Disclaimer: Lemony Snicket owns Klaus Baudelaire, and the rest of the Baudelaires for that matter. And if you want to get technical, then you would say that Daniel Handler owns Lemony Snicket, who owns the Baudelaires, who own… a hair ribbon, a rusty toboggan and a poncho? Oh and an enormous fortune!

This was going to be a songfic, but I couldn't find a song I thought would go well. I have been wanting to do a Klaus POV for a while, and all though this isn't the best scene I could have picked, I thought it would be interesting. As usual like all my other fics, I wrote it very late. I hope it makes up for all the sappiness/cheesiness however else you wish to describe this. I like to call it short. Be nice and review…. PLEASE!

A year ago if anybody had told me I'd soon be travelling in the trunk of an evil villain, I would have laughed. If anybody had approached me that rainy Saturday, and said that the only way I'd be able to breathe was through several bullet holes, I would have assumed they were insane.

But that was a year ago, and a lot can happen in a year.

I lie now, the only light through the circular slits above me, inside that filthy trunk, fighting to escape that evil villain, fighting for my life.

I don't dare make a sound; too scared someone will hear me. On the other hand I want to scream, scream so loudly that all the confusion and injustice in my head will just go away.

I realise I could be dead. I wouldn't notice. The dark seems to grow more intense every second, and as I stare into the decaying roof, I wish it would just swallow me up.

I've read several books about black holes, and that's sort of what it feels like. Like I can't escape or return… that this will go on forever.

My sister's presence is little comfort. Violet may as well be miles away, because I can't be sure she really is huddled next to me. I can't really be sure of anything anymore.

I don't think I can physically move any longer either. I try to reach out for Sunny, but it seems my brain no longer controls my limbs.

I hear distant cackles, but they mean nothing. I'm in a villain's car. What is there to expect?

I try to whisper my sibling's names, to make sure they are ok, but my throat is dry and clogged up.

I have no idea how long we are going to be lying here. I don't care. Being so empty allows me to forget. And I want to. I want to forget everything.

Not too sure about that.

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Oh and if you can think of a song, please tell me! I might change it a bit if I can find one…