Captured Disclaimer: All of the characters in this

Bre363 Story are characters of Mr. Thomas

Harris. The story plot is mine so don't

sue because all I have is pocket lint!

Clarice stood up stretching, eyes aching from the glare of the computer screen. Still no sign of Dr. Lecter. It frightened her to some extent. She knew that he would not hurt her, but she knew that he would not hesitate to follow her if need be. It was almost like a game of cat and mouse. The question was: when was he going to start his game. That same question brought a thought to mind. In a strange sort of way, she was urging to see him again.

In the midst of her thoughts, it seemed that every light in the house went off.

"Shit!", she grumbled, with sudden night blindness overtaking her. Clarice felt loosely around for the lighter that she had carelessly threw on the kitchen counter a few hours earlier. She supposed it was next to her half-smoked pack of cigarettes( it was a habit that she could never seem to break). She walked...and walked...and stumbled right into the dining room table.

"Shit House Mouse!", she yelped, grabbing her shin and hobbled over to the counter. Clarice took hold of the lighter and took to lighting every candle in the house. Clarice, soon as she flopped "oh so gracefully" onto the loveseat, jumped up again.

She heard a distant ringing, it was coming from her cell phone. She grabbed it up tentatively before answering.

"Is this Clarice? Well hello Clarice...", she nearly dropped the phone in shock.

"H-hello, it's nice to hear from you again...Dr. Lecter."