Chapter 3..(finally!)
Beaten: Part 3 Awakenings
Hannibal Lecter lies still in the darkened room. Still at least to our eyes. Deep inside, deeper inside than we could ever wish to venture, there is frenzied movements. Deep inside his own mind, past even the walls of his memory palace, Lecter is battling furiously to free himself from the binding black swamp of unconciousness that his assailants had beaten him into. With laboured strokes he was rising up and up, the blackness was thinning and finally, for the first time in over three days, his head broke the surface and he was back.
The only sign of this victory in the cool bed of the harsh world of reality is the virtually unnoticeable change in the rooms light spread as twin maroon capped pools are finally unveiled to absorb their light.
Dr Hannibal Lecter inhales raggedly as he comes to himself fully. He manages to still the incessant swirling of his thoughts enough to think straight and the rush of events before this awakening finally fall back into place. As they go he sees flashes of each memory. The cherry blossom petals dancing in the wind out his office window; the sickening twitch of knowing on Will Graham's face; the white bonnet of a patrol car rushing up fast as he is slammed against it; the nervous face of a young trainee through netting and glass; the final sight of this trainee, being dragged from him, fierce determination set in her jaw line; plush hotel carpet beneath his feet .then the last memory swings into place. Cold metal clipped to his wrists outside the opera house, the gleeful scorn in Krendler's voice as he reads his sentence to him. The needle, the lethal injection, death. So why..
Dr Lecter painfully rises a little so he is propped on his elbows and scans the room. His nose tips upward slightly as he inhales then his eyes widen. A scent enters his nose that he could recognise anywhere. Special Agent Clarice Starling. For once the doctor is more than a little confused. Without complementing his ego he could find reasons she would help him for but to jeopardise the career she still loved so much and go against the morals and rules that had trapped her since childhood, he needed to speak with her. He was intrigued, she often seemed to have that effect on him. No sound from the other parts of the building, but that was to be expected as if the glowing alarm clock was correct, it was 2am.
Slowly he climbed out of the bed and padded slowly around the room to the door, careful not to disturb anything as he went. He paused at the door, he could now hear soft breathing on the other side. His eyes flashed in the darkness as he passed through a bar of moonlight from the window and into the next room.
Clarice Starling lay sleeping on the sofa, moonlight illuminating her from the window in bars of light and shade. Dr Lecter stopped dead and silently observed her, head tilted. The blanket covering her torso had slipped off her legs but was drawn right up to her nose. A slight frown as Lecter noticed and stealthily advanced on the still form. As his fingers curled round the hood of material covering her face he could feel her breath on his hand, regular, hot gusts, then he pulled it down until the moonlight crept onto all of her face. A slight hitch in her breathing and a tiny frown as the air cooled her face, Dr Lecter stopped his administrations and simply kneeled next to her head. A flutter behind her eyelids then a more violent one then slowly her eyes opened. He watched intently as she saw him there, her eyes widened and he instinctively jumped backwards. "Jesus!" she gasped her voice still hoarse from sleep. "Good Morning, Clarice." He said quietly.
Thanks for reading!!Sorry about the huge wait between chapters 2 and 3 ..4's comin' real soon.promise!!
Beaten: Part 3 Awakenings
Hannibal Lecter lies still in the darkened room. Still at least to our eyes. Deep inside, deeper inside than we could ever wish to venture, there is frenzied movements. Deep inside his own mind, past even the walls of his memory palace, Lecter is battling furiously to free himself from the binding black swamp of unconciousness that his assailants had beaten him into. With laboured strokes he was rising up and up, the blackness was thinning and finally, for the first time in over three days, his head broke the surface and he was back.
The only sign of this victory in the cool bed of the harsh world of reality is the virtually unnoticeable change in the rooms light spread as twin maroon capped pools are finally unveiled to absorb their light.
Dr Hannibal Lecter inhales raggedly as he comes to himself fully. He manages to still the incessant swirling of his thoughts enough to think straight and the rush of events before this awakening finally fall back into place. As they go he sees flashes of each memory. The cherry blossom petals dancing in the wind out his office window; the sickening twitch of knowing on Will Graham's face; the white bonnet of a patrol car rushing up fast as he is slammed against it; the nervous face of a young trainee through netting and glass; the final sight of this trainee, being dragged from him, fierce determination set in her jaw line; plush hotel carpet beneath his feet .then the last memory swings into place. Cold metal clipped to his wrists outside the opera house, the gleeful scorn in Krendler's voice as he reads his sentence to him. The needle, the lethal injection, death. So why..
Dr Lecter painfully rises a little so he is propped on his elbows and scans the room. His nose tips upward slightly as he inhales then his eyes widen. A scent enters his nose that he could recognise anywhere. Special Agent Clarice Starling. For once the doctor is more than a little confused. Without complementing his ego he could find reasons she would help him for but to jeopardise the career she still loved so much and go against the morals and rules that had trapped her since childhood, he needed to speak with her. He was intrigued, she often seemed to have that effect on him. No sound from the other parts of the building, but that was to be expected as if the glowing alarm clock was correct, it was 2am.
Slowly he climbed out of the bed and padded slowly around the room to the door, careful not to disturb anything as he went. He paused at the door, he could now hear soft breathing on the other side. His eyes flashed in the darkness as he passed through a bar of moonlight from the window and into the next room.
Clarice Starling lay sleeping on the sofa, moonlight illuminating her from the window in bars of light and shade. Dr Lecter stopped dead and silently observed her, head tilted. The blanket covering her torso had slipped off her legs but was drawn right up to her nose. A slight frown as Lecter noticed and stealthily advanced on the still form. As his fingers curled round the hood of material covering her face he could feel her breath on his hand, regular, hot gusts, then he pulled it down until the moonlight crept onto all of her face. A slight hitch in her breathing and a tiny frown as the air cooled her face, Dr Lecter stopped his administrations and simply kneeled next to her head. A flutter behind her eyelids then a more violent one then slowly her eyes opened. He watched intently as she saw him there, her eyes widened and he instinctively jumped backwards. "Jesus!" she gasped her voice still hoarse from sleep. "Good Morning, Clarice." He said quietly.
Thanks for reading!!Sorry about the huge wait between chapters 2 and 3 ..4's comin' real soon.promise!!