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Movies » Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal » The Ties that Bind
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Author’s Notes: Kay kay, my first Lecter universe fic. I’ve been wanting to write one for AGES now but never really got my thoughts onto paper, or screen as it would be. Mostly because they’ve always been pure smut! lol
This chapter is entirely setting the scene, giving you a feel for where in the story this takes place. Basically, alternate events after the shoot-out in Hannibal. This will likely become PWP as opposed to a true story and as such will go much different than the movie.
I do hope you enjoy the very beginnings of this fic and hope you will review with thoughts, comments, critiques, or even just begs for updates. :D
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in this fic though I’d just love it if Thomas Harris would sign them over to me:D
Disclaimer 2: The lyrics right after the chapter (No this isn’t a songfic, I just felt inspired when I was thinking up the name for this chapter.) are from a really poppy song called Stakeout by Freezepop. Go listen to it, it’s great. :D
CHAPTER ONE - STAKEOUT
I've got a plan in mind for you,
I'm waiting till the time is right;
I know that you’ll like what I do,
No need to put up a fight.
Watching you from far away,
You look so sweet and clueless.
Soon I'll move in on my prey.
It's time for me to do this.
Watching and waiting,
the feeling is elating.
Biding my time,
Yeah, I know that you'll soon be mine.
The issues were a library of tabloids, mostly the Tattler, recounting the career of a woman most people didn’t remember the name of. She’d had her fifteen minutes of fame when she’d caught that godawful man who had been skinning people on the East Coast, Buffalo Bill was what the papers had called him. But the FBI agent was merely a flash in the pan for the American media and they’d quickly moved on to more salacious and scandalous stories. In fact, she’d been nearly forgotten when about seven years after that incident with that . . . that freak, and as such about three months ago, her name started appearing back in the papers. Sure, there was an odd incident when she’d been involved in a shootout before that would create a little spread in the papers, but nothing like this. Never anything like this.
You see, this one-hit-wonder had found herself in a rather grisly shootout a few months back. She was up against some pretty tough folks, a bunch of drug dealers but what the papers wanted to focus on was the fact that this pretty little FBI agent had gunned down a mother holding her child in her arms. The picture of a woman kneeling protectively over her child was splattered across every front page in much the same way her brains were in each photo.
The tabloids had attacked her misfortune like hungry wolves, ripping into her life the way they had the day her name had been put next to Buffalo Bill’s and even better, that monstrous curiosity Hannibal the Cannibal. Anyone mentioned in tandem with these two creatures would surely avail interesting news if you shook it hard enough in your gnashing fangs. Now, however, their prey seemed subdued and dormant. The proceedings and trials at the J. Edgar Hoover building were now long-over, the book closed on Clarice M. Starling. Her name was dragged through the dirt and her life had been torn apart by the bureau, the bureaucracy, that she had given herself to and risked her life to please. It’s alright though, she got a nice two months severance pay when she was censured and subsequently discharged.
And on this night, three months after her official discharge she pulled her Mustang into her side of the carport outside her and Ardelia Mapp’s duplex. She didn’t even see the luxury sedan parked in front of the pickup truck at the opposite side of the cul-de-sac where the man continued to leaf through the Tattler, with his attention now diverted.
