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Holiday On Ice

copyright 2003, by Drandmrslecter

Disclaimer:    These characters were created by Thomas Harris.  They are used herein without permission, but in the spirit of admiration and respect.  No infringement of copyright is intended, and no profit, of any kind, is made by the creator, maintainer or contributors to this site.

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“There’s a young woman here to see you. Says she’s from the FBI, but she’s FAR too pretty, if you ask me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes. She’s beautiful. And smart. And witty. And has highlights in her hair the color of tiger’s eye.”

“So?”

“So? Sew? Yes, as a matter of fact, she does sew.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Nowhere. Yet.”

“Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

“If you’re not then I don’t know which is the greater fool.”

“What’s that smell?”

“Bilirubin. You shit when I cut you. Would you like your toilet seat back?”

“Please don’t kill me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. Just now.”

“So, where is this woman from the FBI?”

“In Washington, DC, I gather. Doing her duty. While you sit here doing your doody.”

“I thought you said she was here to see me?”

“She is. In spirit.”

“Hannibal, please.”

“Dr. Lecter, if you don’t mind. That seems most appropriate to your age and station.”

“Please…..I thought I was here on vacation......”

“Look at this card. Tell me what you see.”

“That’s Mf 13.”

“Yes. You’re supposed to avoid a sexual interpretation. But judging from your pre-death erection, I’d say you've failed miserably.”

“I’m scared.”

“As well you should be.”

“Can this all just end now?”

“My dear Dr. Chilton. Where’s the fun in that? We’re just getting started.”

“Please…..”

“You’re repeating yourself.”

“I just want this to be over with now….I can’t take it anymore.”

“Very well. As you wish.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Oh, yes. I’ll make absolutely certain that it does.”

“You Mother Fu….”

“Now, now, Dr. Chilton. Let’s leave our mothers out of it, shall we?”

“I never liked you, you sick fuck!!!! I hate you!!!!!!”

“That attitude is precisely what has gotten you into this predicament.”

“GO TO HELL!!!!!”

“Thank you. Now if you don’t mind, I’m getting a bit bored, so I think I'll just...”

“NO!! NO!! DON’T …..DON’T KILL ME…..DON’T EAT ME!!!!!!”

“Oh, the sweet smell of fear. How I do love it, so.

“Dr. Chilton? Dr. Chilton? Oh, my. I do believe he’s fainted.
And before I've had an opportunity to give him a Rorschach Test.

Ah, well. Considering we have nothing more to say to one another, farewell, Dr. Chilton. It's been absolutely horrible knowing you.”


FIN

copyright 2003, by Drandmrslecter

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