Recruited To Where the World Is Quiet
By Spectra16
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from "The Unofficial Autobiography of Lemony Snicket". The book was really confusing, but that STILL doesn't give me the right to own it. I only added "N", who is my character. I made up some of the info about each character but there is also a lot of stuff that I have found in each Lemony Snicket book (as well as books he refers to in his Unofficial Biography) that I used for the characters. There is very little details that are untrue or you cannot find in the books.
A/N: The only thing that is derived from Lemony Snicket is the characters. I didn't really understand the book they all were in so I made them a sort of secret agency that prevents bad things from happening. Since my creative espionage-like mind is at work in this, I shall begin a story about my perspective of what the VFD is really like. Of course, with a touch of my sinister humor. I also write Artemis Fowl, if anyone wanted to know. I write a whole lot more of that.
This story also has nothing to do with Lemony Snicket or the books he writes. I only used the characters for my pleasure. . .
So don't read this if you're reading it for the horror, pain, and unfortunate souls of the Baudelaires. There's quite a few laughs.
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Chapter One: Jobs
"DAD! I don't wanna get up!" Neesha Black yelled at her father because it was 7:00 in the morning and she had fallen asleep at 3:00 AM..
"You have to! I can't leave you at home and I can't bring you with. You have to go with your mother! She's leaving in 5 minutes!" Michael Black said, and was seated on Neesha's bed. He rubbed her leg, which was under the sheets to relieve her from stress. He had to be gentle with her. She had an ongoing temper.
"I hate where mom works! Why can't I go with you?" Neesha whined. Michael winced. He had discussed this with her before.
"Because the people I work with . . . don't really appreciate it when I bring kids to work with me," Michael paused. Neesha buried herself under the covers. She knew that wasn't true. He just didn't want her around. She wasn't a kid. She was 14 years old. "Why don't they?" She said, mumbling under the sheets. Michael scoffed. And then turned over the sheets. She frowned at him and got up.
"Your mother made breakfast. Now hurry up!" He said.
"Why can't I just stay home?" Neesha argued.
"Because it isn't safe!" Michael yelled.
Shadow continued to sit on Neesha's bed. He was also too tired to do anything. But he had to be loyal to his work. Neesha went to go dress somewhere, where Michael wouldn't see her. In aggravation, he left the room and walked grudgingly down the staircase and to the kitchen. He checked his watch, only to find that he had 30 minutes to get down town. He sped up his own pace, kissed his wife good bye, and jumped into his car. He then drove off, and to the VFD headquarters. He felt bad for lying to his only child. His work didn't disagree with bringing children to their building. It was their job to.
"Mom, what does dad do that is SO important that he doesn't want to take me to his work?" Neesha asked. Her mother, Cheryl, was driving to her own work. She worked as an accountant. Neesha found it extremely boring, even if her mom did have a whole ton of money.
"He's a secret agent that has a license to kill," her mother said sarcastically.
"No, mom. What does he really do?" Neesha asked again.
"I'm not quite sure. He won't tell me," her mother said sincerely.
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There was a building, not too far from Michael's house. It had the ugliest shade of green paint on it. Michael couldn't change that. It had to have that color. When you stepped in it, there was a whole business area. And the room he was headed to, had a meeting area the size of a medium sized house. There were chairs and a podium. 10 chairs to be exact. And those ten chairs were full. But the podium wasn't. Michael wasn't late or anything, he only had a few minutes before the meeting started.
He entered the room, put up his jacket onto a hook, and stepped up to the podium. He pounded the gavel to silence the ten people that were seated. Everyone looked at him. Michael took a breath.
"Is J here to record the minutes?" He asked. J raised one hand, and typed with the other. He didn't look away from his computer. He kept typing what was said already. "Good. J, please read the committee list to see if everyone is accounted for." J cleared his throat and stood up.
"L?" J asked.
"Yes," L said.
"L?" J asked.
"I already said 'yes'," L said.
"No, the other L!" J asked.
"I didn't realize this was a sad occasion but, yes," Said the other L.
"Isn't it. M?" J said with sarcasm. And then asked if M was there.
