The Eyes of a Lamb

Pride

Clarice felt the haze start to lift as she slowly opened her eyes to the blinding light that pierced above her. Her body felt cold, or maybe that was just the floor as she slowly sat up, her hand still trying to shield her sensitive eyes from the lights above. She could barely make out her surroundings, only seeing dry gray wall around her and glass in front of her. As her eyes began to focus though, Clarice felt panic set in instantly as she realized that she wasn't in a room, but a box within a room, a box just big enough for her to spread her arms and legs out in, but not enough to walk easily around.

Quickly she pressed herself against the glass, seeing two other similar boxes that housed two other bodies that lay unconscious.

"Oh no" Clarice whispered as she recognized who the bodies were "Will. Will! Will wake up!"

She saw Will stir a bit, his plaid covered torso moving only slightly at her words. Clarice turned to the second box and saw Abigail trying to recover as her eyes dazed a bit while her hands struggled to grasp onto something.

"Abigail!" Clarice said banging on the glass "Abigail it's Clarice!"

"Clarice?" Abigail muttered as her eyes started to focus "What's going on?"

"I don't know" Clarice said "But Will is here as well. What do you remember?"

"I...I was at Dr. Lecter's office" Abigail said groggily "And I felt this sting on my neck..."

"I think they drugged us" Clarice said feeling the tender spot where a tranquilizer needle had stuck "but I don't know who."

Suddenly Will got up, his heaving groan scaring both the girls as he slumped upwards, his head shaking violently to wake his mind up.

"Will!" Clarice said "Will are you alright?"

"Clarice" Will said "What's happening?"

"I think we are in trouble" Clarice said as all three of them realized they were stuck in a glass box with no clue where they were or how they were put in there. Clarice could see pumps leading in and out of the box though, which meant that air supply was provided for them. But for what reason where they put here?

Then suddenly, Clarice remembered Hannibal being at her house when she had been shot.

"Will do you see another box around me?" Clarice said in a panic.

"No why?" Will said getting frustrated.

"Hannibal was with me last night when I was attacked" Clarice said "Why did they just take me? Why didn't they take him?"

"Maybe they did and he's just not here" Will said struggling to follow her.

"But why not stick him in the box like the rest of us?" Clarice said.

Will's eyes grew wide as he realized who had put them here.

"The killer" Will whispered "Clarice we are the next victims."

"What?" Clarice said wondering how Will had gotten off the subject of Dr. Lecter.

"Clarice we need to find a way out of here" Will said "Because I think we are Pride."

Hannibal sat with his arms tied tightly to the chair he was sitting in, the leather straps working hard against his skin as two of Mason's goons strapped his legs in as well. A psych ward mask had been placed around his face, so that speech was allowed but limited.

Mason stood above him, his handsome smile wicked as he patiently tapped his fingers along his arm.

"You like it?" It's a 16th century torture chair. They used to strap traitors and prisoners in it to gain information" he said.