A/n: Why do so little people READ these things? The stories I mean rather
than the A/n's which absolutely no one reads.
Chapter 1:
Isadora struggled against Colette's grasp her brothers on either side of her were fighting against Kevin and Hugo. There was no time for a happy reunion for the triplets, Violet Baudelaire was in serious trouble. "You just watch Olaf, my siblings will be here any minute, they'll help me." Violet said Cruelly. Olaf laughed cruelly. When one laughs it is usually to celebrate joy, I can safely say that Olaf and his idiotic group of companions took great enjoyment from this. How one could find something of this nature amusing I have no idea all I can say is that Olaf and his troupe somehow did. "Oh they will, will they?" he sneered. "Don't you REALISE orphan, why you're siblings aren't here!" Esmé asked her orange lipstick glittering in the setting sun. "Don't listen to them Violet please just don't!" howled Quigley. He stepped on Hugo's foot in annoyance.
"They'll be here." Violet whispered the hope was evident in her voice. What if it took them too long to find the V.F.D? "Your siblings I'm afraid cannot be here to rescue you..." Olaf said a cruel smirk on his face. "Oh just tell her already I'm sick of this!" Esmé snapped. Esmé was Count Olaf's ridiculously stylish girlfriend. She lived for what was in and apparently hideous fire dresses were in. "Your bookworm brother and the toothy brat are dead!" snapped Olaf. "NO!" Violet yelled. "Don't listen to..." Colette placed her hand over Isadora's mouth her arm easily snaking itself around her head. Colette was a contortionist at the local carnival or had been until she had joined Count Olaf, and the carnival was now burnt down. "They are, just moments ago the hook handed man threw them off the mountain you stupid orphan now you are the last remaining Baudelaire." Violet took a few seconds to process this information. If she was the last Baudelaire then... "You're our key to the Baudelaire fortune!" Esmé squealed delightfully. It sickens me to think of how happy she was at this moment in time. Especially considering Violet's plight. A word which here means 'she was thinking about how to get out of this situation. But not doing a very good job'
"They could be just around the corner Violet, PLEASE I'm begging you don't listen." Duncan called. She wasn't listening, she couldn't listen to him right now. "This is true Olaf?" she questioned her eyebrows furrowed. She wished she had her ribbon. "Every word now you stupid orphan brat come here with your stupid friends." "I'm not as stupid as you think." Olaf smirked this was all part of his plan. I wish I could turn back time and tell her before she decided to take drastic measures. "If I'm your last hope at the Baudelaire fortune then..." she took a step toward the edge. Esmé widened her orange kohl painted eyes. "Without me you can't get it." "VIOLET NO!" Cried Isadora she had bit Colette's hand so she could speak. "I'm sorry." Violet whispered tears in her eyes. She took another shaky step towards the edge. "NOOOOOO!" yelled all three Quagmires at the same time. Violet shook her head her tears stopping in icy tracks over her face. "Forgive me." She pleaded and then in one final swift movement Violet had thrown herself from the top of Mount Fraught. Isadora screamed and closed her eyes, the two brothers who had been crying were now furiously trying to see if she was hanging by her fingertips on a ledge. Needless to say she wasn't.
Olaf laughed. Why he was laughing was a mystery soon to be revealed to the three triplets. "Shut up you idiot, with Violet dead you can't get her fortune anyway!" Duncan seethed. "I'm not as stupid as you think." Mimicked Esmé her voice all squeaky. "She fell right for it, Oh Olaf you are so smart." "Fell for it?" Quigley asked his lip trembling. He was the first to figure it out. "Guys!" yelled a voice. It was Klaus. He was running up the pathway Sunny grasped in his arms. "NO KLAUS GO BACK!" Screamed Isadora. "No! Olaf, Volunteers are everywhere!" Klaus pointed to the west-side of the mountain where a large body of people where moving toward them. Olaf seemed to realise. "We'll get the Baudelaire brats later, take those three and go!" he barked to the three former circus freaks. Isadora once again bit Colette freeing herself. Duncan and Quigley kicked their captors. I should like to take this moment to say they had the advantage as the males have a particular weak spot I shall not mention, all you need to know is that this is what they kicked.