"Yes," both M's said.
"Ummmm. . . R?" J asked, recording what he had said and talking at the same time. It wasn't easy.
"Yes," R said.
"R?" J asked.
"I said 'yes'," R said. J sighed in aggravation.
"The *other* R!"
"Here! I mean yes!" the other R corrected herself.
"K?" J asked.
"Yes," K said.
"D?" J asked, continuing to record the minutes.
"Present! I mean. . . . yes," D said and then cleared his throat. Some of the members snickered.
"S?" J asked. Everyone starred at him. He asked again with emphasis. "S?!"
"Oh. I thought you said 'yes'. Yes," S said.
"Uh huh. O?" J asked. Silence. J clears his throat. "O?" More silence. "Is O here?" More silence.
"I prefer T," O suggested. J nodded. J continued to type.
"And J, that's me. Everyone is accounted for."
"Okay. Continuing on. Let's all recite the pledge," M said. One person immediately began talking.
"To have and to hold . . . ," L cracked another joke about marriage. Some people started to quietly laugh.
"No, L! The OTHER pledge!" J directed.
"Okay, okay," L agreed. 11 voices sounded the room.
"The world is quiet here."
"Good, good. Next order of business. What happened with the Squalor fire? Was J and E not there?" M asked J because E wasn't attending this meeting.
"The fire was out of our control," J pleaded. The other J continued to type the minutes. "We couldn't do anything about it."
"Why?" M asked sternly.
"Well," J paused. He looked at his shoes for a moment and then back at M. "E started the fire." Everyone in the room gasped.
"What?!" M asked, making sure he heard right.
"Esme' started the fire," J said, more comfortably. He knew that Esme' would be fired. So he discontinued to call her by her code name.
"Why did she start the fire?" J asked. M pounded the gavel.
"I'll ask the questions. Why did she start the fire?" M asked. J stuttered.
"She was angry. But she was also with another agent that is here," J said. R got up from her seat.
"It was you, wasn't it?!" She pointed at him. J raved his hands.
"No! No! She was with O!" J raved. Everyone turned toward O. O glared at J.
"Why would you do this?" M asked. O glared at M then.
"Why not?" O said.
"Because it's against everything we are for! We're the VDF! Volunteer Fire Department! Why?" M asked. O looked over to his side. It was R. She tried to back away but it wasn't in time before O grabbed her arm and held her to his side with a gun pointed to her head.
"Who's the man on the Baudelaire case?" O demanded an answer. "I know he's in here! Show yourself!" M looked around. Who could possibly be on this case? It wasn't him. Who was it?
"Please, show yourself. We cannot have the Vice Chancellor in a captor's aim!" M demanded. No one said anything. They all stood perfectly still.
"Put Ramona down," L bellowed. L then stood up so that O could see him. O lowered the gun. He still kept a good grip on the nine year old girl.
"Lemony . . . what a pleasant surprise?" Olaf waved around the gun. "Since when did you become interested in the Baud's affairs?"
"After I found out about Beatrice," Lemony answered. Michael slowly stepped down from the podium. He was trying to not be noticed by Olaf.
"You have what you want, don't kill anyone because of your unhappiness," M tried to convince Olaf. Olaf looked toward M and snickered. "I have the gun, M. There's nothing you can do about that." O then pointed the gun toward M. Michael raised his hands up.
"I want every single piece of info you have about the Baudelaires. Everything!" O demanded. Lemony sighed.
"I burned the stuff yesterday," Lemony said.
"Liar!" O yelled. Then he cocked the gun to shoot M. "I'll kill him! Where are they?"
"I burned some of them. The rest is still out there. Things I haven't seen yet. All I need is for you to do the rest. Think about it, Olaf. Everything falls into place because of you. Even this meeting, we were sent invitation-," L was cut off by M.
"You got invitations?" M asked. Olaf glared at him.
"Yes. They were from Olaf but they were signed by you. Who told you we had a meeting today?" L asked M.
"Esme' told me- oh!" M figured out himself.
"See? It's O's doing. By the way, what happened to Esme'? L asked, already knowing what Olaf had done.
