In this chapter, the real adventure begins. Who is Jake Ozar and how is he related to Violet? Who is the king of the Waxmen? What does Victors key open?

Disclaimer: I don't own Violet, Mike or their parents. I own the triplets, Viola, Bo, Valentine and Victor.

Bo banged on the four doors where his daughters slept. Viola was adopted so technically he had three plain daughters.

"Get up!" Violet ran into Sarah's room. "We need to go!"

Sarah slowly opened her tired eyes. Violet realized that she was wearing the same clothes.

"What?" the brunette sounded rather annoyed.

"Get up." Violet commanded.

"Your not my dad!" Sarah fought.

"I know you're tired but your dad told me to get you. There's danger in this house somewhere and we need to get out before it finds us!"

"Another robber?"

"Worse."

"What?"

"Walking wax statues."

Sarah stood up.

"Merlyn Manson." She gasped. "Ok I'll play for a bit more."

Sarah crawled out of bed.

"C'mon, you make a snail look like a cheetah!" Violet sounded like her own mother when she said that. When Sarah walked out the door her sisters were there in their pajamas. Samara and Sam in boxer shorts and T-shits with black flip-flops on their feet, Viola wearing a pink low-cut nightgown from Victoria's Secret.

"Why did you wake us?" Viola asked in a crabby tone of voice. She put a hand on her hip waiting for an answer.

"Because we had to." Said Mike. "Is that everyone?"

"We forgot the butler!" Scarlet yelled.

"I'll go find him." Said Violet.

"No."

"Valentine!" Violet screamed.

No answer.

"Were just gonna have to go on without him." Said Bo. "We'll risk our lives going back there."

Bo and his three real daughters folded their hands, nice and flat and prayed for about ten seconds then did the sign of the cross.

"I nearly forgot." Said Mike. He pulled the key out of his pocket. "I think this will help us in some strange way. It was Victors."

Violet took it from Mikes hand and tucked it in her belt.

"Just so we don't lose it." She said. Violet never lost things. She was always organized in someway.

Then they were off. They felt like pioneers walking the Oregon Trail, expecting many killer hardships on the way. Viola and the triplets didn't understand anything even though Violet explained things thoroughly.

Along the way, something was bothering Scarlet. She felt like a ghost was following her. No not a ghost. Not a ghost, but a phantom. Was it the same one that busted in on the wax people and became their leader? No. She was right. Right in front of her was the same thing she saw in the bathroom. She stopped in her tracks. Nobody except Ray seemed to notice.

"Is something wrong?" he turned back to ask her.

"I swear to God I have a feeling that Ozar is right in front of me."

"The idiot killed himself Scarlet, remember?"

"I know." Scarlet replied. "But I think he's following me."

The red figure looked at her with sad eyes. He looked so heartbroken. It seemed like he was about to weep. Twilight tears like star crystals formed in his hazel eyes. Scarlet nearly felt like crying herself.

"Why did you betray me Scarlet?" he asked in a frog voice. God, he was messed up. Ray waved his hand over Scarlets eyes but she didn't blink.

Violet stopped walking after noticing the two adults missing.

"Cmon guys!" she snapped impatiently. "Get back here!"

"In a second." Said Ray.

A second? Violet thought. A second? Whenever anybody says, "A second" it felt more like fifteen minutes to an hour. A second was too long for Violet to wait. She turned back to see what the fuss was about.

"Your mother is acting very strange." Ray explained.

"That's strange." Said Violet. Her brain was twisted in knots being so confused. "Whats the matter with her?"

"Nothing." Said Ray. "Go on now, she'll be fine."

The red figure snapped his head at Violet with firery eyes.

"Violet run!" Scarlet screamed.

"Wax?"

Scarlet stabbed the air with her dagger. After realizing that the figure was gone she stood there sheepishly with humiliation.

"Violet." Scarlet started. She sounded quiet and serious. "If I die tonight, you will move to Chicago and live with your Aunt Kirsten. When you become of age, you will withdraw the family fortune and use the money on anything you want."

"Fortune?" Sarah asked. "What is she talking about?"

"Were rich." Violet explained. "My great, great, great, great grandfather invented the telephone."

"Alex Bell?"

Violet nodded her head.

"That's so cool." Sarah complemented with amazement in her voice. After a brief pause, Violet shook her head.

"It isn't." she said.

Tears slowly formed in Scarlets eyes. It looked as if somebody she severely loved, broke her heart.

"Mom." Violet starred. "Are you crying?"

"No!" said Scarlet wiping her tears away. "It's just hot in here."

"It's cold." Said Violet. "But if you're really sweaty just take off your jacket." After a moment of awkward silence they moved on. Then when Violet got the chance she walked right up to Ray and spoke as quiet as possible yet as loud for him to hear.

"What's wrong with my mom?" she asked continuing to walk along.

"It is personal adult business." Replied Ray strictly.

"I am an adult." The fifteen year old confessed. "I'll be sixteen in less then a month, and if you can get into her personal business, so can I."

Ray couldn't resist mature pre-adults. He loved it when a teenager didn't complain and spoke in full complete sentences. What high school teacher wouldn't?

