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Chapter 6: The Revenge

Doctor Hannibal Lecter was fighting ruthlessly but his attention was on his daughter. She was quick and her opponents had no chance. Like a dancer she did pirouettes. She was twirling and spinning between her enemies and brought death. When being attacked she responded with double force. No rush and no mistakes. Hannibal stopped and stood next to Matt. He checked his condition and reassured him with a short statement: "You'll be fine". Lecter turned around again to look at Melissa as she was now breaking someone's leg like it was a wooden stick. When the last man was lying dead, she straightened herself and looked around. Screams lingered in the air mixed with the stench of death. When she found what she was looking for a devious smile spread across her face. Led by Lecter's gaze, she approached a skinny man lying on the boxes in the corner of the room. The man was motionless but semiconscious. Revenge tastes like human blood in a throat, like a vein stuck between the teeth, like a human flesh and swallowed agony of a victim. Hannibal frowned a little in distaste. It was such a waste of meat, which could be roasted in good wine.

A big silver jaguar rolled on a pavement burning rubber and making the passenger next to the driver plunge into his seat, and jerked to a halt. Normally, the passenger would be delighted but now he had no power over the steering wheel and that made him terrified.

"What the fuck are you doing?! You're mad or what?! I'm getting the hell out of here!" he screamed.

"Shut up and let me think!" the driver yelled and aimed their .45 at his head. After a second of hesitation the boy sighed and voicelessly cursed. Clarice hid her gun and looked around. She was on the Hilton Street and round the corner supposed to be that warehouse. "Any civilians?" she thought to herself automatically but on the second thought "Fuck civilians!"

She stormed out of the car, slammed the door and said:

"Listen carefully. Now you're gonna sit here like a good little boy and pretend that you don't exist. If MY car is injured when I come back I'll kill you. If you're not here when I come back, I'll find you and THEN I'll kill you. Do I make myself clear or should I shoot your knees? Thought so."

When she got away, Trevor sighed deeply and immediately lightened up a cigarette with a trembling hand.

"I'm so fucking dead" he muttered to himself.

"Indeed" said a smooth voice next to him and Trevor felt a metallic item on his temple.

Mrs. O'Connor observed the building, counted the doors, windows and meters. Suddenly, a strange smell hit her nostrils. It was gunpowder. Something odd was going on here. Then, she noticed strange calmness on this part of a street. Nobody passed this area while other streets seemed rather crowdie. Silence was heavy and almost touchable. Her FBI instinct was screaming now. Just as she decided to check the area more carefully an agonizing scream pierced the air. Without a second thought she ran for the warehouse as if Lucifer himself was chasing her. She kicked the door ready to kill everyone within her shooting range. After a couple of heartbeats, her eyes adjusted to the mild light of the bulbs. Her heart stopped as she saw the massacre. Slowly her gaze moved over unnaturally convoluted bodies and stopped at Hannibal, who was holding a bloody Harpy in his right hand. Next to him was half lying Matt. His head was turned to the wall and slightly greenish. He was shaking visibly. She looked questionably at her husband. Something prevented her from moving. He wasn't looking at his wife. Clarice swallowed hard and moved her stare to the darkest corner of the warehouse where her sixteen years old daughter was standing. First she saw her nearly naked body covered in bruises and open wounds. Clarice almost run for her but in a second Melissa turned around and Mrs. O'Connor could easily see that she was chewing on something as blood dripped from her lips. Terror nailed Clarice's feet to the ground. Nothing made sense but after the initial shock she understood the connection between that something in her daughter's mouth and a half eaten human lying next to Melissa. Clarice stepped backed and leant against the wall not trusting her own legs to support her fully.

Hannibal looked at her finally and he was as composed as usual.

"It wasn't the best decision to come here, Clarice." His voice was like steel. He's never spoken to his wife like that.

Only Matt was breathing quickly. Desperately trying not to vomit he was sweating and spitting frequently. Clarice stormed to her son's side leaving the matter of her daughter aside for a moment.

"What was I supposed to do?! All I knew was that a psycho kidnapped my daughter! Do you think I could wait for you to rescue our children or die !" she yelled at him while checking on Matt. Lecter approached Melissa and put his coat around her.

"How did you find out where we are?" he asked Clarice.

"I was driving to the airport when I met Melissa's friends. The boy with red hair is in my car right now. We have to hurry. I have a really bad feeling. " she answered but refused to look at her daughter and husband. Instead, she tried to move her son to stand on his healthy leg. He did so with great effort. Lecter stood calmly like a statue.

Matt was standing at the wall and holding his hand close to his ribs to ease the throbbing pain.

"Where's my gun?" he asked his mother. She looked at him slightly surprised by his question.

"You don't have to fight. It's over now. We'll go to the airport and fly away from this place. Take a deep breath, base on me and we'll go to my car." she said but he didn't move.

"Matt, we have no time. You must move! I know it hurts but there's no time for that." she insisted while pulling him a little but he resisted her easily.

"It's over mom" he whispered slowly. She hardly heard him. Clarice grabbed him by his chin and forced him to look her in the eye.

"Look at me. Everything is okay. You're probably in a shock. But trust me. Everything will be perfectly fine. We're gonna get out of this place. Understood?" she said to him firmly.

Hannibal was listening silently. He looked around to find the cupboards full of medical tools. He took everything he needed and avoiding contact with bodies on the floor gave his daughter a chair and started to cure her wounds. Most of them needed stitches but weren't lethal. The wound on her leg was the deepest one. Melissa didn't utter a single word while her father was sewing her skin. She felt nothing. Just a strong sense of a accomplishment.

In the mean time, Clarice was trying to make her son move. But he was just standing like a lamb. Have you ever seen a lamb's death? It's just standing dazed and petrified. It won't move even when a dog is eating it. The lamb won't escape. It will stand and cry. Did you know that lambs do cry? Their tears are like human tears. Clarice was now looking at her son, who looked like a lamb too dumb to run for its own life. If she was stronger she would pick him up but Matt was too tall and too heavy. Besides, he wouldn't cooperate.

"Hannibal! It's not time for playing the Good Doctor! Come here and take him! I'm too weak and he's in shock!" she screamed at her husband "I'm talking to you! You'll cure her later. She's just fine!"

He didn't react at all to her pleas. After he cured most of Melissa's wounds, he asked without changing his position:

"Since when, Matt?"

Clarice stopped her movements immediately. She was dumbfounded by the sudden question and tried to comprehend the situation but something was definitely happening beyond her.

"Two years" answered Matt. Lecter nodded and turned around to face his son. Matt swallowed hard and tried to look boldly at his father but his trembling lip gave him away.

"I don't care if you kill me. It doesn't matter. It's over now and you know it."

Hannibal's maroon eyes went darker a few tones. Red sparkles appeared deep inside them.

"Can someone explain me what the fuck are you talking about!" yelled stunned Clarice. Lecter's eyes sent thrills down her spine. He silenced her with his gaze and then looked again at Matt.

"Was Melissa included?"

"No, she was supposed to be unharmed but now I realized that rescuing her was a major mistake. But never mind. It was worth it. Now you're all here. That makes everything a lot easier."

Lecter chuckled deep in his throat and looked at his confused wife. His words made no sense to her.

"Your son has sold us to FBI. They are waiting for us outside the building. I can already smell the fear and sweat of their bodies. They waited for us to finish these criminals. It wasn't a trap but a coincidence which our son used against us. He was spying on us and informing FBI. My congratulations Matt, I realized too late what's happening. You're a good agent just like your mom was. You're right. It's over. "