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Chapter Six- Don't eat me

"I hate hospital food~" Miranda moaned aloud, chunking the juice box into the trashcan near her.

"Stop complaining," I snapped at her. Let's just say being stuck in a hospital wasn't doing good for us. We needed to be monitored apparently, and our parents thought that that was the best thing for us as well. Miranda looked healthier then I'd seen her before, but I felt restless. My arm itched like crazy, as did my hand. Signs that it was healing though. Miranda was complaining because she was bed-ridden. I was allowed to get out of the bed and walk around at least. But, they wanted me to stay here a bit to watch me. The police were looking for the alleged 'Jigsaw' now. We'd been questioned and questioned and…you betcha…questioned some more. I didn't tell them that John had visited…nor that he'd given me a flash drive that was tucked into my pocket. I didn't even tell Miranda I had it. I didn't know what was on it…or if I even needed to watch it. Me having it…meant that Jigsaw wasn't done with us. I was having trouble sleeping as well…no, amazingly I hadn't run into Krueger yet. I don't know why, but I didn't care either. I had too much on my mind. There was also the fact of Jeepers Creepers on the loose. What did that mean. Wasn't it that he got to eat for a certain amount of time before he had to go back to sleep? I didn't remember, and I didn't have access to a computer either…which really really would've helped me out.

"I can't help it…I'm stuck in a hospital bed…in a…hospital gown," Miranda muttered darkly as a nurse entered the room. She was holding a vase of black roses. The nurse looked like she didn't understand how anyone would send BLACK roses to someone. The tag read 'M. Myers' though and I smiled briefly. Miranda squealed like a little child and wanted the flowers right beside her bed. I must say I felt sorry for the nurse. Black roses were definitely Miranda's type. I sighed and rubbed at my now aching temples.

"Oh…That's right," the nurse said and turned to me with a serious expression. "Due to your experiences, we'd like to have you looked at by a psychiatrist, Doctor Lecter. He'll assess your conditions…once they are satisfactory…You will be discharged…We highly recommend your cooperation…" She left the room and I frowned after her.

"I don't need some psychiatrist…I was only kidnapped by some guy teaching me a lesson who also tried to kill me…" I muttered under my breath. I got up and left the room, missing Miranda's wide-mouthed expression as she looked up from her roses. Ah, I kind of wished I'd seen that look. The nurse led me to a different room where I was let in. A kind of older looking man was seated behind a desk. He looked up and smiled knowingly at me.

"Doctor Lecter. This is our patient Lilith," the nurse said introducing us. She smiled kindly at me. "You'll be fine here." She left quickly and I couldn't resist the impulse to stick my tongue out at her behind her back. The guy reminded me of Anthony Hopkins for some reason. I shook the feeling off and sat down in the available chair across from his desk.

"Hello," he told me with a bit of an accent. I couldn't really tell where it was from. My eyes roamed the small office, picking out the details. Psychology books and other things. Books on surgery. Why would a psychologist needs books on how to cut people up, or where their organs were located? Something didn't feel right to me. Do you blame me?

"Hi," I said kind of nervously. I couldn't shake the feeling that something very bad was going to happen. I spotted a small poster thing tacked up on the wall. Maybe it was meant to be funny…'Interesting people make interesting meals'. "Uh…what was your name again?" I asked and glanced at the plaque on the desk. Hannibal Lecter, M.D. Why did that name sound familiar? Miranda popped into my head at that thought. That name. Hannibal the Cannibal. The talk in front of Myers. The guy that ate people. I stood up quickly, knocking my chair over in my haste. He was already at the door before me.

"Please. Miss. Lilith…I insist that you take a seat," he told me with a look that said I'd better not argue. "…if you know what's good for you…you'll take a seat…" I swallowed and set up my chair again. I sank down slowly onto it. Hannibal locked the door, pocketing the key before he went to sit back down in his seat. "Now…You know why you are here…Do you not?" I shook my head mutely, feeling that familiar feeling of fear rising up inside of me. "Because you've been through a terrible ordeal and I must assess you…" I let out an almost relieved breath, but that didn't stop the terrible fear in my heart. This guy ate people…right? "Now…why don't you tell me a bit about your…life." DO NOT MAKE FRIENDS WITH HIM! The thought seemed to scream through my head.

"Uhm…I was kidnapped along with my friend and two other strangers…" I replied and he seemed to wait. "Somebody was trying to pretend that they were Jigsaw I guess and they set up this game to…uh…punish us for our crimes…minor crimes of course…" I looked away from Lecter. "uh…I was punished for stealing things…Miranda's a cutter…So she was taught to value herself…"

"And you assisted her challenge?" Lecter asked me. I nodded, not looking at him. "Do you feel that she learned her lesson if you intervened?" I glanced up a bit shocked.

"She would've died if I hadn't of-" I started.

"But do you think she learned her lesson?" Hannibal asked, cutting through my words as if they hadn't been uttered. I found myself staring him down, or was he staring me down? I blinked and looked away. This guy was trying to get into my head. I couldn't let him do that. I couldn't. Something just seemed to whisper inside of me that something bad would happen otherwise.

