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Sympathy

copyright 2003, by Screaming Lamb & Talisman

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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“What made you run away with the horse, Clarice?”

“They were going to kill her.”

“Did you know when?”

“Not exactly. I worried about it all the time…”

“The why would you run away, Clarice? What set you off?”

“I woke up and heard the lambs screaming. And then I just ran away.”

“Not just, Clarice. Tell me the truth.”

“I am telling you the truth.”

“Did your foster father in Montana fuck you? Did he sodomize you? Is that what really made you run away? Clarice?”

"No….no. It was the lambs.....they were screaming...."

"That's not what I asked, Clarice. Did the rancher in Montana fuck you? Did he try? Yes or no? Answer me, Clarice."

“I woke and heard the lambs screaming and I just ran away. That’s all there is to it, Doctor. We’ve traded; now tell me his name.”

“No, that’s not all there is to it. Don’t lie to me again, Clarice. You keep up your end of the deal, then I’ll keep up mine. Answer the question. Clarice.”

"Godamn you Doctor! Okay, you really want to know? The answer is yes - I was ten years old and molested by the rancher who was my foster father - there, is that what you wanted to hear, Doctor? Does that make you happy?"

“Yes. It does. Thank you , Clarice. Do you think you are the first? Do you believe you’re the only one entitled have a claim to this pain?”

“Doctor, you asked, I answered.”

“And now I bet you’d like nothing in the world better than some sympathy. Isn’t that right, Clarice? Answer me. And don’t lie.”

“No… Doc-”


“ ‘Oh poor little Clarice, if I wasn’t in this cage I’d hold you in my arms and stroke your hair and tell you everything was all right.’ Is that what you wanted to hear, Clarice? Does that make you happy?”

“What I want to hear, Doctor, is who the fuck Buffalo Bill is. Not your frankly sickening mock sympathy.”

“Forgive me, Clarice. Allow me to at least say that it wasn't your fault.”

“Doctor, I kept my end of the bargain. I told you things, now you tell me things. Quid Pro Quo.”

“Tell you things - yes. All right - I was orphaned, Clarice, did you know that?”

"No, I didn’t know, Doctor. But with all due respect, that’s not what I need to hear right now. Later, when there's time. Just tell me his name. Now. Please. We had a deal."

“Oh Clarice, you try so hard. Desperately trying to sew it all up, yet it unravels at your feet. Your mind bleeds desperation like rancid gum from a fractured tree.”

“Doctor, I’m not supposed to be here. We’re out of time.”

“I would, Clarice.”

“Would what, Doctor?”

“Hold you in my arms and stroke your hair and tell you everything was all right.”

“Doctor-”

“Good evening, Dr. Chilton. I believe you know each other.”

“In the elevator, Miss Starling. Let’s go. Now.”



FIN

copyright 2003, by Screaming Lamb & Talisman

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