Manhunter: Dragons of Chapters

A Story by Abishai100

Fan-adaptation of the searing Thomas Harris adapted 1981 Michael Mann cinema-gem about exploration of the evil of psychosis for wrought Earthling jardinieres (for mice).

Manhunter (Michael Mann) fanfiction. Happy '25 (thanks for reading),

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I took this case for a personal reason, and maybe it's because I wanted some closure to my crime-solving career with a pronouncement of some backwards relief linked to seeking advice from one of my earlier arrested-men for an Earthling-consciousness for incomplete-arts. I was pursuing a nefarious American Homeland psycho who dressed like a colonial-era man, maybe casting himself as some kind of tourism-host personality, and I wanted the counsel of a man I apprehended for criminal-insanity treatment, Dr. Lecter, an ex-psychologist who turned to cannibalism (Selfie-like).

Chief Jack knew I needed special self-time at my hostel-station (Inn Express), where I was lounging to some football-TV on a given Sunday, convincing myself this psycho-case in my portfolio surely made me a man of colors and careful 'examination' of evil, contributing something wonderful to Earth world (Facebook-like).

LECTER: You like my resume, sharp man?

ME: I know you blame me for your incarceration, but you need treatments.

LECTER: They've me inside (now!), and I make crayon arts for private-mind.

ME: I know something about it, doctor...you were once a man of prestige!

LECTER: So...you want advice on why a 'pilgrim' seeks bloody murder, yes?

ME: I sure do, and I do, because you understand displacements in intention.

LECTER: Ha, since I was a couch-doctor and attacked my patient(s), right?

ME: Why'd this bad guy want to re-present himself as a tourism-diplomat now?

LECTER: I saw the column in the paper of an artwork the killer provided.

ME: It was supposed to reflect his 'view' of one of his femme-girl victims (IQ).

LECTER: Maybe, sharp man, this (American?) bad-guy sees death as life too.

ME: That's interesting, and maybe he'd choose victims of similar faces then.

LECTER: Thank you for this...maybe you'd like to share your home address?

ME: Goodbye, Doctor Lecter...I'd rather not idle for the arts of Hell with ya.

LECTER: Good.

What did this American psycho want (with us, really)? Why this tourism-host personality get-up for gear? Dr. Lecter was right about him, I confessed (quietly) in my human brain (wow). I knew he'd seek some new victim who'd resemble some lady he made mark of to connect with a bloody murder painting, perhaps for record or culture or traffic-paranoia sarcasm. Maybe he was (just) anti-American. The 'colonial pilgrim' man, whom I called Dragon (for antisocial mysticism), liked to leave victims with blood/blood-stains around the nose of the face (maybe for the 'show' of Earthling frailty). This wasn't Facebook-like (ok).

I got myself a world-exchange 'reflection' platter of soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread at an Indian place and told the waitress she need not worry for me, post-reading of my newfound 'celebrity-ghost' status as a sort of modern Melvin Purvis (or something!). The waitress told me to be sure to have the luchi help my soul (my soul!) forget the Hell of my case (sure).

INTERVIEW: You tracked this Colonial (alias, 'Dragon') by a victim's mark, eh?
ME: I had a very-cool handgun which I boasted when he recognized me!

INTERVIEW: He was an employee at Colonial Williamsburg, eh?

ME: I knew he wanted to select some celebrity daughter Halloween guest.

INTERVIEW: You shot him in the legs before he threw his blade at ya, eh?

ME: This was a horrid case, and I'm simply happy it' only a toy memory.

INTERVIEW: Thanx.

I thanked Jesus Christ the case was (finally) closed. After a lengthy and ridiculous media-spotlight trial in my American Homeland, the Dragon was laid to treatments, something like Dr. Lecter, but I cared not to explore further here/now. I took a Selfie and realized what I craved most now was to think about cooking okra for my new waitress-lady (Esmerelda)...and to forget why evil sometimes has a tourist face (Facebook-like).