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« SOFIE'S HEART (Hannibal Lecter Fanfiction)   It was summer 1984.

She didn't know why it happened.

A simple thought crossed her mind and that was all. When it was done, she couldn't remember when she had decided to act but she had.

She was smiling and proud of what she achieved.

The blood was spreading so fast on the ground.

She felt amazed: how could that small animal contain so much life? Yes, the blood on the ground was life, taken away by her own hands.

She couldn't take her eyes away from what she was seeing.

A new feeling spread into her all body: freedom.

For once in her life, she made her own choice, without influences from anyone.

She was all covered with blood from her hair to her knees, as she wanted to admire her work closely.

She started to stare at her hands, instead of a peach skin, they both had the colour of her crime: red.

The smell started to get more and more unbearable, thanks to the heat.

Though, she was not the kind of girl who enjoyed violence, everybody knew that, as did she.

She had always defended the weak with words, not with fists.

She was a thin, calm girl, a good example for the others as her teachers used to say.

The apple of her parents' eyes, who was always taught good manners.

She realised what she had done.

What was wrong with her?  She took a life away but ...

for no reason.

A free act.

No: a sick act.  Suddenly, a kid's shriek took her off her thoughts.

She turned around, got up and stared at the kid, who was crawling on the ground, calling for his father to hurry and look what the evil girl did to her puppy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The room was silent.

The only sound you could hear was the ticking of the clock.

17.29.

In one minute, Doctor Lecter would come in, sit at his desk, flick through some papers (probably her file) and finally, look at her.

The look was disturbing, but she still liked him.

He had taste and good manners.

He expressed himself like no one. »

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