Farm

[lecter-md-phd.livejournal.com]

A man is in the kitchen, making himself lunch.

Note to self--get this place a proper wine decanter he thinks.

The narration dares your characters to ask him what he's cooking.

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[divisiblebynone.livejournal.com]

"What are you cooking?" Asks the boy with the gleaming eyes.

[lecter-md-phd.livejournal.com]

"Chilton."

Lecter doesn't lie unless he really has to. And he has his own very odd definition of 'has to'.

"Want some?"

[divisiblebynone.livejournal.com]

Superboy narrows his eyes at this bit. "What, exactly, is Chilton?"

[lecter-md-phd.livejournal.com]

And now Lecter is going to . . . tell the truth again. Why not?

"The warden of the insane asylum the athorities of my reality put me in when they found out that I'm a cannibal."

He licks his lips. "He treated the inmates rather badly. Revenge is sweet."

[divisiblebynone.livejournal.com]

Clarks eyes begin to glow red at this news. "I think you need to leave."Before Prime decides to boil the mans brains from the inside.

[lecter-md-phd.livejournal.com]

"I won't kill any of the people living on this farm unless I'm forced to." He smiles at Clark. "And I'm sure I'm not the only murderer allowed to live here. So you have no reason to make me leave."

[divisiblebynone.livejournal.com]

"You are eating a person, in my kitchen." There is a flash of red light, and Hannibals little meal vaporises instantly, along with the pot it was in. "No one here is that disgusting."

Careful, the kid has a short temper.

And Hannibal is a monster.

[lecter-md-phd.livejournal.com]

"I'll eat in my room in future, if you'd rather not see," Lecter says. "Is that better?"

He looks at the vaporized pot.

"I hope you have the money to buy a new one. I'm afraid my checks are useless here."

[divisiblebynone.livejournal.com]

"You do not get a room. There are no more rooms. You do not get to live here, on my farm!" Who cares if his parents sold it? This is his home, damn it.

"There is a city not too far from here, if you must live." This is his last warning. Actually, in all fairness, it's two warnings too many. If Hannibal tries to stay, Clark will kill him, and feel no remorse.

Well, that's not true. He'd feel some remorse if he got the kitchen messy. He's have to do something inventive, like flying him off into space or some such.

[lecter-md-phd.livejournal.com]

"I don't suppose you'd let me have a map, would you?" Lecter says, unperturbed. He rather expected someone to react this way.

[divisiblebynone.livejournal.com]

The entire world goes blurry for Hannibal, and is consumed by a great wind.

When things come back, he'll find himself deposited neatly on the bustling outskirts of Metropolis, delivered by Superman express.

But back at the farm, Clark is going to go uproots some big, heavy rocks. Working off steam. At least he didn't kill anyone. Not yet, anyways.