"Nevermind them come on!" "Only two left to go!" Cackled Esmé as she stepped toward the car. This infuriated Duncan so much he kicked her. She screeched and fell backward. Unlike Violet's graceful exit she tumbled headfirst down the mountain side. Olaf and his remaining companions screeched off down the mountainside. They stopped a few roads down and Klaus could only assume they were picking up Esmé perhaps she deserved a proper burial. Then again, after all she'd done, perhaps she didn't. "Guys where's violet?" The Quagmire triplets all looked sadly at Klaus. Quigley was the one to break the news to the two remaining Baudelaires. "She's... dead." The word dead seemed to final. "No Violet not dead!" Sunny screeched in disbelief. "We only just spoke to her. Told her to go on ahead while we alerted the V.F.D." Klaus whispered staring at the snow his glasses were icing over. "No." Sunny whispered. She clutched onto her brother and cried. "He killed her?" Klaus asked tearfully.
"No, she er... killed herself." "What why!" Klaus demanded. "Olaf told her he'd had his henchman throw you off the mountain. He said she was the last remaining heir to the Baudelaire fortune and she... she didn't want to be, she didn't want him to... she threw herself...she..." Duncan broke off sniffing terribly. The five sat there in mourning. It was a dark day. I wish I could tell you that as they got to the bottom Violet was laughing and saying they were all stupid enough to believe it. I wish I could tell you that Olaf and his gang died on their way down the path. Neither of these things happened. I can say that they were not allowed to identify the body found at the bottom of Mount Fraught, it was apparently so battered it was barely recognisable.
I can say though with a small smile on my face as I type that they moved on. Life keeps moving even if death stops one. Klaus and Sunny had to grow up. Olaf's disappearance was a bit of a worry to them at first but soon they grew to accept he wasn't in their lives anymore.
Chapter 1:
Isadora struggled against Colette's grasp her brothers on either side of her were fighting against Kevin and Hugo. There was no time for a happy reunion for the triplets, Violet Baudelaire was in serious trouble. "You just watch Olaf, my siblings will be here any minute, they'll help me." Violet said Cruelly. Olaf laughed cruelly. When one laughs it is usually to celebrate joy, I can safely say that Olaf and his idiotic group of companions took great enjoyment from this. How one could find something of this nature amusing I have no idea all I can say is that Olaf and his troupe somehow did. "Oh they will, will they?" he sneered. "Don't you REALISE orphan, why you're siblings aren't here!" Esmé asked her orange lipstick glittering in the setting sun. "Don't listen to them Violet please just don't!" howled Quigley. He stepped on Hugo's foot in annoyance.
