With Impunity
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Part Five: Timiditas
With Impunity – Part 5: Timiditas (lat. for fear)
By Sacara
Clarice shook unceasingly. She was terrified. Her heart seemed to be hammering in her body, she felt as if she would faint any minute. She rocked to and fro kind of like a mentally ill person in a funny farm. Clarice tried to stay calm, to not get any more hysterical than she already was, but it was no use ...... the normally calm agent Starling known for her sharp mind started to mumble to herself. First it was just a quiet murmuring, but then it grew louder and louder:
"Ohno... ohno, that can’t be, please no, ohno, omygod, ohmygod...." It went on and on like a mantra till she nearly screamed those few words.
The door suddenly flew open and Dr. Lecter came bursting into the bathroom. He stopped short, totally shattered and out of words, which did not happen very often, actually it had never happened before.
He found his beloved Clarice in the tub, with her arms tightly woven around her both legs, her knuckles appeared deadly white from the strain. Her whole small body trembled, then that terrible whimpering, whining sounds she uttered incessantly, that climaxed in those nerve-racking screams - he had never felt that horrified before. What was happening to her, he thought, his collar felt too tight – he couldn’t breathe and it choked him.
For a split second he wasn’t even able to move, thousands of thts rts ran through his mind but then he finally hurried over to Clarice. He pulled her out of the now almost cold water and grabbed a big fluffy towel to wrap it around her slender features. He shook her slightly to wake her out of the state of trance in which she seemed to be.
"Wake up darling, come on, it’s just a dream, mhm!" he rubbed and massaged her cool body to get her warm again. His soothing words seemed to take its use when she eventually stopped to repeat those words. Lecter was immensely relieved, these sounds had bothered him deeply, more than he had thought anything could ever bother him. He kept on mumbling words of comfort to Clarice.
Lecter realized after awhile that she had come back to full consciousness again, and he also noticed that she was surprisingly quiet in his arms - almost numb. Hannibal slowly grasped her both shoulders with his hands to hold her some inches away from his body. He wanted to look at her, to reassure himself that everything was in order. He did just that.
The second their gazes met, he knew, knew that she remembered, knew that she was aware who she was dealing with, knew what happened. He was desperate, as desperate as one Hannibal Lecter could become. Then the center of his attention spoke, for the first time as herself.
"No, Dr. Lecter, this is no dream, this is reality, this is me: Special Agent Clarice Starling imprisoned by a murderer, by Dr. Hannibal Lecter! How could you do this to me? I thought you respected me, I really thought you were the gentleman you always insist on being. How could you humiliate me in the most meanest way imaginable?" she accused him directly.
Lecter was not able to say anything, words seemed to be building up in his mind but apparently he couldn’t utter them. More than once he began to form a sentence, his mouth opened ever so slightly, but it was useless.
There was nothing he could say, nothing to defend what he had done, nothing to justify his deeds. It was over, his disguise had been lifted and he was discovered. Hannibal sighed deeply, exhausted all of a sudden, he let go of her arms, raised one hand and rubbed his forehead and eyebrows with thumb and index finger, then turned without looking at her and left the bathroom.
Clarice scoffed.
She could really not quite believe what had just happened here. Had Hannibal Lecter, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, "The Monster" really just left the room, defeated and totally destroyed. Was it actually possible, she thought not, but unless she had merely dreamed it, it definitely had happened.
Starling stood there, the towel wrapped tightly around her, drops of peach flavored water fell down from her still wet hair. She shook her head and slowly began to walk out of the damp room. When she almost reached the room, in which she had slept the nights before, she remembered that her clothes still lay in the bathroom, so she went back to pick them up and returned to the room. There she put them on, more or less automatically without really noticing what she was doing. Her mind was still on the scene with Lecter in the bathroom.
Minutes later Clarice recognized that she had been sitting on the edge of the bed frozen like a marble statue. She got up and went to search for her host.
Starling noticed just now that it was a rather big house, well what do you expect from a man like him, she asked herself. She searched around for some time and was almost sure that he had left, when she entered a large dark room. Big azure curtains covered the grand Venetian windows. The room was full of antiques and very Lecter-like. She had to smile in spite of herself.
Then she saw him sitting behind a pompous mahogany desk. His head was propped on his hands. He sat there very quiet, to Clarice it looked as if he was sleeping because there was no movement in him.
Agent Starling bit on her lower lip. She thought of something to say. How was she supposed to act now. What did he expect from her? Did he think that she would take her gun and shoot him or try to get him back to DC? It was ludicrous, the whole situation was insane.
However, the most irritating thing was that she felt sympathy for him, how that was possible she had no idea, but that was what she felt.
