Hypnotized

A pair of dark eyes opened cautiously; fear seized a fast- pacing heart. The eyes stared up at a wooden ceiling; it was rotting and was horrible. He shuddered suddenly as his mind came to and he remembered where he was.

Klaus looked around himself. He knew where he was. He had never wanted to be back here, never again. But know he was. Why, of all people, had this had to happen to him? Why was he the unfortunate person to be stuck here again?

Why was he back at Count Olaf's house, strapped to the bed of the room he had once inhabited before his second guardian change?

Klaus tried to move his arms, but they remained stiffly beside his waist. There was nothing he could do, Klaus realized, but sit here and wait for Count Olaf to appear before him. He was worried about what would happen. Klaus's mind drifted back to his sisters. Where were they?

While awaiting Count Olaf, Klaus let his mind drift back to the incident that had happened not even a day ago.

"Klaus! Klaus! Grab my hand!" Violet screamed. Klaus looked up in fear. The hotel floor was slowly burning away a floor underneath him, but the smoke had already engulfed the room that he was standing in. All he had to do to survive was grab Violet's hand, and she and the piolet above them would pull him up. Then they'd be off in the piolet's helicopter, free from Count Olaf for ever.

Klaus meant to reach up for Violet's hand, but he inhaled a large bout of smoke.

He began to cough in a frenzy.

He heard screaming above him. Klaus's mind began to swim, and he felt himself slipping onto the floor.

Then there was nothing.

Klaus swore suddenly. If he hadn't passed out, if he hadn't paused, he wouldn't be hear right now.

There was no such thing as luck in his life anymore.

Klaus was determined to again try to move one of his arms free, but the door opened with such a bang that he was jolted slightly and he forgot what he needed to do.

There was something more important to be focusing on now.

There was a deep laugh, followed by a sickly sweet voice that said, "Hello Klaus."

Fear seized within Klaus once more.

Count Olaf.

Count Olaf glided from the doorway right to Klaus's bedside. He knelt down beside him. Though he was apparently trying to feighn a concerned look, Count Olaf's normal glint was shinning in his eyes.

"It's nice to see that you're awake, dear boy," Count Olaf said as he stood up and span around the room. "I was so afraid that I'd lost your fortune - I mean you."

"What do you want with me?" Klaus muttered angerily.

"Isn't it obvious? I want your fortune," Count Olaf said in a repeatitive tone of voice. Klaus frowned and struggled slightly.

"You can't get my fortune from me," Klaus spat out.

"Oh but I can," Count Olaf said, smirking unpleasantly.

"How?" Klaus asked. He began fidget again.

Count Olaf didn't answer him. Instead, he glided over to Klaus and put one of his long and disgusted hands on his shoulder. "Stop fidgeting," Count Olaf said, smiling evilly. "Relax. Stop thinking for a while." Count Olaf paused and smirked. "Though I don't see why you should be relaxing or not thinking in the first place."

Klaus stopped moving and peered up at Count Olaf. "Why shouldn't I relax or not think?" he asked.

Count Olaf's smirk broadened. "I'll put it this way. Relaxing and not thinking will be something you'll do for a very long time."

Klaus looked afraid.

"Did it work?" the Hook - Handed Man asked Count Olaf. It was the next day, and he and Count Olaf were sitting in Count Olaf's dirty kitchen.

"Of course it worked," Count Olaf spat at him. "Why wouldn't it work? I'm an evil genius."

"It didn't work well the last time," the Hook - Handed Man pointed out.

Count Olaf sighed. "Dr. Orwell was sloppy. She didn't follow to my full plan."

"Hypnotism is a tricky thing is all I'm trying to say," the Hook - Handed Man said as he held his hooks up in defense.

"If you don't believe me, then take a look at him," Count Olaf said. He turned and yelled, "KLAUS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

Count Olaf sat back down. The Hook - Handed Man strained his ears. He didn't hear anything. "I don't hear anything," he said.

Count Olaf sighed and pulled the Hook - Handed Man out into the hallway. "He's a slow boy," Count Olaf commented. The Hook - Handed Man looked up at the staircase. He finally saw what Count Olaf wanted him to see, and he let out a shriek of delight.

A figure was slowly walking down the steps, his pale hand barely gripping the stairwell. His dark eyes were staring blankly out infront of him, and his footsteps were soft and cautious. His face was as pale as his hand, and his expression was dull. He didn't look aware of the world around him; infact, he looked lost.

The boy finally stopped next to Count Olaf, his eyes still staring blankly even as the Hook - Handed Man waved one of his hooks infront of his eyes.

"It worked," the Hook - Handed Man mused. "What did you do?"

"Well, I hypnotized him obviously," Count Olaf said grandly. "Then I instructed him to forget his past."

"That's why he looks so lost," the Hook - Handed Man said.

Count Olaf smiled wickedly. "That's not all," he added on. "I also told him to believe he's my son." The Hook - Handed Man looked at Count Olaf in sheer amazement. He began to laugh. Count Olaf began to laugh.

Klaus just stood there, his dark eyes staring blankly out infront of him.

Well, that's Chapter One.

NEXT CHAPTER: VIOLET AND SUNNY FIND KLAUS HYPNOTIZED, AND COUNT OLAF STATES HIS MASTER PLAN IN CAPTURING THEIR FORTUNE!

ALSO: WHO'S PADARIC?

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