"Yes…I'm fairly certain that near-death experiences can teach anyone a lesson or two," I muttered and shrugged slightly," Besides…" I held up my arm," I cut myself to help her out-"

"And will that not place her into your debt?" he asked me calmly. I blinked stopping. What? "She will forever have to live with the memory of you allowing yourself to undergo even more pain in an attempt to save her life…" He pointed out to me. It made sense. I hadn't HAD to help her. I could've just waited for her to undo the key herself. I already knew what her lucky number was. She was my best friend. She was my BEST FRIEND. I glared up at Hannibal.

"You are a very sick man," I whispered out coldly," I would do anything for my friends…just as she would in my shoes." His lips twitched upwards into a shadow of a smile. My head was starting to reel a bit in dizziness. Maybe the medicine? I licked my lips nervously. The room felt like it was getting colder.

"Am I?" he inquired standing up and walking over to me. He kneeled beside me, taking my hand in his as he felt for my pulse. "Perhaps it is you who is sick…and not me…" He smiled at me and that's the last thing I remembered.

I was in the boiler room again. DAMN IT. I stomped my foot and all but had another temper tantrum. A quiet chuckling got my attention and I spotted Krueger seated on the railings. He tapped the railings beside him, indicating that I should take a seat. I sighed and made my way over to him to sit beside him. I leaned my head against his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around me…almost comfortingly.

"Well…You've gone through quite the little ordeal?" he asked, tracing a claw over my bandaged arm and hand. He tsked almost sympathetically. I gave him a confused look. He tapped my head. "Miranda's right you know…I'm trapped up here…only allowed out when you let me…I need out to kill…I need to stretch my limbs and-"

"I've been taken hostage by Hannibal Lecter," I muttered quietly and he stopped, giving me a look.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"You know…Hannibal the Cannibal?" I asked and he seemed to think about it.

"Oh…yes…I've heard of him…What do you mean you've been taken hostage?" he asked and I quickly related events to him. He chuckled when he heard about Myers sending black roses, then frowned when I told him about the office encounter. He sighed and seemed to think about it. "…I think it's time for you to wake up…" he indicated the fact that the world was fading around us again. Signs that my body was waking up on its own. I looked at him puzzled. "Shh…I'll be here when you fall asleep again."

"What if I don't 'fall asleep' again?" I demanded, "What if I'm dead?"

"Ever heard the saying…'I can sleep when I'm dead'?" Krueger asked chuckling as he walked off," Death is an eternal sleep babe…See you later either way…" I didn't like how he was talking, then I came too. I was tied up to a chair and gagged. I was in some kind of room with a small table, and a stove oven set thing. My heart sped up as someone came down the stairs whistling. It was only Hannibal though and I relaxed just a little bit.

"Good morning," he told me cheerily as he went over to the stove. He was cooking something. I could hear it sizzling in the pan. Fear filled me as I remembered Miranda describing a certain scene to me. Some old guy…frying brains…oh my gawd. My heart sped up as I tried to figure out if I was missing anything important. It didn't feel like anything was gone. My heart stopped its frantic race when he scooped what looked like sausage onto a plate with some eggs and toast. Okay, eggs and toast were fine…The sausage? What if it wasn't sausage? He had a cup of coffee and sat down in the chair beside me. He removed my gag. "I bet you're pretty hungry…" He took a sip of coffee and then scooped some eggs onto a fork and offered it too me. I kept my mouth shut tightly and shook my head just slightly no. He seemed a bit disappointed. Then he smiled at me before eating it all himself.

He talked as he ate…about nothing in particular and a lot. Sounded like he was just making conversation. I didn't say a word. I was truthfully scared to death to say something. He was cutting the sausage with a knife, sawing back and forth…back and forth…a piece would come clean…scooped onto the fork…making that scrapping noise against the plate and then up to his mouth…It made a thick crunchy noise that filled the air as he chewed. I was freaking out. I was totally freaking out now. My heart began it's ecstatic race again.

"What do you want from me?" I demanded when I could no longer keep myself silent. He continued to eat as if I hadn't said anything to him. He chewed his food and took a sip of his coffee. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" I shouted at him. He gave me a look much like an adult gives a child whose throwing a temper tantrum.

"Well…I would have liked for you to have joined me for breakfast," he said indicating the rest of the food on the plate. I felt my stomach twist painfully in nausea. There really was no telling what was on that plate. He took a sip of his coffee. I think it was coffee. I hope to gawd it was coffee. I watched him, waiting for the rest of his plans to unfold. "Perhaps you will join me for lunch when the time comes…" He shoved the gag back into my mouth before I could stop him, and stood up-cleaning up. "I have some business to attend to…I will be back soon enough…Don't go anywhere…" He went back up the stairs and I heard a heavy door shutting and then the sound of several things locking. Then came the sound of something heavy being dragged over something else. This place had no windows or doors. Only those little stairs that went up. My heart started to pound again. Then the light went off, scaring the crap out of me. I was crying now. Jigsaw had been scary enough. Now I was being put through more torture. This was more…psychological then Jigsaw…I think? I don't know. I was being held hostage by a cannibal…Hannibal Lecter. Ring any bells? Yeah…I was so screwed over.

