Hello my friends! Welcome back to No More a Savage Life: Chapter Two
WARNING: THIS IS A PARTICULARLY GRAPHIC CHAPTER AND I'M NOT TALKING LEMON!
DISCLAIMER-(It's been a while) No, I don't own them, didn't create them, make no money or claims on them but I do enjoy playing with them. I promise not to be too cruel. Seriously though...this is pretty cruel! It is a Hannfic after all. Lol!
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LITHUANIA REVISITED
Hannibal and Clarice made love several times that night. Early morning just before the sun rose, exhausted they fell into one another's arms. Clarice was content in her husband's embrace and slept soundly resting against Hannibal's chest.
Nestled in the comfort of his bed with his wife in his arms Hannibal remained uncommonly still in his slumber until the unforgiving moment he entered his dream cycle. His formerly prone form began to twitch and spasm. His wife, now hyper-vigilant to his needs, was alerted immediately to his obvious distress.
Hannibal was chained by his neck to the banister and rail of a stairwell, the twisting links cutting deeply into his dehydrated flesh. He held Clarice in his arms, seeking to provide comfort and protecting her from something he could not identify though he was aware that it was terrifying. His exhausted body was anxiety ridden as he shuddered to maintain his body temperature.
THEY WILL BE COMING SOON.
It had been days since food or water had touched his lips now cracked and bleeding from the lack of it.
The front door swung open and crashed against the roughly hewn timbers of the wall behind it. From the entrance emerged a frail, somewhat emaciated man that had been sent to hunt for food. The Others' hearts were as empty as the hunter's hands. Starving, the Others crowded around and searched the bag slung around his chest. They reached in. The man had hidden a small bird at the bottom of the satchel.
Obvious he had been attempting to hide food the Others pulled and punched at the man. They tore at the bird and ripped it apart with their merciless teeth. Each man chewed at the small body having pulled it from the grasp of the previous holder and gnashed it between their bloodied teeth. There was little meat, the meager offering not enough to sate the crowd. The largest and most ruthless of the group looked up to the landing where Hannibal was chained.
Hannibal pulled Clarice tighter to his body. His heart pounded, his pulse throbbed as the pressure from his blood filled his ears.
NO DON'T!
They ascended the stairs.
There were anxious and dissatisfied mumbles bubbling from the men. Their chatter sounded to Hannibal like an ominous warning much like the buzzing drone of a hornet's nest. He could smell their scents combining in an acrid pool of fear and desperation.
DANGER IS NEAR.
As they approached, Hannibal strained to hear wanting to prepare for their attack. Try as he might he could only distinguish two words rising from above the angry din.
TAKE IT.
Hannibal clutched at Clarice, desperate as the men removed the chains binding him to his love. He was weak as he had been giving his food to Clarice the baby within her enhancing her needs. Hannibal laced his fingers until the blood had fled his knuckles. He struggled with all his might to fight them off.
It took the strength of seven men pulling at her small frame and removed her from Hannibal's grasp. The largest man pulled Hannibal's arms apart and lashed his wrists in crucifix fashion to the rails. Hannibal twisted and turned but could not release himself. He wringed his wrists bringing blood forth in a vain hope that the slippery fluid would aid his attempts to slip his hands from his bonds.
They reached for Clarice.
Clarice stood from the bed and tried to get hold of Hannibal's hands, attempting to pin them to the bed. He thrashed violently, twisting in agony on the bed. She could not console or comfort him. He would not wake.
The men crowed around and held Clarice down to the floor. Hannibal gasped. He opened his mouth to scream trying desperately to call for help. He reached with his legs and feet trying to take hold of her. Raging violently in his efforts to wrest her from his grasp Hannibal lunged against his bonds forcing the slats to creak against the strain his muscles placed upon them.
As the men held Clarice down, arms and legs stretched spread eagle pinned to the wooden floor, a man stepped from between the Others.
When Hannibal recognized Nico, Harpy in hand and moving toward Clarice he thrashed violently against the chains, now cutting deeply into his skin. As the metal twisted his muscle and flesh apart warm blood flowed.
Hannibal was screaming though no words emerged, the terror in his throat having crushed them. He slammed his back against the rails attempting to break them and allow him easement.
Nico approached Clarice, kneeling beside her he lifted her blouse.
Hannibal screamed.
NO CLARICE! NOOOO!
Nico swept the blade across the underside of Clarice's belly. Her eyes rolled up as the wound yawned open, jagged like the wicked smile of a jack o lantern. Nico reached within Clarice and removed the baby. Nico grasped it by it's ankles and tugged at the cord linking mother to child until the placenta was ripped from her womb.
The men took the baby with the life giving organ still tethered to it now crying from the cold and grabbing a copper cistern went about preparing their macabre feast. The blunt end of a maul and a flash of exertion by Nico immediately dispatched the child.
I NO LONGER HUSBAND. I AM NO LONGER FATHER. I AM NOTHING.
Clarice lay open and bleeding. Hannibal raged in anguish. Desperate to escape he leaned forward and launched his body backward with reckless abandon throwing his body fully against the rails breaking them. He was able to free himself and quickly moved to Clarice, the life ebbing from her. He grasped at the wound, horrible in its efficiency. His fingers were slick against her flesh from the sticky serum pumping freely. He could not close the wound. Hannibal cradled Clarice until the life left her, screaming in anguish at his loss. He collapsed over her body gathering her close to him. He rocked her back and forth, his tears falling like rain over her face.
He is Pain.
Clarice grabbed her husband's shoulders and shook him violently until he snapped awake and sat straight up in bed. His body was shaking violently, reacting to the terror of his nightmare. Clarice climbed across the bed and wrapped her arms around her husband. She held him tightly.
Hannibal grasped at her body, pulling her to him as if to prove she remained untouched. The desperate husband hyperventilated, choking from want of air. The tears streamed continuously down his face.
Clarice held him close repeating, "It was only a dream…it was only a dream."
Hannibal turned on his side and pulled her against him, huddling his body over hers in a position of comfort and protection. With his body Hannibal formed a carapace to shield her from harm.
Clarice allowed her husband to calm very slowly. She did not attempt to insert herself in his recovery from the emotion of the experience thinking it important that he process it. More than an hour passed before he spoke. She had been perfectly still, resting within his embrace. He spoke three words articulating his needs to her fluently. Low in her ear, his voice raspy from his cries he whispered…
"Clarice…Hold me."
Sorry my friends. I made it a little shorter because it was a tough one to read. You didn't think he'd get better that quickly did you? Devious, I know. Review and let me know what you think!
Until the next chapter my friends!
LH