"I killed her. Only because I knew she would betray me sooner or later," O said. J's emotions dropped. His own wife was killed by Olaf, one person that he could trust so very much.
"No," J said in disbelief. The other J was secretly still taking notes on everything that was being said. Only this time, he wasn't typing. He was recording.
"Yes. She betrayed you anyway. Does it matter to you?" O asked.
"OF COURSE IT DOES! I loved her!" J yelled. Olaf was now fully paying attention to J. M snuck around the aim of Olaf's gun and came up behind him. M grabbed the gun and Ramona and pulled them both away from him. Ramona ran to Lemony and M pointed the gun at Olaf.
"M, don't so anything you're going to regret," Lemony said, clutching Ramona to him as if she was his daughter.
"If I let him live, I'll have something to regret!" M said, trying to hold back his feelings of being betrayed and wanting to kill Olaf. "Why should I let him live if my family's lives are in danger too?" Lemony looked down at Ramona.
"Do you want her to see this?" Lemony asked.
"No," Michael breathed hard in anger. Lemony took her out of the building. He stayed with her and it started to rain.
"Why am I in the VFD if I cannot be included in the things normal VFD agents do?" Ramona asked. Lemony sighed.
"You are too young to be doing things that the older people do," Lemony said. Ramona didn't understand. "You might find what someone else does to be fun or amusing, and if you do something that is shown to you with no responsibility, then you might be in more trouble than the VFD can deal with." Ramona nodded.
"Then why are we taking orders from someone who wants to kill Olaf just because he was in the wrong. Is there no jail in the VFD?" R asked. Lemony sighed again.
"You'll understand when you're older. I know you probably here that a lot but it's the truth," Lemony said. Ramona nodded. Then, D came out of the building.
"He didn't kill him," D announced.
"Really?" L asked in astonishment. His hopes had gone higher. M hadn't lost control.
"Yeah! You can come in now!" D said and held the door open for L and R. All three entered. Ramona was a bit confused but everything was okay. Nothing happened. She would forget when she got home. But even home was a long way off.
M had calmed down. He was back at the podium. Olaf was being carried away in hand cuffs.
"J, have you lost track on the notes?" M asked.
"No, sir," J replied.
"Good. Back to business," M announced. Ramona wondered how he could do that. He could go from almost killing someone, to being totally controlled. Ramona caught herself in being interested in feelings she hadn't yet had, since she was only 9. This secret society was something bigger than she thought it ever was. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
By Spectra16
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from "The Unofficial Autobiography of Lemony Snicket". The book was really confusing, but that STILL doesn't give me the right to own it. I only added "N", who is my character. I made up some of the info about each character but there is also a lot of stuff that I have found in each Lemony Snicket book (as well as books he refers to in his Unofficial Biography) that I used for the characters. There is very little details that are untrue or you cannot find in the books.
A/N: The only thing that is derived from Lemony Snicket is the characters. I didn't really understand the book they all were in so I made them a sort of secret agency that prevents bad things from happening. Since my creative espionage-like mind is at work in this, I shall begin a story about my perspective of what the VFD is really like. Of course, with a touch of my sinister humor. I also write Artemis Fowl, if anyone wanted to know. I write a whole lot more of that.
This story also has nothing to do with Lemony Snicket or the books he writes. I only used the characters for my pleasure. . .
So don't read this if you're reading it for the horror, pain, and unfortunate souls of the Baudelaires. There's quite a few laughs.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter One: Jobs
"DAD! I don't wanna get up!" Neesha Black yelled at her father because it was 7:00 in the morning and she had fallen asleep at 3:00 AM..
"You have to! I can't leave you at home and I can't bring you with. You have to go with your mother! She's leaving in 5 minutes!" Michael Black said, and was seated on Neesha's bed. He rubbed her leg, which was under the sheets to relieve her from stress. He had to be gentle with her. She had an ongoing temper.
"I hate where mom works! Why can't I go with you?" Neesha whined. Michael winced. He had discussed this with her before.
