h a n n i b a l
LESSONS
a fanfic by JetNoir
Note: Just a warning, that I've bumped the story up to an 'R', to be on the safe side. My imagination went a bit macabre on this chapter! Oh, and there are some spoilers, but I suppose that is to be expected!
CHAPTER TWO
Dear Clarice,
I suppose you will be wondering why I have written to you in such quick succession. Well, expect more – this twisted story of ours will continue for some time yet. It is perhaps fortunate that you have been assigned to this particular case. Perchance you stop off at the FBI archives, requisition Will Graham's file on Francis Dolarhyde.
Yes, Clarice, it's not so different now, you see I know Revenant.
Surprised? I suppose that nothing could now, but...? I'm willing to give him to you, but are you, Clarice, willing to give me what I so desire? Hmmm, perhaps a little silence is required, Clarice. Will you take this titbit of information to your superiors or not?
Your choice, of course. Ah, how rude I am, a little clue for free, to show my good intentions. The little finger that is the key. What does the Revenant do with it?
How do I know that? The game continues, Clarice.
Hannibal Lecter.
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Dr Chilton leered over her as Clarice Starling wept. She was naked, and as she was desperately trying to cover herself, she turned and.
Jack Crawford's face was next to hers, shaking his head in disappointment at his protégés failure. Clarice ran on and.
The monster himself, Hannibal Lecter was at the end of the hall, in shackles, but...he was slowly taking them off. He smiled politely.
"Now, now Clarice, lets eat. Food will take your mind off things." Clarice gasped as she realised what he meant and.
A lamb ran towards her screaming, blood pouring from its eyes. Clarice shrieked as it leaped forward, its small sharp teeth sinking into he leg and.
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With a strangled scream, Clarice Starling woke up, and in a shocked surprise, fell out of her bed with a loud clump.
She disentangled herself form the bedclothes and checked the clock. 5:30am. She knew that she would never get to sleep now, so she got up, pulled a robe on, and went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
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However, Starling was not the only one who was finding it difficult to get to sleep, as thirty-two year old, mother-of-four Angela Grey cried bitterly and quietly on the cold dank cave that she was being incarcerated in. At the other end, the figure loomed silently watching her. It was faceless and eternal, or at least seemed that way to Gray's feverish mind.
Hours passed, and the thing was as still and silent as a statue.
Was it asleep? Surely it had too sometimes. Realising that she wasn't bound, she rose slowly and quietly to see what affect the action would have on her captor.
Nothing.
It didn't move, breath...anything. Angela Gray crept quietly and quickly towards the tunnel leading to the cave's entrance. When she turned the corner she breathed a sigh of relief. Free!
"I suppose you think that was terribly clever," a soft cultured voice said in front of her. Angela jumped and cried out in fright as Revenant appeared out of the darkness in front of her! It sighed wearily.
"You really are becoming a bother madam. Perhaps I should just kill you now, and get it over with. However, you are the first that have tried to escape, and for that I applaud you; your courage is unquestionable. In fact I am almost tempted to let you go. Almost."
"But how were you in two places at-" Angela was interrupted as Revenant gently pushed her into the cave, and pulled out a gun, aiming it at Angela's head. It pulled the trigger, and the cavern echoed with a loud bang. A moment later, Angela twisted and gazed in horror at the black clad figure lying dead on the floor, feathers flying out of the mask. It was just a large doll.
"You were just toying with me," Angela whispered, "like a pet dog."
"Yes," Revenant replied simply, "a very apt simile. However, although I am enjoying our banter, I'm afraid that our time has run out. Au Revoir, and please say hello to the big guy from me."
With shocking speed, it reached out to Angela, spun her around and elegantly snapped her neck, ending her life painlessly, with all the grace and poise of a ballet dancer. Not quite satisfied however it reached into its clothing and pulled out a flick-knife. The blade slid out, and reflected the light from the scant fire. Revenant twisted its hand and forcefully cut the little finger of her hand off. It then gently wrapped the severed digit in some cloth, and in a breath of wind, disappeared.
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LONDON
"We've picked him up. He's back in D.C."
"Now I wonder why that would be."
"We're unsure to. Since the liquidation of Verger's estate, we presumed that he would remain in hiding for some time."
"But didn't he say in that letter to Starling that he was 'coming out of retirement'. Perhaps he means to see her again. Also, there are these new letters. Begin to tail Starling, with any luck, he'll come to her."
"Understood. What about this Revenant, though?"
"Don't worry. I'll soon take care of the young upstart."
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Hannibal Lecter smiled at the familiar smells of Washington poured over him. His flat was small, but satisfactory, and as he walked into a bookshop he remembered that last time that he'd been here. Lecter was glad that Verger was dead, especially in that particular way. Such sweet, poetic justice, and now...the possibilities were endless.
His eyes drifted to the Classics section, and his hand found:
Le Rouge et Le Noir. An English translation of, not the original, but still. Scarlet and Black. Blood and Night.
If on a winter's night, a traveller. Lecter raised an eyebrow, this was quite an obscure title, and again a translation. It didn't matter much though, Hannibal was sure that he would survive.
The Divine Comedy. He nearly laughed out loud! In his hurried departure from Firenze, he had left his copy behind. Still smiling he grabbed it.
With the books tucked securely under his arm, he left the shop to find some lunch, and a nice glass of Chianti...
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Note: I know (for some reason) that everybody believes the liver/fava bean quote was with Chianti, and unless it's different in the film version of Silence of the Lambs (which I have not seen), then the book states that it is Amarone, which is something completely different! Anyhoos, what's going on in London, and what is Revenant going to do with that finger? Find out next chapter, as the body count rises, and an old face is called upon! Hope you enjoyed it, and please review!
Disclaimer: Hannibal is copyright to Thomas Harris; and the story to me. This story has been written on the understanding that you may read it and print it out; but you may not pass it off as your own, hire it out, or sell it for money. You also may not put it on your own or any other web page without my express written permission. Thankyou!
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