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End part 5
By Sacara
Clarice shook unceasingly. She was terrified. Her heart seemed to be hammering in her body, she felt as if she would faint any minute. She rocked to and fro kind of like a mentally ill person in a funny farm. Clarice tried to stay calm, to not get any more hysterical than she already was, but it was no use ...... the normally calm agent Starling known for her sharp mind started to mumble to herself. First it was just a quiet murmuring, but then it grew louder and louder:
"Ohno... ohno, that can’t be, please no, ohno, omygod, ohmygod...." It went on and on like a mantra till she nearly screamed those few words.
The door suddenly flew open and Dr. Lecter came bursting into the bathroom. He stopped short, totally shattered and out of words, which did not happen very often, actually it had never happened before.
He found his beloved Clarice in the tub, with her arms tightly woven around her both legs, her knuckles appeared deadly white from the strain. Her whole small body trembled, then that terrible whimpering, whining sounds she uttered incessantly, that climaxed in those nerve-racking screams - he had never felt that horrified before. What was happening to her, he thought, his collar felt too tight – he couldn’t breathe and it choked him.
For a split second he wasn’t even able to move, thousands of thts rts ran through his mind but then he finally hurried over to Clarice. He pulled her out of the now almost cold water and grabbed a big fluffy towel to wrap it around her slender features. He shook her slightly to wake her out of the state of trance in which she seemed to be.
"Wake up darling, come on, it’s just a dream, mhm!" he rubbed and massaged her cool body to get her warm again. His soothing words seemed to take its use when she eventually stopped to repeat those words. Lecter was immensely relieved, these sounds had bothered him deeply, more than he had thought anything could ever bother him. He kept on mumbling words of comfort to Clarice.
Lecter realized after awhile that she had come back to full consciousness again, and he also noticed that she was surprisingly quiet in his arms - almost numb. Hannibal slowly grasped her both shoulders with his hands to hold her some inches away from his body. He wanted to look at her, to reassure himself that everything was in order. He did just that.
The second their gazes met, he knew, knew that she remembered, knew that she was aware who she was dealing with, knew what happened. He was desperate, as desperate as one Hannibal Lecter could become. Then the center of his attention spoke, for the first time as herself.
"No, Dr. Lecter, this is no dream, this is reality, this is me: Special Agent Clarice Starling imprisoned by a murderer, by Dr. Hannibal Lecter! How could you do this to me? I thought you respected me, I really thought you were the gentleman you always insist on being. How could you humiliate me in the most meanest way imaginable?" she accused him directly.
Lecter was not able to say anything, words seemed to be building up in his mind but apparently he couldn’t utter them. More than once he began to form a sentence, his mouth opened ever so slightly, but it was useless.
There was nothing he could say, nothing to defend what he had done, nothing to justify his deeds. It was over, his disguise had been lifted and he was discovered. Hannibal sighed deeply, exhausted all of a sudden, he let go of her arms, raised one hand and rubbed his forehead and eyebrows with thumb and index finger, then turned without looking at her and left the bathroom.
Clarice scoffed.
She could really not quite believe what had just happened here. Had Hannibal Lecter, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, "The Monster" really just left the room, defeated and totally destroyed. Was it actually possible, she thought not, but unless she had merely dreamed it, it definitely had happened.
Starling stood there, the towel wrapped tightly around her, drops of peach flavored water fell down from her still wet hair. She shook her head and slowly began to walk out of the damp room. When she almost reached the room, in which she had slept the nights before, she remembered that her clothes still lay in the bathroom, so she went back to pick them up and returned to the room. There she put them on, more or less automatically without really noticing what she was doing. Her mind was still on the scene with Lecter in the bathroom.
Minutes later Clarice recognized that she had been sitting on the edge of the bed frozen like a marble statue. She got up and went to search for her host.
Starling noticed just now that it was a rather big house, well what do you expect from a man like him, she asked herself. She searched around for some time and was almost sure that he had left, when she entered a large dark room. Big azure curtains covered the grand Venetian windows. The room was full of antiques and very Lecter-like. She had to smile in spite of herself.
Then she saw him sitting behind a pompous mahogany desk. His head was propped on his hands. He sat there very quiet, to Clarice it looked as if he was sleeping because there was no movement in him.
Agent Starling bit on her lower lip. She thought of something to say. How was she supposed to act now. What did he expect from her? Did he think that she would take her gun and shoot him or try to get him back to DC? It was ludicrous, the whole situation was insane.
However, the most irritating thing was that she felt sympathy for him, how that was possible she had no idea, but that was what she felt.
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End part 5