"They'll be here." Violet whispered the hope was evident in her voice. What if it took them too long to find the V.F.D? "Your siblings I'm afraid cannot be here to rescue you..." Olaf said a cruel smirk on his face. "Oh just tell her already I'm sick of this!" Esmé snapped. Esmé was Count Olaf's ridiculously stylish girlfriend. She lived for what was in and apparently hideous fire dresses were in. "Your bookworm brother and the toothy brat are dead!" snapped Olaf. "NO!" Violet yelled. "Don't listen to..." Colette placed her hand over Isadora's mouth her arm easily snaking itself around her head. Colette was a contortionist at the local carnival or had been until she had joined Count Olaf, and the carnival was now burnt down. "They are, just moments ago the hook handed man threw them off the mountain you stupid orphan now you are the last remaining Baudelaire." Violet took a few seconds to process this information. If she was the last Baudelaire then... "You're our key to the Baudelaire fortune!" Esmé squealed delightfully. It sickens me to think of how happy she was at this moment in time. Especially considering Violet's plight. A word which here means 'she was thinking about how to get out of this situation. But not doing a very good job'
"They could be just around the corner Violet, PLEASE I'm begging you don't listen." Duncan called. She wasn't listening, she couldn't listen to him right now. "This is true Olaf?" she questioned her eyebrows furrowed. She wished she had her ribbon. "Every word now you stupid orphan brat come here with your stupid friends." "I'm not as stupid as you think." Olaf smirked this was all part of his plan. I wish I could turn back time and tell her before she decided to take drastic measures. "If I'm your last hope at the Baudelaire fortune then..." she took a step toward the edge. Esmé widened her orange kohl painted eyes. "Without me you can't get it." "VIOLET NO!" Cried Isadora she had bit Colette's hand so she could speak. "I'm sorry." Violet whispered tears in her eyes. She took another shaky step towards the edge. "NOOOOOO!" yelled all three Quagmires at the same time. Violet shook her head her tears stopping in icy tracks over her face. "Forgive me." She pleaded and then in one final swift movement Violet had thrown herself from the top of Mount Fraught. Isadora screamed and closed her eyes, the two brothers who had been crying were now furiously trying to see if she was hanging by her fingertips on a ledge. Needless to say she wasn't.
Olaf laughed. Why he was laughing was a mystery soon to be revealed to the three triplets. "Shut up you idiot, with Violet dead you can't get her fortune anyway!" Duncan seethed. "I'm not as stupid as you think." Mimicked Esmé her voice all squeaky. "She fell right for it, Oh Olaf you are so smart." "Fell for it?" Quigley asked his lip trembling. He was the first to figure it out. "Guys!" yelled a voice. It was Klaus. He was running up the pathway Sunny grasped in his arms. "NO KLAUS GO BACK!" Screamed Isadora. "No! Olaf, Volunteers are everywhere!" Klaus pointed to the west-side of the mountain where a large body of people where moving toward them. Olaf seemed to realise. "We'll get the Baudelaire brats later, take those three and go!" he barked to the three former circus freaks. Isadora once again bit Colette freeing herself. Duncan and Quigley kicked their captors. I should like to take this moment to say they had the advantage as the males have a particular weak spot I shall not mention, all you need to know is that this is what they kicked.
"Nevermind them come on!" "Only two left to go!" Cackled Esmé as she stepped toward the car. This infuriated Duncan so much he kicked her. She screeched and fell backward. Unlike Violet's graceful exit she tumbled headfirst down the mountain side. Olaf and his remaining companions screeched off down the mountainside. They stopped a few roads down and Klaus could only assume they were picking up Esmé perhaps she deserved a proper burial. Then again, after all she'd done, perhaps she didn't. "Guys where's violet?" The Quagmire triplets all looked sadly at Klaus. Quigley was the one to break the news to the two remaining Baudelaires. "She's... dead." The word dead seemed to final. "No Violet not dead!" Sunny screeched in disbelief. "We only just spoke to her. Told her to go on ahead while we alerted the V.F.D." Klaus whispered staring at the snow his glasses were icing over. "No." Sunny whispered. She clutched onto her brother and cried. "He killed her?" Klaus asked tearfully.
"No, she er... killed herself." "What why!" Klaus demanded. "Olaf told her he'd had his henchman throw you off the mountain. He said she was the last remaining heir to the Baudelaire fortune and she... she didn't want to be, she didn't want him to... she threw herself...she..." Duncan broke off sniffing terribly. The five sat there in mourning. It was a dark day. I wish I could tell you that as they got to the bottom Violet was laughing and saying they were all stupid enough to believe it. I wish I could tell you that Olaf and his gang died on their way down the path. Neither of these things happened. I can say that they were not allowed to identify the body found at the bottom of Mount Fraught, it was apparently so battered it was barely recognisable.
I can say though with a small smile on my face as I type that they moved on. Life keeps moving even if death stops one. Klaus and Sunny had to grow up. Olaf's disappearance was a bit of a worry to them at first but soon they grew to accept he wasn't in their lives anymore.