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A/N: God it took me soo long to update but I'm here and I made this chapter extra long for you :) I was supposed to visit my family today but I didn't (Yeah :) so I had time to write. It's so late now. Nearly an hour after midnight! I'm tired and sleepy so I make myself quick. Thank you again for your support and I still have some hope that more people will join us and review soon (Yes, I'm talking to YOU stranger :) sorry for my grammar it's really late but I want to give you this chapter as soon as possible.

Chapter 7: The Revenge

. She looked straight into Matt's eyes searching for denial but she found ferocity instead.

"What the hell are you trying to say?! Matt, tell me it's not true. Deny it! It's impossible! But…how would you inform the FBI?"

But Matt didn't answer. Instead, he moved slowly away and based on a cupboard some steps away from his mother.

Lecter answered instead of him. "You're an Ex-Special Agent, Clarice. You should have figured it out by know. "

She needed no more time to make conclusions. "All the time you were bugged ..." she said completely in shock. Her voice was panicky. The pieces created a highly disturbing picture shadowing over the peaceful life she used to believe was almost perfect.

"Indeed my dear. He hasn't planned to catch us here. We were supposed to be disposed of later. However, Mel was kidnapped and he decided that it's a great occasion to save her and escape somewhere far away from us. FBI would blackmail us and trade for our children or something equally foolish like that. We wouldn't expect that our children are in agreement with the agents and we would eagerly sell our lives for them. Matt expected Melissa to join him. Am I right?" Matt nodded tentatively and Lecter continued." You came here to save her. You even thought that you could allure me here to end this poor lost Son of art and fall into the trap. But my rescuing Melissa could change her attitude towards me and that could prove dangerous in the end. Besides, you were just too proud."

The boy was sweating and shaking uncontrollably with rage and fear. It was a deadly combination. Gritting his teeth he swallowed hard. His father was standing perfectly straight and neat even with blood all over his clothes.

"But something went wrong. You discovered that you're not GOOD enough to win this battle on your own. You whispered a few words to your bug device and your friends from FBI came to save you. I've seen them. They're hiding in their trucks, behind buildings, on the roof. But they waited until I arrived. You were merely a live-bait." He enjoyed the words, sipping them slowly like the finest wine. There was a hint of amusement in his voice but it was masked with composure. His son, on the contrary, was the very definition of agitated. His father's words stung him painfully. He became purple and then again sickly pale but said nothing while his mind was racing. The very thought that Hannibal was capable of killing him in mere seconds paralysed him. Clarice stood completely stunned. She was betrayed by her own child. This sounded so unreal. She went shivering to her son and tossed him. When she found the device on him, attached to his chest with a tape, she crushed it on the floor and looked straight into Matt's eyes.

"Why?" she managed to whisper hoarsely. The wall of silence became her answer.

"Come here Clarice and calm down a little." said the Good Doctor and when she did so he embraced her giving her a false sense of safety.

Meanwhile, Matt started to speak slowly drawling his words carefully. "Mel is injured so she would be a burden for you to run with. Outside this building there are weapons that could easily blow this place up. I'm not important. Snipers are ready to shoot everything that moves near this warehouse. You did a great job with that psycho I must admit but now it's time for you to go. If you cooperate, Melissa will have a light sentence. She's underage. You will have a death penalty that's for sure but I can arrange a painless way to the other side. Mom will probably have a heavy sentence but I can be a witness and say that you drugged her regularly or hypnotized her. They will believe me. But you have to cooperate and surrender. That's the only way. "

His words echoed in Melissa's head. She understood nothing because she refused to. Everything seemed like a nightmare in which she was suffocating. She desperately tried to retrieve her conscience and guilt but she found none. She looked around completely avoiding the dead bodies and stopped at her brother. For a second she couldn't recognize him. He changed from a calm and ironic boy to a bleeding furious man. He was glaring at Hannibal with disgust and rage.

What's wrong with him? He always admired our father, acted like him and treated him like an example. What's happening? I can't focus on anything in particular. Memories and thoughts flowing freely through my mind but I can't keep them for even a second longer. I feel nothing. I know my body is sore but I feel no pain. I hear dimmed voices as if I was in a deep well. I don't understand them. Their words are like birds coming out of their mouths and flying all over the room but not to my ears. When I try to focus… yes, there's definitely a distant sound of an echo. Scents. I can smell my father's Cologne. He bought it when we were in Rome. I remember how mom scolded him for being so extravagant. She never truly got used to the money she had. Now she smells like a gunpowder and our garden. She had been weeding in the morning. She does so when she's in distress and wants to concentrate on something. Matt. I can't smell his blood because I eliminated this scent from my mind. But I can smell the fear and panic in him. It's so strange. He's never smelled like that. There's some movement in the room. Mother looks at the window. Still she hasn't regained her control. After a minute, everything started to happen fast but for me still everything is dimmed, distant and unnaturally slow. Someone roughly grabbed my arm and yelled at me. I feel his breath on my face. Alcohol is cheap but effective. He found his courage to touch me despite what he knew I did. Hand-cuffs specially made for a child like me. It is so strange to walk with those cops. I feel like swimming. So bovine.

