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The cool wind blew past her broken, cold features chilling the long strands of reddish brown hair that covered her now frozen feeling neck. Quivering chills spun down her lightly covered spine making her body shake as subject to the wind. She turned immediately to catch what she had seen in full view. ?Damn that thing can run what ever the hell it is.? She thought, her steely blue eyes catching hold of a dark figure just before it was consumed by the black of the woods, just off of the flat field. It had been hunched over like an animal just as it hit the trees but she couldn?t take a chance. It could have been a suspect in the ?situation? if there was indeed a ?situation?. In a split second she took off after it. She ran as fast as she could, the cold sophocating wind beating at her face and limbs, her brown/red hair swooped up in an almost elegant stream behind her.
She got to the woods in a mere thirty seconds. "Stop! FBI!" she yelled, her throat hot with breath, the steam of it smoothly gliding into the air as a cooling mist. "Fuck" she whispered under her breath. "Should I call for back up? No he?ll get away faster, better keep after him..er..it" She took off at the drop of a hat once again. She had to be very aware of her surroundings, as to not trip over a log or root.
He lay in the steady branches of an old oak, its trunk heavy and solid. He watched as the lovely bird stopped for a rest, her eyes flickering about the forest looking for the bug she had been chasing. "Little does she know, The hungry fox is in the tree, looking for some breakfast in the form of a little starling." He thought to himself as he watched her breath seep out of her nose and mouth like a sole escaping a dying body. He jumped down from the form consuming branches of the tree, landing on the cold, mellow hearth of the ground.
Clarice stopped, he heart pounding, she had heard the loud thump, descending from a tree behind her, she then heard loud, fierce cleats beating the cold, chilly ground in a steady rhythm. "Shit" She turned swiftly, her hand flying to the blue, leather holster that concealed her smooth colt .45. "Stop! Stand where you are!" She screamed, the boldness in her voice shattered him. So this was what Jame had done to her? He had instilled fear and bravery in the little bird's heart.
The once thin figure stood before her, now tall and athletically built. "Good, now turn around and put your hands in the air. Now!" She now held her .45 in the strength of her hands; the cool icy metal seemed to turn her palms and fingers to a freezing likeness. "Hey little birdy." a calm, yet almost ecstatic voice bounced off of the trees and rasped into her ears. "I said turn, I'll shoot you sir if you don't follow my orders!" she said back just as calmly. Was that fear? Yes. He could detect fear in her voice.
"Would you really put a bullet in my side just for running Ms. Starling?? A crude, unnerving smile flashed across his face. At just that moment Clarice's arm shook ever so slightly and he knew this was an opportune moment to strike. He sprang at her, his arms out; he removed the gun from her grasp. Just as he did this the first heavy snowflakes fell onto the now shocked Clarice's black woolen cap. Before she could asses what was going on she was on the ground being covered by his body.
"Get off me!!" she screamed, his hands grabbing at her throat and jacket zipper. She began to struggle even harder once the reality of the situation hit her after she began to feel the cold, due to the absence of her three jackets.
"No Clarice, do you know how long I've wanted to meet you?"
"Let go!!! Please!!!" her clamped throat bellowed. She could feel his other hand going over her frail frame.
Her knee bent up quickly, kneeing him in the groin. She shoved his whole off of herself and stood. She immediately began to run, her throat burnt with pain, breath and warm blood. He had had a knife in his hand. When she had kneed him he had cut her neck all the way down to her collar bone.
As she ran she made no effort to watch where she was going, branches cutting her face and now bare arms and roots tripping her feet. It was now snowing heavily and Clarice was at a loss considering she had been stripped of her jackets when almost raped by some freak. Her faded black shirt, blue jeans, cheap shoes and black beanie were all that kept her from the elements. Her formerly black shirt was now a pinkish color, covered in snow and her own blood. She stopped for a single breath behind a tree, her heart raced franticly in her chest.
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