With Impunity
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Part Three: Insight
With Impunity 3: Insight
by Sacara
Usual Disclaimers still apply....
He still wasn’t sure how to answer her questions. The expression on her face was so
desperate that he almost decided to tell her the truth - but there was something deep inside him, something powerful, that made him lie to her - lie to the one woman he profoundly loved and adored.
He disgusted lies - to lie meant to him to be weak, not having the strength to go against the tide and fight for what one believes. No, ... a lie was definitely something that he loathed, and now, would he do just that - how preposterous! Lecter had to chuckle in spite of himself.
Clarice turned when she heard him chuckling.
She raised her eyebrows questioningly. Her lovely face was still marked with worry. She seemed uneasy and uncomfortable. It hurt him to see her like this. She opened her lips slightly as if to say something, but no words came out. Of course he was aware what she was about to say.
He finally decided to end her suffering.
“Well, Clarice, I can’t tell you much either, you must know I found you like this. I have no idea who you are! I am afraid I am not of much help!” Lecter smiled at her apologetically.
“I... but you know my name, don’t you? Is it my real name or did you give it to me, and for how long have I been with you, anyway? ........... I still don’t know who you are! You could at least tell me that..!”
Clarice narrowed her big blue eyes, a small line appeared between her brows.
“You are with me now fboutbout nine days - your name, my dear, was the one thing that you still seemed to know ... you yourself told me, uhm, and I am Dr. Marcus Bradshaw..... nice to meet you, finally!” he smiled his typical smile.
Clarice tilted her head just a tad. Her eyes opened wide. Lecter swallowed once. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her look. Did she know - did she maybe remember something?
Then her expression turned blank again. The Doctor had never in his life experienced such a feeling of relief ... not once.
“I have to ... I have ind ind someone who is able to help me! I have to go..... to the police, to tell them I am suffering from amnesia, maybe my family or husband or whatever has reported me missing and worry about me .... I ... I have to go!” Clarice turned from one side to the other, her eyes searching around as if she sought for something she didn’t even know what it was. She seemed terribly nervous and confused.
Lecter grasped her shoulders and lead her slowly back to the bed. Soothing words calmed her somewhat, but as soon as they had reached the bed, again she started to babble and tried to free herself from his iron grip.
“My dear, listen to me, we’ll do all that, but first you have to get better, now lie down and try to get some sleep!”
No ..... No I can’t sleep .... I have to find out who I am, I know there’s something wrong here I can feel it even if I don’t know what it is!! I know I .... I have to do something, but what?” she shook her head to clear her thoughts but it seemed to be no use, as she finally gave up and let him take over.
Lecter carefully wrapped the covers around her slender features, then went away for just a second to return with a syringe.
“I don’t want.... !” Clarice began.
She couldn’t even finish, when Lecter started to explain.
“My darling Clarice, this will help you to get some sleep, hm!”
he gently injected the drug.
Her head still tossed from side to side. She kept on murmuring until the drug began to work. The Doctor sat down beside the sleeping Special Agent Clarice Starling. He sighed thoroughly. Apparently, he had put himself into an unbelievably hopeless situation. It all seemed like a contradiction in itself. Notably, as he had violated something that had always been most
precious to him: he had violated a principle ... even more, a byword which had all his life been a tenacious companion.
With one hasty movement Doctor Hannibal Lecter rose and went to the window. For some painful minutes he looked out into the deserted area in the middle of nowhere. The big house which he had bought years ago, was somewhere near San Diego, but quiet and deserted.
He turned his head to look again at the woman in his bed. How much he longed for her. To really be able to be with her. It would be the greatest gift for him if she wanted to be with him despite knowing who he was. Lecter scoffed.
“Well, my darling, you don’t leave me another option! Let’s see what tomorrow brings, shall we?” with those words he quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.
end part 3
by Sacara
Usual Disclaimers still apply....
He still wasn’t sure how to answer her questions. The expression on her face was so
desperate that he almost decided to tell her the truth - but there was something deep inside him, something powerful, that made him lie to her - lie to the one woman he profoundly loved and adored.
He disgusted lies - to lie meant to him to be weak, not having the strength to go against the tide and fight for what one believes. No, ... a lie was definitely something that he loathed, and now, would he do just that - how preposterous! Lecter had to chuckle in spite of himself.
Clarice turned when she heard him chuckling.
She raised her eyebrows questioningly. Her lovely face was still marked with worry. She seemed uneasy and uncomfortable. It hurt him to see her like this. She opened her lips slightly as if to say something, but no words came out. Of course he was aware what she was about to say.
He finally decided to end her suffering.
“Well, Clarice, I can’t tell you much either, you must know I found you like this. I have no idea who you are! I am afraid I am not of much help!” Lecter smiled at her apologetically.
“I... but you know my name, don’t you? Is it my real name or did you give it to me, and for how long have I been with you, anyway? ........... I still don’t know who you are! You could at least tell me that..!”
Clarice narrowed her big blue eyes, a small line appeared between her brows.
“You are with me now fboutbout nine days - your name, my dear, was the one thing that you still seemed to know ... you yourself told me, uhm, and I am Dr. Marcus Bradshaw..... nice to meet you, finally!” he smiled his typical smile.
Clarice tilted her head just a tad. Her eyes opened wide. Lecter swallowed once. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her look. Did she know - did she maybe remember something?
Then her expression turned blank again. The Doctor had never in his life experienced such a feeling of relief ... not once.
“I have to ... I have ind ind someone who is able to help me! I have to go..... to the police, to tell them I am suffering from amnesia, maybe my family or husband or whatever has reported me missing and worry about me .... I ... I have to go!” Clarice turned from one side to the other, her eyes searching around as if she sought for something she didn’t even know what it was. She seemed terribly nervous and confused.
Lecter grasped her shoulders and lead her slowly back to the bed. Soothing words calmed her somewhat, but as soon as they had reached the bed, again she started to babble and tried to free herself from his iron grip.
“My dear, listen to me, we’ll do all that, but first you have to get better, now lie down and try to get some sleep!”
No ..... No I can’t sleep .... I have to find out who I am, I know there’s something wrong here I can feel it even if I don’t know what it is!! I know I .... I have to do something, but what?” she shook her head to clear her thoughts but it seemed to be no use, as she finally gave up and let him take over.
Lecter carefully wrapped the covers around her slender features, then went away for just a second to return with a syringe.
“I don’t want.... !” Clarice began.
She couldn’t even finish, when Lecter started to explain.
“My darling Clarice, this will help you to get some sleep, hm!”
he gently injected the drug.
Her head still tossed from side to side. She kept on murmuring until the drug began to work. The Doctor sat down beside the sleeping Special Agent Clarice Starling. He sighed thoroughly. Apparently, he had put himself into an unbelievably hopeless situation. It all seemed like a contradiction in itself. Notably, as he had violated something that had always been most
precious to him: he had violated a principle ... even more, a byword which had all his life been a tenacious companion.
With one hasty movement Doctor Hannibal Lecter rose and went to the window. For some painful minutes he looked out into the deserted area in the middle of nowhere. The big house which he had bought years ago, was somewhere near San Diego, but quiet and deserted.
He turned his head to look again at the woman in his bed. How much he longed for her. To really be able to be with her. It would be the greatest gift for him if she wanted to be with him despite knowing who he was. Lecter scoffed.
“Well, my darling, you don’t leave me another option! Let’s see what tomorrow brings, shall we?” with those words he quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.
end part 3