"Ok." Ray whispered. "She thought that she saw your---"

A scream from Viola made him stop. Everybody looked in front of them to see Valentine, lying on the floor. He was dead alright. His formal jacket was ripped up and the tray of wine he carried previously was shattered into a million glass pieces, the wine flat on the ground. Viola went down on her knees and cried.

"He was a wonderful butler!" she cried to the heavens. "Why did you have to go?"

Some drama queen, Viola could be. Violet bent down to open up Valentines jacket.

"What are you doing?" Bo nearly yelled.

"He could be hideing a clue into defeating these wax dolls of yours."

Violet found a nicely folded piece of printer paper tucked in Valentines jacket. She opened it up to see nothing but a bunch of Japanese symbols.

"What is it?" asked Viola looking over Violet's shoulder. They looked like two identical yet different twins when they stood next to one another.

"It's a message."

"Well does anybody here know Japanese?"

"I was in Honors Japanese with an A." Said Violet. "I can definitely read this."

Her eyes scanned the paper.

"Ichi." She read.

"You itchy?" asked Bo.

"No." said Violet. "That's 'one' in Japanese."

"Well read it in English. We barely have enough time."

"'Rule one: A Waxmen is nocturnal. He or she may never remain awake when the sun is out.'"

"What's a Waxmen?" Viola asked. "Some kind of Japanese miner?"

"I think it's what the wax dolls call themselves." Said Violet. "'Rule Two: A Waxmen shall harm any human being except his or her creator."

"Say what?" asked Sam. "What does it mean by creator?"

"Probably the person who worked their tails off to make it." Violet put simply. "'Rule Three: A Waxmen must always obey it's creator."

"So they have to listen to us?" Bo asked.

"Ok this is ridiculous!" Sam snapped. "What is going on? Why did you pull us out of bed? I am in no mood for playing Scooby Doo!"

"We are not playing Scooby Doo!" Bo snapped. "Were not even playing!" He sighed. "This is why I lock you girls in your rooms. The wax statures we built come to life at night." The girls were close to giggling. "I'm not kidding ladies!" Bo continued. "Can you explain the dead body if you think were playing?"

"Ok I understand." Samara finally spoke. "Does this mean were gonna die?"

"No." said Violet. "You won't. However, the four of us might."

"What makes you think were gonna die?" her mother asked.

"Were defenseless." Violet explained. "But if our allies order their Waxmen around and request peace, we may be fine." She spoke just like a princess. No, not a silly princess. A warrior princess. Mike was falling for her more every moment.

"This wont be as bad as it seems." She resumed. "Maybe we'll all come out just fine. When we escape, call the funeral directors and arrange Valentines funeral. They'll pick up the body at daytime. Who besides me is not wearing shoes?"

The only person to reply was Viola. Violet asked assistance for Viola and herself to avoid getting cut. Mike picked up Viola and brought her to the other side. Then he went back to guide Violet.

They continued to walk along, nothing but hope on their minds. None of them were scared. They would be though if they saw this…

Valtines dead body rolled over to see the back of his jacket with a big rip in the center, perfectly strait. The ends fell down to show his bear back. On it was a short message written with a white hot knife…

Victors Back…

When are we gonna go?" asked Freddy impatiently.

"In a moment Freddie." Said the boss.

"A moment?"

"Relax." Said the boss. "I have a special task for you and your friend Jason anyway."

"Friend?" Freddy spat. "Were not friends!"

"Your allies arnt you?"

"Well yes."

"Remember when I said that we were gonna do things a little differently tonight?"

Freddy nodded his head.

"I want all of them dead." The boss ordered. "Except the blonde."

"All right boss!" Freddy cheered. "You gonna marry your sister?"

"Not that blonde!" the boss screamed. "The one with the black belt!"

"What exactly are you gonna do to her?"

"Something much worse than death for sure."

"Boss." Said Freddy. "Would it be easier if I knew your name?"

"It's Victor." Said a voice behind them. The two of them turned to see V. V for Vendetta. He stood there with a smile on his mask with his long black cape, hiding his weapons. His hair was like their old boss' hair.

"What are you doing here?" asked Michael Jackson. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with the other hero's?"

"I heard that we have company tonight." Said V.

"That's none of your business." Victor snapped. "How do you know my name?"

"Actually it is my business since Samara thinks I'm both a heroic freedom fighter and an evil terrorist. I'm among the both of you."

"You can't tell any of yours of what's going on tonight."

"I understand." Said V. "However, I do believe that the children should have a head start."

"They already have a head start!" Freddy yelled. "And don't say that word!"

"Unfortunately," said Victor. "Their just on the yellow brick road finding their way back to Kansas. We leave at once."

"Do whatever you wish." Said V. "I'll stay out of your way."

V bowed his head and went to the room next door.

"Let's go!" Victor yelled to his demons. "Before he runs to help them!"

"Why don't you just melt him?" Freddy asked.

"I wanna see what he does." Said Victor. "It may seem like he's helping them but instead he'll lead them into my trap." He dug into his coat pocket for his key. "The little snip took my key!" he roared. "While finding the strangers and the girl, get my key back. Whoever has the key, kill them!"