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Chapter 1
Dead. All of them. And I did nothing to stop it. Should I pity myself or scold?
Sweet, innocent Sunny, intelligent Klaus, poetic Isadora, well-read Quigley. Even my dear Duncan. They were all gone, and no amount of tears would bring them back.
I sighed and tried to shake away the memory of their deaths, but it came anyway.
"Who's first?" Came the mocking voice of Count Olaf, waving a gun around his head.
"Please!" The pleading voice of Klaus replied sobbingly, "Let us go!"
Count Olaf merely smiled, and with one quick wrist movement, he whipped the gun toward Klaus and pulled the trigger.
Many horrible sounds went off at once, as if someone had pulled a lever.
Different people screamed as the gunshot rang out, and to top it off, Olaf laughed maliciously, adding to the horror.
I sobbed unceasingly; the realization of my dead brother was too overwhelming.
"Anyone else have any witty comments they'd like to share?" Asked Olaf, his voice full of mocking menace.
He moved to the next person in line, Isadora. My mind immediately started to work, thinking of a way to escape.
I spotted a small open window, if I could only distract Olaf for a second, I could escape with my friend and sister.
I reached into my pocket and felt a small rock. Suddenly I had an idea.
I pulled the rock out of my pocket and dropped it, making a clattering sound that drew Olaf's attention.
"Run!" I screamed, and everyone followed me to the window.
I heard gunshots, and screams. I looked back and saw Isadora, Quigley, and Sunny on the ground.
I half cried, half squeezed myself into the window.
"COME ON, DUNCAN!" I cried through a film of tears covering my eyes.
Duncan squeezed through halfway, but a gunshot rang out, and Duncan fell limp.
I received a bolt from the blue from seeing all of the deaths. I cried as I ran, tears spilling from my eyes.
A tear leaked from my eye as I relived my past. Olaf was going to pay. And I mean PAY.
