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Just as he walked into the stunning, beautifully painted corridor of the gigantic country house it began to poor. The cool silver drops fell to the bewildered ground, freezing on contact and visibly tearing into the ground. As he walked further down the corridor the limp body in his arms began to stir, her face marked with mud and pain. "Shhh Clarice, calm yourself, shhhhh..." he whispered into her ear, admiring her beauty even through pain and mud, she would always be more beautiful than any other in his eyes, even as he would watch her die.
He thought about his feelings about her. Anger, interest, frustration, fear, joy...Love? No not love...... obsession? It was neither. He was not in love with her and felt no love for her...except as perhaps a fatherly or brotherly love...and this feeling was not quite obsession; true, he did think of her at least thirty seconds of everyday, often more. He often thought about her subconsciously, without realizing it and suddenly the thought of her lambs would cross his mind and he would realize she was on his mind, but other than that no, it couldn't be obsession.
Suddenly her body began to shiver violently in his arms, making his chest shake and his heart beat wearily. She was going into shock from blood loss and fear. His heart pounded in his chest. What was he doing? Could he really live with the memory of killing the only person who thought of him as sane, as a human, not the monster he was so believed to be by so many? His pace quickened and was almost in a full sprint as he finally made it to the back room of his home. The door of the room was tall and crimson in color; it looked as though it was colored with his Clarice's blood.
He quickly opened the door and shut it behind him. In the room was a silver, chilled steel surgeons table. The only covering on it was a thick white pillow to hold the patients head in a soft caress. Along the walls were surgical photos and Xrays. Also the walls were covered in plentiful cabinets concealing scalpels, needles, gloves and many other surgical utensils. He set Clarice's quivering body down on the cold steel with the care of a mother setting down an ill child, trying the best not to disturb the illness or arouse it further. He set her on her side and unzipped the back of the maroon dress that engulfed her in its plentiful yards of fabric; it revealed a blood stained red, thin, back. Her spine was very visible as she curled into a small ball, like a cat trying to stay warm on a cold floor.
He pressed a pressure point on her spine he knew would only hurt her enough to make her uncurl. It worked and he pulled the dress off from her feet. It slid off easily in the blood that seemed to incase her in its mass. For a brief moment she looked up at him, with all her strength she stared at him, her eyes cold and milky looking. Her lips pale and cracked. Then she was out. Her head slammed to the pillow. "Clarice?" his voice portrayed nothing but his mind was in pain. He reached to her wrist to feel her pulse. It was there and oddly strong for the situation. He also, to make sure and re assure himself, tilted his ear to her heart. It was beating just as strongly as her pulse revealed. He had thought he lost her. A smile crossed his face as he went to a near by cabinet and removed a scalpel. He began to carve at her side, trying to remove something... A small trace of blood sprayed to his face. Her lightly freckled face shone bright in the pale room, her lambs began to scream louder than ever, and her hands grasped another's, feeling cold steel in the mix and a sharp edge...
A/N; Yaya!!! Its longer!!! Wooo!! But anyway. If you guys think this chapter is of beat please tell me. I'm trying to decide if it fits myself. Ok I need five reviews or I will not finish...I will refuse to continue. I would like your comments. (good or bad) I hope you enjoyed. They are very helpful, thank you.
-Qs.
P.S. I love my mommy, daddy, and brother.