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The Origin (Part 1)
By Carnotaur3
THE ORIGIN
PROLOGUE – Evil’s Sacrifice.
Tapping, constant tapping. Endless and forever. He couldn’t see, his eye lids seemed to have been wired shut, but he knew they weren’t. He was too drowsy, too sleepy to open them. He felt his body being dragged across the floor. Now, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t see and he couldn’t move. Darkness blanketed his sight.
This was George Brown. A man in his middle ages dressed in once was decent collard shirt and brown pants. They were now dirtied; tarnished, showing that there was some kind of brutal fight. He didn’t remember any fight. He did remember though, the hand that was being pressed against his mouth. In between the hand must have been a cloth. Must have. What had he done to deserve this…but what was being done? He started to hear the soft voice of the person who was dragging him. It was whistling. Yes, he could hear it clear as day. George began to feel rather happy and joyous, but inside…deep down inside he was scared as hell. Something was preventing him from expressing his true feelings at the given time. He laughed out loud in spite of this.
The dark figure proceeded into dragging George to a rope, which was hanging up on a rafter. He bounded his hands to it and lifted George up until his tiptoes were touching the hardwood floor of the apartment. The voice came. It was a little drowned out like listening to someone yelling in water, but slowly…very slowly, he began to hear it clearly.
“George, George, George. Aren’t we the least bit curious on what’s going on?” The unanimous voice asked.
George laughed and giggled. He shook his head with a big grin.
“If I tell you, the surprise will be over.”
“No….Ahh…hehe.” George couldn’t get out anything he really wanted to say. He suddenly came to the conclusion. He was drugged.
“George do you like music? Classical orchestration? No? It’s all I have. Here, let me put it on for you.” The voice said, trailing off tot he far corner of the room.
George shook his head continuously. He was so lost in his own mind. But he was regaining it. Oh, he felt it already. His eyelids were loosening. He was getting back his precious strength. It was the only thing he wanted now. Before this his life was much more in need of a job. His wife had left him three weeks ago with another man. He was working as a waiter for Mario’s for his two years in Tennessee. It was after a few times where he had been caught doping he finally got the shaft. That was just a month ago too.
Maybe just maybe, he thought, if I could find a job I could get Lori back…for good. Dear Lord, what am I saying? My life could be ending tonight. I must concentrate.
Rhapsopdy in Blue plays. By the crackling sound in the background it would have to be a record player. George could feel his eyes regaining even more strength.
“Goerge, you have no idea who I am?”
George recalled the voice before. Who was it? Oh he remembered. He had talked with him briefly. Doctor’s office. No…it was a psychologist. Dr…
“Lecter.” Hannibal softly said, “How’s your wife? She find out about that excessive happiness with your drugs?”
George swayed his head around. Dr. Hannibal Lecter was a local psychologist. He had been working with people who had bad dreams to the very darkest murderers. He wasn’t famous and he wasn’t known so much. But he was good at what he did, just as he was good at what he was now doing.
“I must remind you, George, that doing what you did has gotten you into some serious trouble.”
George’s eyes were now opening, everything turning blurry. From what he could see was a very dim lit room. A dark figure was slowly coming up to him.
“And you were caught.” Lecter finished.
Bursting out in laughter. George nodded and said, “Dr. Lecter, I really do remember.”
“I’m glad you do, you mind being my dinner tonight?” George’s eyes became wide as Hannibal the knife into his throat. George laughed, gurgled blood out of his mouth. It gushed over his chin and down to Hannibal’s hand.
“Shhh. It will be over soon.”
George’s life flashed before him. He saw Lori, her lovely hair brushing up against his neck. Her soft kiss giving him relief. She touched him. He laughed. She hugged. He squeezed. He foresaw how his life could’ve been. He was walking up to a grill, throwing on top of it hamburger patties. Lori was holding onto a little boys hand. He looked back at Lori and waved, his son waving back smiling like a kid that got an ice cream cone. They started to fade. But his feelings did not. It became a very dark place really quickly and then he felt nothing.
Hannibal wiped off the blade of the knife and walked to the sink, humming to the music. He washed off the remaining blood off his hand. With a smile he took out a skillet from a cabinet down below the sink and placed it on the stove.
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CHAPTER 1: Tired.
Yelling, that’s all I ever hear, and they aren’t even married yet, thought Billy Chapman, I’m tired, I want some sleep.
Billy was 5 years old when his dad, Jon Chapman, divorced his wife Holly. So it wasn’t that big of a deal. He never really remembered her as being that good of a mom anyway. He did however have feelings for her. Once or twice a year he comes to visit her in New York. See some shows. The whole deal. Some of the shows are good…some were terrible. He’ll never forget CATS. But his dad got a new girlfriend but a year ago. At age 11, Billy was now getting tired of all the fussing. They acted like they were married. Billy didn’t really know her, even though she had been living there at Jon’s house for a year. She was still a mystery to him. She never cared much for him either. Billy didn’t even know why they were still around each other, what’s there to love.
He didn’t care to this point, he was exhausted. Earlier today he was with his friends and they played three straight games of two hand touch football. School had been let off today because of the teacher’s meeting, so what else was there to do? Sit around, catch some toons? Yeah right, he wanted to plays some sports. He loved sports. He adored them actually. It was his getaway places from his father’s constant bickering with him. Another one was the ventilation shaft. He goes in there when his father really gets mad at him. Billy goes around to each apartment room on that floor, checking up on his neighbors. He began to find their life much more interesting.
Tomorrow he had to go to Dr. Lecter’s apartment for Math tutoring. The guy was nice to Billy. Very nice. He found his intellectual quite amusing and was interested in him from the getgo. Billy admired him and very much wanted to be like him than his own father.
The yelling had ceased a bit, Billy smiled. “Thank you.” He whispered to himself.
1/2/2003 6:51:25 PM
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