Dislcaimer: Mr L Snicket (or his representative Daniel Handler) owns all characters etc in this particular fanfic. Bow down to him/them/someone.
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I don't know why I did this really. I sit in bed with my pen and some depressing music (or Gabrielle) and write something.
This was one idea I had. I quite like it! It's Duncan and Isadora trapped at the bottom of the Ersatz Elevator, Ducan's POV. Two parts I think. Here is part one!
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"Get in orphans!" Count Olaf called, brandishing his knife.
How I had come to hate that knife. Of course Isadora and I climbed into the cage obediently, who wouldn't when threatened with a sharp metal object?
"It's three weeks until I can officially take you- so you'd better enjoy your time here!" he sneered, and jabbed the knife through the bar, narrowly missing Isadora's arm.
She screamed and threw herself into the corner- about six inches away. Olaf laughed nastily and left us. Well at least it was something.
"Isadora?" I shuffled over to her.
"We're going to die. We're going to die" she repeated, holding her arm where the pyromaniac had almost struck.
I said nothing because I agreed, only didn't want to make it worse.
"No we're not" The biggest lie I ever told.
"We are! Our parents are dead. Quigley is dead-" she burst into tears.
So did I, and we huddled together for a while, crying.
"Where are the Baudelaires now?" I wondered aloud.
"I don't want to think about it" Isadora replied.
"Don't you think they're looking?" I was surprised. The Baudelaires were a lingering hope in mind- one I hadn't wanted to voice.
"Of course I think they are. But it's hope Duncan- false hope! They'll never find us…"
It was true, which meant my only hope in the world had just been shattered. We didn't know where we were- how could they? It was too dark to even see how big the room we had been imprisoned in was! Thanks Isadora… now I feel better.
"WE'RE GOING TO GET OUT OF HER!!!" I screamed angrily in sudden burst of fury and kicked the cage door. It rattled, laughing at my attempts.
Where are you Violet? You could be helping us now, you could get us out? WHY aren't you here? We did EVERYTHING for you!
I was angry at them- angry they were deserting us. It was their fault we were going to die!
Isadora took out her notebook. Ever since we could write we'd had those. I felt sad they would soon be gone- along with us.
"How can you see that?" I asked her.
"I'm imagining it" Isadora replied.
"Does it help?"
"Maybe… short term"
"Can you imagine us escaping?" I watched her apprehensively.
"Yes" a weak smile appeared my sister's face. "I can see the Baudelaires finding us, and Count Olaf being arrested"
It was a hope I longed to be true.
"I can imagine…" I began. "I can imagine being back at the Quagmire mansion… with our parents and Quigley"
I felt a hand on my arm, and opened my eyes. It was Isadora.
"Don't" she said sadly.
I missed Quigley so much right then. There was an empty space beside me- a Quigley sized one. I reached out, as though that would somehow make my brother reappear.
Isadora leaned on me, and we sat there for a while, again, in silence.
"Are you there brats?" called a voice.
Well, let me think. No. We've escaped.
"I have food. Got to keep you alive, haven't we?" It was the hook-handed man.
"I don't know" Isadora said sarcastically. "Do you?"
The man stopped and looked at us, confused.
"For now that's orders" he said, and shoved some slices of bread and a jug ("pitcher") of water at us. "Feed the twins. That's what boss said"
"WE'RE TRIPLETS" I screamed. I was fed up of people forgetting my brother.
"Right. And I'm down here with my sister Alberta! Calm down!"
Maybe I didn't need to be so loud. I took a slice of bread and crammed it in my mouth. Klaus was probably sitting in a library somewhere reading his way through shelves and eating caviar. I doubt he was even sparing us a thought. I hoped he was going to be forever filled with guilt when we were murdered. That was a nice thought.
"You know" the hook-handed man said. "I don't think your annoying friends will appear this time"
"They're not our friends" I said coldly, and Isadora turned in shock.
Well that went Ok. Please R&R!