The action was quick and operative. Even Starling had to admit to herself that it was very professional. Hannibal was calm and slightly smiling at the agents immobilizing him. They were shaking from fear. He could say :Boo and all of them would faint at instant. That thought cheered him up.

Matt was in the ambulance talking smugly with some agents. He seemd relaxed but at the same time was drained. The doctor examined his leg.

"Is everything ready?" asked Matt with concern.

"Yes, cells for doctor and her are well prepared." answered the agent with brown oily hair.

"Separate?"

"Of course. We have a problem with the girl. We didn't expect her to … But dr. Brown is very interested in meeting her. His mental institution is very well protected. The girl lost too much of blood so you have to join her in her journey. We will transport you to the St. Brutus Hospital a few streets away while she will be escorted farther. Of course, she will be immobilized so don't worry. We don't have time to wait for other ambulances from St. Brutus. They will have enough time with the injured here. Dr. Ling will ride with you. Good job, boy." he smiled a little but Matt could easily see disgust in his eyes. Even among FBI Matt was just a traitor, useful but still a traitor.

After a few minutes, Mel was bound to a stretcher. Next to her was her bother holding a bandage to his ribs. with dr. Ling sitting on the other side of the stretcher.

Matt was struggling with his thoughts. The day wasn't as he planned it to be. He sought some big action with him as a hero saving his loving sister from the monster. Now, he was considered a traitor and his sister turned out to be a beast. She wasn't the same little girl that he was supposed to protect as his father taught him so many times. His words were now in Matt's head: You have to fight for the ones you love and care. Solitude brings only sorrow.

He spat and cursed. Sometime ago he used to believe him but not anymore. He looked at his sister. She seemed so innocent with closed eyes and cuts all over her body. Sleeping like a tormented child. But Matt has seen what she has done and the only thing he wanted now was to blow her head off with his gun. At that moment, she opened her eyes and looked around evidently surprised at her surroundings. In a blink of an eye the realization hit her. She looked at her brother with sheer terror.

"Don't look at me like that, sis. Why are you so surprised? You never liked me. Besides it's entirely your fault that you're here. Obviously, you preferred to follow our father's footsteps." he hissed at her with disgust. She didn't answer immediately and tried to free her hands. Doctor was immediately by her side. "Try to relax. You wouldn't like to pull out the stitches, wouldn't you?" he warned her and readjusted the straps. She felt a heavy burden on her chest and struggled for ragged breaths. Pain, memories of last events and the claustrophobic ambulance nailed her down. He was on the verge of a panic attack. Dr. Ling began to fill up the syringe with a sedative.

"Why..?" she managed to ask Matt.

He gritted his teeth and growled at her not caring about dr. Ling's warning looks.

"I tried to save you, bitch! HE is the monster! He changed our lives into a nightmare! We were running from the police like in some fucking game! He wanted me to become a monster just like him. Do you have a slightest idea what he did? How many he killed and ATE! Why am I saying it to you?! You're a cannibal too. "he spat with disgust and turned away not wanting to kill her right in front of the doctor. He closed his eyes slowly. A memory came to him like an unwanted guest from distant lands.

A twelve-year-old boy was sitting on a stool in the kitchen. His mother was talking with his father in the living room. The boy was waiting for his father to bring him to school. He had his French lessons in 30 minutes. Boredom made him look around the kitchen for something interesting. Then, he noticed the door leading to the basement. Normally it was closed and forbidden for children because of the rats. The specialist was supposed to come next week. Curiosity got the best of him. Father wanted to make his study there, a place just for him but mother insisted about having a normal basement. It was strange for them to argue about such a trivial matter. Careful not to alarm, his parents he stepped into the darkness of the basement. Stairs were old but thankfully they didn't make a single sound. The basement was dark because the small windows were very dirty. He looked around. Why were his parents arguing about this place? It wasn't too comfortable for his taste. It seemed that there was't enough oxygen in the room. Sudden shriek made him spun around and pick a fighting position his father taught him. It was just a rat. He sighed and gazed at the furniture in the basement. Suddenly, he saw another door. It was big and metallic with a small window on the top. The boy wasn't high enough to reach it. Coldness was emitting from the door and increased his interest. He took a chair from the corner near one of the windows and put it next to the door. Slowly, he stood on the chair and after winning the fighting for balance he looked through the window in the door but it was too dark inside to see anything. He jumped off the chair and quickly looked around for some light. He noticed a light switch on the wall next to the door. He switched on the lights in the room behind the door and quickly climbed the chair to see through the small window a frozen grimace of terror on a face of a human carcass hung on a hook. He immediately recognized Mr. Richard Daniels, former owner of this house, a psychiatrist and an old friend of Doctor Lecter.

A/N: Hey again! I wanted to ask you something. You want this story to end as a tragedy or have a happy end? Please write your suggestion in the review. You want all of them to die or survive? If you won't tell me, next chapter may never come because I still don't know what you think about this one. :(