Disclaimer: I don't own "Hannibal" or any of the books by Thomas Harris. I don't own the characters such as Hannibal nor Clarice (but I have them in my closet /grins/)

A/N This car is falling:) I decided to change the genre I hope you don't mind :) I'm still open for your suggestions. This chapter isn't too long and it brings not too many shocking news but it explains the situation. Maybe the next chapter will be the last one. /Sniff/ this is soo sad. I'll miss this story but I already have an idea for the next one so don't you worry I will make an another crappy fic :D Thank you Katherine for your review. Just a little of tragedy :)

Chapter 8: The Separation

Matt bit his lip and immediately felt blood on it. Physical pain took his attention away from memories haunting him like vultures. His eyes were on a busy street outside the little window with bars. He noticed a family in a car. Noisy kids with hamburgers and coke, perfumed mother with tired eyes and father smiling to his wife and discussing about something light and not to important. Matt wanted so much too live with them, to woke up every morning happily thinking about another day. No fear about tomorrow, no FBI on his tracks. Wonderland.

In the mean time, Melissa was swallowing the sobs in her throat and steadying her body from shaking. Dr. Ling, afraid of her outburst, hurriedly took a syringe filled it up with a downer. The girl closed her eyes and ran, ran for a place in her head she never expect to exist.

It feels so safe here. Hundreds of white rooms , halls and gardens. Like a castle. Every single thought I made it's already here next to me. I thought about my room and in an instant I see it. So many memories in my head are wishing to be formulated. All the scents I put in a big hall, in separated bottles. This one is violet. I open it slowly and feel my father's hand-cream. He was ordering it right from Paris. He always used it because, as he said, it brings so many precious memories. His wedding of course. Another bottle is filled with my mother's chrysanthemum. I love this smell. I leave them and begin to fill other rooms. My fifth birthday when father took me for a trip to Florence. My first pet, big hairy collie with happy eyes. I can still remember father frowning when the dog ate papers from his desk. Few days after that incident Lessie disappeared. I have so many things to do here and I don't want to wake up, I don't want to come back. Never again.

She didn't wake up even when the car stopped to free Matt. Few doctors helped him go to the hospital. Proudly he refused to sit on a wheelchair. He only took a final glance on the girl still lying in the ambulance and turned around heading for reception unit.

Mel was sleeping all the way to dr. Brown. If she were awoken she would see a big beige building. The gates were open for them after few calls and hesitant looks from the guards, the only element of the whole area which didn't look nice and neat. The girl was taken by few male nurses to a room where another doctor started to treat her while talking with dr. Ling. He said what he knew about the girl, and left to the ambulance which took him back to his hospital where he would help the injured from the massacre. But he already knew that the most of them were dead. Dr. Brown was a famous psychiatrist well-known from his experiments. He was working with tough cases of insanity but only with the most interesting ones. With his crystal reputation he couldn't work with dirty and aggressive freaks. His institution was pedantic. No loud screams or footsteps were being heard because all the patients were too drugged or too bound. When doctor had a phone from FBI he was very pleased. He would be even more pleased to have Hannibal Lecter as a patient but his daughter with the same propensity was an interesting case too. Maybe he could find out how she became a cannibal? Was it in her genes? This thought made dr. Brown flush with agitation. He went to meet her but was disappointed to find her sleeping. She looked vulnerable and beautiful to him. While his subordinates were cleaning her wounds and stewing her, dr. Brown was observing her body. She had no coat on her body so he could easily study all her curves. Her underwear were dirty and wet from her blood but he didn't care about this. Her body was evaluating nicely. She was almost a perfect woman but her features were still childish. "What a tidbit for boys" thought the doctor and smiled to himself. He was wondering if the girl is still a virgin. Her peers certainly wanted to touch her but were they successful? "I highly doubt it. She's a Lecter after all. But as far as I'm informed she is a rebel. I must remember to call a gynecology." he thought and left the room. Outside the room he stopped , turned around , glanced again on his new patient and made a mental note to himself "No, I will examine her by myself. That would be fun"

Hannibal Lecter was standing in his cell. His hands were bound and separated like he was on a crucifix. Mask on his face was new and specially made for this situation. He was absent. Wandering around his memory palace he was focusing on the most precious memories. His life was long and rich. He reached everything he wanted to reach. Life had no surprises for him. The only thing he regretted was Matt. He could be such a wonderful human being. But he choose a path that his mother abandoned a long time ago. Lecter was ready to die. He preferred to die here rather than die from disease or with natural death. His children were adult enough to chose their lives. There was still Clarice. But he knew they would give her a death penalty as well. When they were still on a Hilton Street Hannibal looked at his wife with a gaze that explained everything. He would be able to free them and run. But Clarice made a choice. It's time to die. She was exhausted with life full of running and risk. Thinking about her son was a torture but with a help of her husband she realized that it was his mistake but he is a grown-up and he will meet the consequences. She did everything as a mother but it's time for the children to fly away from the nest.

After a short meeting with a lawyer when they both decided not to fight with "justice" they were back in their cells. Lecter had a cell that was carefully monitored. It was a white room without bars but only with high tech doors Almost 15 people were responsible for his safety. Guards outside the room and in the corridor which leaded only to Hannibal's room. Few other heavy doors were guarding him and only few people had the codes to them. These security rules were funny for the doctor as he didn't want to escape. Formalities were being made as quickly as possible. They wanted to end this case before media will interest in the Lecter's family. Tabloids would kill themselves for a photo of Lecter or his wife. Matt had a new identity and Mel was a secret. For media she was dead. The case of The body painter was a wonderful occasion for tabloids of all kind. FBI had plenty of problems with them but before they would know that the famous doctor is imprisoned he would be already dead. Of course it was impossible to keep it a secret for a long time and after nearly an hour somebody sold out the information and it was like a storm. The most ridiculous news like : Lecter and The body painter are killing together! The famous cannibal ate his own children! spread the panic along the USA. Besides, lots of psychiatrist tried to contact with FBI and convince them that Lecter should be under they custody rather than dead. But they were dismissed immediately. FBI needed only few more papers to send doctor Lecter on the other side along with his wife. Their lawyer agreed with that idea. No court was needed. Anyway there wouldn't be any court at all. In two days doctor Lecter would have a final injection. His lawyer fought for the injection for both his clients at the same time. They wanted to die together. FBI agreed. That wasn't a big problem.

After few hours of doctor's babbling Mathew left the hospital and took a taxi to his hotel room and new identity in another city which FBI gave him for a while to rest and avoid sensationalists. He took it with gratitude. His leg needed hospital but he simply couldn't stay long in a place full of screams of pain and blood. Hospitals always scared him and resembled his father. With a small help of crutches he managed to find the right hotel and lay on his bed. Some of his luggage were there already. This room was prepared for him few weeks ago. It wasn't a big and comfortable room he was used to but it was neat . Maybe a little cold and unfamiliar but safe. Soon the boy was asleep. No dreams haunted him and nobody disturbed him. He was too far away to hear his sister's sobs.

She was standing naked and bound in a large bathroom as a nurse was brutally washing her with potash soft soap. Freezing and throbbing from pain she didn't utter a single word. Few minutes ago she was abruptly woke up by some strange doctor. He said something to her but she didn't understand anything. it was dimmed and distant. The cool water woke her up immediately. They gave her a blue gown and an orange bracelet with a number. She couldn't get rid of it without a saw. It was made from hard and flexible material. After her bath she was leaded by two male nurses to another room with a big chair which had many big strips. It was very easy to guess the purpose of this chair on which her hands supposed to meet her ankles.