The Fourth Wall
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S through Z › Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal/Red Dragon
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,491
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal, and/or Red Dragon, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 2
There was no jingling of chains. There were no orders to walk faster. There were no instructions shouted. There was the sound of the doors slamming, but that was already after Hannibal had detected the new arrival.
Long before the tell-tale sound, Lecter had moved towards the glass wall of his cell. He wasn’t approaching it as a barrier. In fact, he acted as if the entire thing didn’t exist. It was simply his choice to stop there and look into the hall.
There was a smell that couldn’t be ignored.
It was new and, even the good doctor had to admit -if only to himself-, exciting. This wasn’t the by now familiar stench of first-timers, be they from Jack Crawford’s merry band of fools or elsewhere. No… this was by far more subtle. Hannibal could smell fear, he could also smell the absence of it. The latter was often found with the more daft murderers, who were simply too dumb to be afraid.
This was neither.
This new one smelled of someone who may have fears, but also formidable self-control. This one was capable of keeping himself and his feelings in check. Soon after the slamming of the doors, the sound of footsteps and breathing reached his ears.
Three men walking, four men breathing. Apparently Chilton had considered this new arrival worthy of the same ‘treatment’ Hannibal himself was given. It wasn’t difficult to distinguish between the breaths. Some were excited, others fearful… there was a whole scala of tiny breathsounds that gave away emotions.
Save for one.
One of the breaths was tightly controlled. Unworried, in a way. Besides that, very little could be distilled from it. Even for someone as skilled as Lecter.
What did tell him a lot was the sight that greeted his maroon gaze once the men were close enough.
His new ‘neighbour’ was a relatively young man, Lecter placed him in his mid- to late twenties, with the self-control of a much older man. The man’s hair was jet-black and his eyes the iciest of sapphire. There was the presence of a small beard on his face, but absolutely no stubble. The parts that were hairless were perfectly so, almost as if there was no hair growth there whatsoever. He looked almost regal, even if he was strapped securely to the cart, like a king humouring his subjects by allowing them to drive him around.
It appeared there was something special about his left hand.
Where standard security procedures were deemed enough for his right, the young man’s left hand was secured in ways that did not only border on the extreme. On closer inspection, it was clear they had left ‘extreme’ behind ages ago and had never looked back. Most of his face wasn’t very visible due to the wire mesh half-mask that was used as a sort of muzzle, but his eyes were ever so clear.
And they were boring straight into Hannibal’s own.
Long before the tell-tale sound, Lecter had moved towards the glass wall of his cell. He wasn’t approaching it as a barrier. In fact, he acted as if the entire thing didn’t exist. It was simply his choice to stop there and look into the hall.
There was a smell that couldn’t be ignored.
It was new and, even the good doctor had to admit -if only to himself-, exciting. This wasn’t the by now familiar stench of first-timers, be they from Jack Crawford’s merry band of fools or elsewhere. No… this was by far more subtle. Hannibal could smell fear, he could also smell the absence of it. The latter was often found with the more daft murderers, who were simply too dumb to be afraid.
This was neither.
This new one smelled of someone who may have fears, but also formidable self-control. This one was capable of keeping himself and his feelings in check. Soon after the slamming of the doors, the sound of footsteps and breathing reached his ears.
Three men walking, four men breathing. Apparently Chilton had considered this new arrival worthy of the same ‘treatment’ Hannibal himself was given. It wasn’t difficult to distinguish between the breaths. Some were excited, others fearful… there was a whole scala of tiny breathsounds that gave away emotions.
Save for one.
One of the breaths was tightly controlled. Unworried, in a way. Besides that, very little could be distilled from it. Even for someone as skilled as Lecter.
What did tell him a lot was the sight that greeted his maroon gaze once the men were close enough.
His new ‘neighbour’ was a relatively young man, Lecter placed him in his mid- to late twenties, with the self-control of a much older man. The man’s hair was jet-black and his eyes the iciest of sapphire. There was the presence of a small beard on his face, but absolutely no stubble. The parts that were hairless were perfectly so, almost as if there was no hair growth there whatsoever. He looked almost regal, even if he was strapped securely to the cart, like a king humouring his subjects by allowing them to drive him around.
It appeared there was something special about his left hand.
Where standard security procedures were deemed enough for his right, the young man’s left hand was secured in ways that did not only border on the extreme. On closer inspection, it was clear they had left ‘extreme’ behind ages ago and had never looked back. Most of his face wasn’t very visible due to the wire mesh half-mask that was used as a sort of muzzle, but his eyes were ever so clear.
And they were boring straight into Hannibal’s own.