Disclaimer: These characters are not the creation of my imagination, they have been thought up by Mr. Tomas Harris. The story is all my imagination and thought. So just don't copy it.
Elegant ball gowns and masks surrounded her in the pale light of the silver, candle lit chandeliers that hovered twenty feet above the dancers. The dancers around her were dressed elegantly in top hats and corsets. Each man was leading a lady in a waltz with one exception. A masked man in the further most corner of the room. Upon his face was set a fine wolves mask, its grey whiskers loomed above a ferocious snarling mouth. This man was the most elegantly dressed of them all. He wore a sleek black top hat and suit. His undershirt was a deep grey color and his tie was the color of blood.
He had spotted her from quite a distance; she was dressed breathtakingly in a fragile, deep blue, black and yellow dress; its sleeves reaching down to her middle fingers where they were attached by a single, ring like loop. Her reddish brown hair was tied in a bundle of braids that formed a profound bun. However he could not see her face, for she wore a white lambs mask, its off white color accentuated by her dress.
She could feel another's hand touching her own, along with the cool touch of metal. She looked down to her hands to find she was being given a gun. It was an old nineteenth century dueling pistol. She nodded to her masked accomplice that had handed it to her. She raised the fire arm to the ceiling and let one loud shot cry out. The floor of dancers immediately same to a halt as several screams sounded. Her line of vision drifted to the ceiling as it appeared to begin to unravel. She looked back into the crown for a moment, and then let another loud shot go once again into the ceiling. As soon as the impact became visible the rest of the room melted away from the top down, as though the dome like room had had paint tipped over it and as the paint slid down the sides of the room it changed.
She now stood in the center of a cold, damp, cement dungeon. She was back at the Baltimore institute for the criminally insane. Standing about several feet in front of her was Hannibal the cannibal Lecter. He stood at full height and seemed to tower over her. She found herself opening her mouth to speak, but his words came out. "How very slippery of you agent Starling…do you really think you can dissect me with this blunt little tool?" she mimicked her own accent. "No I was just hoping you cu-" her fathers voice came from the lips of a killer. She took control of her movements and words and began to walk forward as close as she could get to the glass that separated them.
"How did you do that?" her voice trailed off. "You've never met my father, he died before you could have, he was killed by people just like you!" her voice had raised to a scream. "Barney?" her father's voice boomed down the hall. "Coming Mr. Starling." Another voice answered, it echoed off of the walls and into her ears. Their was a loud clang as the big orderly, Barney, made his way to the cell. She watched him walk down the hall. He took a small book from "Mr." Starling and said "Thanks Robert"
"What?" her mind raced "Now for you Clarice, I'm sorry but I have to put your mask back on you for getting rambunctious." He stepped around the cell, the brown mouth guard in his hands. She once again lost control of her movements, however this time it was because of Barney. He held her cold hands behind her back in what seemed to be a death grip. With his Free hand he slid the mask over her face and tied it. He then let go of her hands and quickly scurried out of the cell, making sure to lock the door.
She could smell him; even feel his breath with the mask on. She coughed, trying to release all of the scent and air of the mask from her lungs. She felt gruesome and tired. She looked around the closed cell and decided the small metal cot would have to do. She lay down and began to close her eyes. So this was what it was like to be Hannibal Lecter…A single lamb screamed into eternity.
A/N: well i need reviews. Sorry it took so long for this chapter.
P.S. : i looove my perants and brother.