/ ? / ((Later)) / ? / / ?

"Lilith," Hannibal's voice called out as he descended the stairs. "I'm back. Hope I didn't cause you any distress…" He was carrying some small bags. I noticed a small refrigerator down here. I was still tied to a chair and gagged. I glared at him. I couldn't help it. He smiled at me though, seeming excited about something. He undid my gag allowing me to talk. "Time for some lunch eh? I hope your appetite has increased…I brought you something special this time…" he chuckled as he went through the bags he'd brought down. From one he had a jar filled with green liquid and a hand. "This is…a friend of mine's…" He put it on the table near me. Then he took out a jar of eyeballs, and put them on a table near me. "This one was a gift…and here we go…" He pulled out a can of Campbell's chicken and noodle soup. Okay, I give him points for that one. He made sure to make it with me watching the entire time. Then he sat down beside me holding the warm soup in a bowl. "It's supposedly good for you…I figure you need your strength…Have to keep you in shape after all…" He offered me a spoonful, after having blown on it to make sure it wouldn't burn me. I ate willingly, who knew when the next EDIBLE meal would come from. He was talking again and I wasn't paying attention, until he said,"-and soon you'll be ready to eat." I choked on the soup in my mouth and he paused concerned.

"FUCK YOU!" I shouted at him, coughing. He waited for me to get done coughing.

"Well…I'm a little too tired right now and I'm sure you are in no condition for such activities," he told me sternly, replacing my gag before getting up. I was a little confused until I realized he'd intentionally misinterpreted me. He smiled slightly as he turned to look back at me. "Besides…We don't really know each other…and I'm not into one night stands…I'm more of the…commitment types…" He chuckled at my dark look as he studied me. "I admit…you aren't the worst girl I've had in my companionship…you aren't the best though…and as I said…I am tired…and you are in no condition for such…physical activities…I will be back for dinner…" He left me again, chuckling as he did. I freaked out, trying to break free of my binds. To no luck. The best I did…knock over the chair so that I was laying backwards on the ground. It felt weird…feet in the air tied to the chair legs…head against the ground. I sighed and drifted to sleep. I was woken up by someone moving me back into an upright position. I opened my eyes to see Hannibal straightening my chair. He kissed my forehead when he noticed I was awake. "Sorry I took so long…" he removed my gag.

"Bite me," I snapped at him. A quick retort. A strange expression flitted over his face.

"Perhaps later," he told me seriously and I paled. I'd forgotten that I was shouting at a cannibal killer. I swallowed hard as he set to work finishing the evening meal. Oh? So starting dinner was so much more better than picking me up off the ground. It was then I realized that I'd somehow loosened my bonds. Better not let him know that. I would just have to work on getting out on my own soon enough.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him again. He paused in his cooking and turned to me.

"I would like you to join me for dinner," he told me seriously. Did that mean he planned on eating me? He started sharpening a knife of his as he eyed me. "I haven't had someone for dinner for so long…I'm starting to forget what it was like…" He smiled sweetly at me, setting the knife down and going back to his cooking. Oh dear. He was going to eat me tonight. I worked silently on loosening my bonds some more. I slipped my feet out of their bonds and then my hands. All the while Hannibal talked about this day with his back to me. The knife was on the table before me. I slowly grabbed it and undid the last rope around my chest. I was free. I stood up slowly, trying to be quiet as I made my way around the table to the stairs. The first one creaked under my weight. Hannibal seemed to freeze at his cooking before slowly turning to look at me. He didn't seem surprised to see me on the stairs. I also had his knife. "Come come…Let's not fight before dinner…" He started towards me. I raced up the stairs. I had no idea where I was or where I was even going. I slammed into the door at the top of the stairs, and couldn't get it open.

SHIT SHIT SHIT! I shoved and pushed as hard as I could but it didn't budge. Then I yanked it towards me and it swung open. I burst out of there with Hannibal right on my heels. I screamed loudly, racing through that strange house he was in at the time. I slammed into a second set of doors and somehow got them open. Hannibal grabbed my shoulder's and I plunged the knife into his hand. He let out a cry of agony and I took off across the yard and into the woods. Yeah. Probably not too smart. I ran smack into something tall and leathery. I looked up, but I felt no fear as I stared into the eyes of Jeepers Creepers. He sniffed the air slowly and then leaned closer to me. Sniffing the air some more. Still nothing. He seemed a bit puzzled and his wings flapped outwards before wrapping around me. They flipped out once more and he grabbed me, taking off into the air.

"GIVE HER BACK!" Hannibal shouted from below us, brandishing his knife. I heard a strange laugh from Jeepers Creepers as he continued to fly over the dark city. It was night and it was cold…but there was something comforting about being in Jeepers Creepers arms. He radiated plenty of body heat and I was soon drifting off to sleep in his arms. Not a safe thing…but with the way my life was going. Was anything really safe anymore?