I don't own Lemony Snicket or his books. I just try to imitate his
magnificent style of writing. I also have no connections with Mr. Snicket.
I've just put in what I think might happen later on. Enjoy, this is my
first fanfic-"Flames will be used to roast marshmallows."(By the way, if
anyone knows who came up with that, I can give him or her proper credit on
future chapters.)
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You may recollect a time when you were very happy. Your birthday party, for example, or when you had just escaped a group of evil people who burned down your house and caused a schism in an organization you had joined. But Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were in no shape to remember one of the few happy times in their lives before the huge fire that had killed their parents one day while they were at the beach, since Sunny was in the clutches of an evil man, Count Olaf, who was trying to steal the Baudelaire's fortune, and Violet and Klaus were tumbling down a steep road up in the Mortiman Mountains inside a trailer. It grieves me to speak about this, but I am obliged to tell the story of the Baudelaire orphans. However, you, dear reader, are not, so I suggest that you reach down and press the button on your computer that says, "Power," then run away as fast as you can and throw your computer off a cliff. Please.
They were crashing down the hill. "Oh, Klaus!" screamed Violet. She yanked the door of the caravan open on one side, but shut it again after seeing the steep drop to that side, and moved as quickly as she could to the other. Jerking it open, she yelled over the rushing air that threw her hair across her face and whipped her ribbon back and forth so it was barely clinging to her head. "Jump!" Klaus looked at the speeding ground a moment, and then dove from the trailer a second after his sister, and began rolling painfully down the hill after her. Press the power button. Please, dear reader, turn off this computer now. I cannot bear the thought of you learning what happened next to the poor siblings.
Down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down they rolled and slid on the icy grass, hitting the occasional rock as each tried to stop their descent. Finally, Violet succeeded in ending her fall, and was able to suppress a sob as she tried to get up to help her brother, who had stopped a foot in front of her. "Klaus?" She exclaimed, and limped heavily down to see her brother. He sat up wobbly and looked up at his sister, then stood up. "Are you okay?" she asked looked her brother over, and was relieved to see he wasn't hurt except for a couple minor cuts and bruises.
"Are you okay?" Asked her brother worriedly, looking at her feet. Violet looked down, and noticed that her aching ankle was swollen.
"I'm fine. It's just sprained. It'll be okay." She plopped down onto the icy grass and shivered, then smiled weakly. "We're alive, at least. And we're in the Mortiman Mountains too, right where we wanted to be!"
"Near the VFD headquarters, right?" sighed Klaus. "Once your ankle feels better, we have to find it." He looked around, crestfallen. "I hope they're the good ones in the schism, like Olivia said."
"Well, we don't know which she meant was good. She did give us away to Olaf."
"Good point." Both siblings stared at their feet. Violet sighed.
"We need Deux et Machina now more than anytime, even more than when we were in the Deluxe Cell."
"Yes." Agreed Klaus. "But I don't think it'll be here." He gestured to the barren wilderness surrounding them, then his face lit up with a smile, not unlike the one Violet got on her face when she figured out exactly how her invention would work. "We don't need Deux et Machina after all. There! I can see a house in the distance! The people there will help us out!"
Violet grinned, then frowned. "But The Daily Punctilio! Everyone thinks we're murderers now."
"Maybe they think 'No news is good news' like the Volunteers Fighting Disease or something like that." stoutly replied Klaus, which means here not that he replied fatly but that he firmly answered Violet. "It's a chance we've got to take. We can get help for your ankle there, and maybe someone to help save Sunny."
"Alright." Agreed his sister. "Help me up, please." As Klaus helped her struggle to her feet, they began to walk, or in Violet's case, limp, off into the famous blue hinterland sunset. I am begging you, press the power button or click the little x at the top of the screen to close this dreaded story immediately. Just imagine that Violet and Klaus found help there, along with the rest of the Snicket File, then went and sent Olaf and his troop to jail and lived happily ever after. Imagine that, close your computer, and walk away now. And hurry.
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You may recollect a time when you were very happy. Your birthday party, for example, or when you had just escaped a group of evil people who burned down your house and caused a schism in an organization you had joined. But Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were in no shape to remember one of the few happy times in their lives before the huge fire that had killed their parents one day while they were at the beach, since Sunny was in the clutches of an evil man, Count Olaf, who was trying to steal the Baudelaire's fortune, and Violet and Klaus were tumbling down a steep road up in the Mortiman Mountains inside a trailer. It grieves me to speak about this, but I am obliged to tell the story of the Baudelaire orphans. However, you, dear reader, are not, so I suggest that you reach down and press the button on your computer that says, "Power," then run away as fast as you can and throw your computer off a cliff. Please.
They were crashing down the hill. "Oh, Klaus!" screamed Violet. She yanked the door of the caravan open on one side, but shut it again after seeing the steep drop to that side, and moved as quickly as she could to the other. Jerking it open, she yelled over the rushing air that threw her hair across her face and whipped her ribbon back and forth so it was barely clinging to her head. "Jump!" Klaus looked at the speeding ground a moment, and then dove from the trailer a second after his sister, and began rolling painfully down the hill after her. Press the power button. Please, dear reader, turn off this computer now. I cannot bear the thought of you learning what happened next to the poor siblings.
Down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down they rolled and slid on the icy grass, hitting the occasional rock as each tried to stop their descent. Finally, Violet succeeded in ending her fall, and was able to suppress a sob as she tried to get up to help her brother, who had stopped a foot in front of her. "Klaus?" She exclaimed, and limped heavily down to see her brother. He sat up wobbly and looked up at his sister, then stood up. "Are you okay?" she asked looked her brother over, and was relieved to see he wasn't hurt except for a couple minor cuts and bruises.
"Are you okay?" Asked her brother worriedly, looking at her feet. Violet looked down, and noticed that her aching ankle was swollen.
"I'm fine. It's just sprained. It'll be okay." She plopped down onto the icy grass and shivered, then smiled weakly. "We're alive, at least. And we're in the Mortiman Mountains too, right where we wanted to be!"
"Near the VFD headquarters, right?" sighed Klaus. "Once your ankle feels better, we have to find it." He looked around, crestfallen. "I hope they're the good ones in the schism, like Olivia said."
"Well, we don't know which she meant was good. She did give us away to Olaf."
"Good point." Both siblings stared at their feet. Violet sighed.
"We need Deux et Machina now more than anytime, even more than when we were in the Deluxe Cell."
"Yes." Agreed Klaus. "But I don't think it'll be here." He gestured to the barren wilderness surrounding them, then his face lit up with a smile, not unlike the one Violet got on her face when she figured out exactly how her invention would work. "We don't need Deux et Machina after all. There! I can see a house in the distance! The people there will help us out!"
Violet grinned, then frowned. "But The Daily Punctilio! Everyone thinks we're murderers now."
"Maybe they think 'No news is good news' like the Volunteers Fighting Disease or something like that." stoutly replied Klaus, which means here not that he replied fatly but that he firmly answered Violet. "It's a chance we've got to take. We can get help for your ankle there, and maybe someone to help save Sunny."
"Alright." Agreed his sister. "Help me up, please." As Klaus helped her struggle to her feet, they began to walk, or in Violet's case, limp, off into the famous blue hinterland sunset. I am begging you, press the power button or click the little x at the top of the screen to close this dreaded story immediately. Just imagine that Violet and Klaus found help there, along with the rest of the Snicket File, then went and sent Olaf and his troop to jail and lived happily ever after. Imagine that, close your computer, and walk away now. And hurry.