The Fourth Wall
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Category:
S through Z › Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal/Red Dragon
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,460
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.
The Fourth Wall
Title: The Fourth Wall
Author: Slashydutchie
Rating: R
Pairing: Possible Lecter/OMC, not sure where this one’ll take me.
Genre: Good question… mostly thriller and psychological elements I guess.
Summary: Set at the very beginning of Silence Of The Lambs, does not follow canon (you could fire a cannon from this fic without worrying about hitting canon, bad pun resulting from a Dutch figure of speech intended) After Lecter has Miggs kill himself (which in this fic has nothing to do with Clarice), our favourite cannibal gets a new neighbour.
Disclaimer: Once I’m done with everyone and everything that belongs to other people, I’ll let them out of my basement and return to their respective owners… I promise. So, no… nothing and no-one you recognize belongs to me. The OMC does, of course.
“Is it true?”
James Martin, 35, father of two, couldn’t contain himself any longer. He was new at this particular branch of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. This was where the REAL predators lurked and currently he was helping couple workers fit in a new front to a cell that would allow the institution to harbour one of the most dangerous men in the country, perhaps the world.
Now James didn’t scare easily. He’d worked with criminals for all his life and his father had been a prison warden, after all. The man could usually adapt easily and was well capable in his field of work. Hell, even Hannibal ‘The Cannibal’ Lecter hadn’t been too much of a problem after Barney had formally introduced him.
Yet… there was something about having two highly intelligent serial killers in one cellblock, right next to each other in fact, that didn’t feel right to him. Especially considering their… similar tastes, so to speak.
“From what I’ve heard, yes,” said the man who was currently occupied with the placing of big, sturdy bolts.
“Real nutjob, this one… will suit his neighbour just fine.”
The last bit made James roll his eyes. Great. He knew Lecter would be listening and a comment like that would just serve to make the man cranky. Not that he would ever show it outright, Lecter was far too sophisticated for something that childish, but you would know in subtle ways.
Right now, for instance, a quick glance into the cell showed Lecter almost visibly thinking of recipes.
Well, maybe it was that… or it could just be his tired brain imagining things. He had after all just pulled a double and was going into the triple. It was an easy way for him to get away from home after a fight with his wife. Maybe it was weak of him, but James often felt he had almost a split personality. Inside the prison walls he was big and strong, one of life’s chasers… outside, well our dear James was a runner. Plain and simple.
This doesn’t matter.
This story isn’t about James.
The only reason of his mention was the thing he said next.
“They call him Sweeney Todd for a reason.”
A/N: Yeah, that WAS mean, wasn’t it?
Author: Slashydutchie
Rating: R
Pairing: Possible Lecter/OMC, not sure where this one’ll take me.
Genre: Good question… mostly thriller and psychological elements I guess.
Summary: Set at the very beginning of Silence Of The Lambs, does not follow canon (you could fire a cannon from this fic without worrying about hitting canon, bad pun resulting from a Dutch figure of speech intended) After Lecter has Miggs kill himself (which in this fic has nothing to do with Clarice), our favourite cannibal gets a new neighbour.
Disclaimer: Once I’m done with everyone and everything that belongs to other people, I’ll let them out of my basement and return to their respective owners… I promise. So, no… nothing and no-one you recognize belongs to me. The OMC does, of course.
“Is it true?”
James Martin, 35, father of two, couldn’t contain himself any longer. He was new at this particular branch of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. This was where the REAL predators lurked and currently he was helping couple workers fit in a new front to a cell that would allow the institution to harbour one of the most dangerous men in the country, perhaps the world.
Now James didn’t scare easily. He’d worked with criminals for all his life and his father had been a prison warden, after all. The man could usually adapt easily and was well capable in his field of work. Hell, even Hannibal ‘The Cannibal’ Lecter hadn’t been too much of a problem after Barney had formally introduced him.
Yet… there was something about having two highly intelligent serial killers in one cellblock, right next to each other in fact, that didn’t feel right to him. Especially considering their… similar tastes, so to speak.
“From what I’ve heard, yes,” said the man who was currently occupied with the placing of big, sturdy bolts.
“Real nutjob, this one… will suit his neighbour just fine.”
The last bit made James roll his eyes. Great. He knew Lecter would be listening and a comment like that would just serve to make the man cranky. Not that he would ever show it outright, Lecter was far too sophisticated for something that childish, but you would know in subtle ways.
Right now, for instance, a quick glance into the cell showed Lecter almost visibly thinking of recipes.
Well, maybe it was that… or it could just be his tired brain imagining things. He had after all just pulled a double and was going into the triple. It was an easy way for him to get away from home after a fight with his wife. Maybe it was weak of him, but James often felt he had almost a split personality. Inside the prison walls he was big and strong, one of life’s chasers… outside, well our dear James was a runner. Plain and simple.
This doesn’t matter.
This story isn’t about James.
The only reason of his mention was the thing he said next.
“They call him Sweeney Todd for a reason.”
A/N: Yeah, that WAS mean, wasn’t it?