Hehe, Okay, this is the last chapter in this story. The sequel is on it's way. It's called "As I Am". If you want to know what happens next I suggest you go read. I hope you enjoyed this story! 3

Mischa Lecter

Chapter 16: Used To Be

"Mischa, what happened? Where's Hamal?"

"How the hell would I know? Start packing we're going back to Dad. It's not safe here anymore." Mischa said as she started limping up the stairs.

"What happened?"

"Hamal's going to turn me in. They'll come after you too, not unless you want to rot in a jail cell for accomplice to murder I suggest you get packing."

Clarice nodded and hurried off to her room.

Mischa searched the house for the cell phone she knew was there. She found it in a drawer and dialed the only number there. She walked into the bathroom, listening to it ring, and looked at the bruises on her face. There was a small cut over her eye, and another on her cheek. She sighed and started washing them off.

"Hello?"

"Papa?"

"Mischa, what are you doing with your mothers phone?"

"We're flying back tonight." she said, hissing as she applied pressure.

"What's wrong?"

"Hamal... He isn't like he used to be. He snapped when I told him that the people who shot him were dead and he tried to kill me."

"What?"

"He hit me twice, then he tried to strangle me. He left after he gave me a few bruises and I think he's gonna turn me in."

There was a long pause, "Be careful, Mischa."

She turned off the phone, put it back in the drawer and walked back upstairs to get her things.

Mischa turned on the radio as her mother drove towards the airport. She absently tapped her foot to the beat and stared out the window. "Did he do that to you?" her mother asked, brushing her fingertips against Mischa's skin pushing her hair away.

Mischa flintched away, "Yes. He hit me twice, tried to choke me, and in the process I twisted my ankle."

Clarice turned back to the road, her knuckles turning white.

"Now for this breaking news, there is a massive man hunt out for Hannah Starling." Misha froze and turned up the radio, "She was believed to be dead, but has come out of hiding and has apparently decided to follow in her fathers footsteps. She is wanted for two murders by the FBI that took place almost a year ago in Italy and an attack on FBI trainee and her twin brother Hamal Starling. She has dirty blond hair, and is wearing green contacts. She has a scar on her right hand and one on her right shoulder. She has a bruise on her cheek, a black eye, and a twisted ankle. If you see her it is advised that you call 911 and be careful, she is armed and dangerous."

Mischa took a deep breath thinking about her options. She bit her lip as the car increased speed. She didn't know Hamal was training to be in the FBI. She sighed and shook her head, "Stop the car." she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"What?"

"Just stop the car, Mom."

Clarice pulled the car over to the shoulder and looked at her daughter.

"Go to the airport, and get a one way ticket to Sydney, Australia. Call Papa and he'll come get you. Tell him I'm sorry that I couldn't make it and that I'll hopefully see him soon. Be careful, as soon as you get to the airport change your hair color." she took her contacts out, "And put these in. Use the name on that passport, and go. Don't worry about me." she said as she opened the door and got out, "I'll be fine. I love you Mom."

"What are you going to do?"

"Turn myself in."

"We found her wondering around just down the block."

"What's your name?"

"Mischa." the girl answered, her eyes dialated.

"Is that blood on your shirt?"

She looked up at the officer that sat at the desk and hissed, "Yes."

"How did it get there?"

"I killed people."

"What?"

"I've killed people, lots of people."

"How many."

"Today?"

"Yes."

"4."

"Total?"

"6."

"Is your name Hannah Starling?"

"It used to be."

"Take her into custody and tell the FBI we got her."

Two rough hands grabbed onto her shoulder and she reacted.

She turned, biting down onto the mans hand and refusing to let go even as she tasted blood. The officer yelled and tried to get her off. She heard a pop and she felt a stinging sensation in her back, her muscles tightened then relaxed and she faded into black.