring to slit them until the answer was discovered. Her mind went through this process in less than two seconds, out of habit. She finally decided and waited patiently for the sound to get three feet away from her.
He was still jogging when Clarice ran out before him, straight in his pathway. He had barely enough time and space to stop before he would hit her. Quickly he elegantly removed his harpy, ready to stop her how ever necessary. Clarice however did not stop and practically stabbed herself with his hand.
"So the plot thickens." His metallic voice seeped into her ears as quickly as the blood seeped from her hip. She looked down just in time to see him begin to twist the harpy's handle.
A/N: Ok once again I need some reviews. OR, I will go no further. Please I would like to know if you liked it or disliked it.
Ta- Qs