"Because the people I work with . . . don't really appreciate it when I bring kids to work with me," Michael paused. Neesha buried herself under the covers. She knew that wasn't true. He just didn't want her around. She wasn't a kid. She was 14 years old. "Why don't they?" She said, mumbling under the sheets. Michael scoffed. And then turned over the sheets. She frowned at him and got up.
"Your mother made breakfast. Now hurry up!" He said.
"Why can't I just stay home?" Neesha argued.
"Because it isn't safe!" Michael yelled.
Shadow continued to sit on Neesha's bed. He was also too tired to do anything. But he had to be loyal to his work. Neesha went to go dress somewhere, where Michael wouldn't see her. In aggravation, he left the room and walked grudgingly down the staircase and to the kitchen. He checked his watch, only to find that he had 30 minutes to get down town. He sped up his own pace, kissed his wife good bye, and jumped into his car. He then drove off, and to the VFD headquarters. He felt bad for lying to his only child. His work didn't disagree with bringing children to their building. It was their job to.
"Mom, what does dad do that is SO important that he doesn't want to take me to his work?" Neesha asked. Her mother, Cheryl, was driving to her own work. She worked as an accountant. Neesha found it extremely boring, even if her mom did have a whole ton of money.
"He's a secret agent that has a license to kill," her mother said sarcastically.
"No, mom. What does he really do?" Neesha asked again.
"I'm not quite sure. He won't tell me," her mother said sincerely.
~*~*~*~*~*~
There was a building, not too far from Michael's house. It had the ugliest shade of green paint on it. Michael couldn't change that. It had to have that color. When you stepped in it, there was a whole business area. And the room he was headed to, had a meeting area the size of a medium sized house. There were chairs and a podium. 10 chairs to be exact. And those ten chairs were full. But the podium wasn't. Michael wasn't late or anything, he only had a few minutes before the meeting started.
He entered the room, put up his jacket onto a hook, and stepped up to the podium. He pounded the gavel to silence the ten people that were seated. Everyone looked at him. Michael took a breath.
"Is J here to record the minutes?" He asked. J raised one hand, and typed with the other. He didn't look away from his computer. He kept typing what was said already. "Good. J, please read the committee list to see if everyone is accounted for." J cleared his throat and stood up.
"L?" J asked.
"Yes," L said.
"L?" J asked.
"I already said 'yes'," L said.
"No, the other L!" J asked.
"I didn't realize this was a sad occasion but, yes," Said the other L.
"Isn't it. M?" J said with sarcasm. And then asked if M was there.
"Yes," both M's said.
"Ummmm. . . R?" J asked, recording what he had said and talking at the same time. It wasn't easy.
"Yes," R said.
"R?" J asked.
"I said 'yes'," R said. J sighed in aggravation.
"The *other* R!"
"Here! I mean yes!" the other R corrected herself.
"K?" J asked.
"Yes," K said.
"D?" J asked, continuing to record the minutes.
"Present! I mean. . . . yes," D said and then cleared his throat. Some of the members snickered.
"S?" J asked. Everyone starred at him. He asked again with emphasis. "S?!"
"Oh. I thought you said 'yes'. Yes," S said.
"Uh huh. O?" J asked. Silence. J clears his throat. "O?" More silence. "Is O here?" More silence.
"I prefer T," O suggested. J nodded. J continued to type.
"And J, that's me. Everyone is accounted for."
"Okay. Continuing on. Let's all recite the pledge," M said. One person immediately began talking.
"To have and to hold . . . ," L cracked another joke about marriage. Some people started to quietly laugh.
"No, L! The OTHER pledge!" J directed.
"Okay, okay," L agreed. 11 voices sounded the room.
"The world is quiet here."
"Good, good. Next order of business. What happened with the Squalor fire? Was J and E not there?" M asked J because E wasn't attending this meeting.
"The fire was out of our control," J pleaded. The other J continued to type the minutes. "We couldn't do anything about it."
"Why?" M asked sternly.
"Well," J paused. He looked at his shoes for a moment and then back at M. "E started the fire." Everyone in the room gasped.
"What?!" M asked, making sure he heard right.
"Esme' started the fire," J said, more comfortably. He knew that Esme' would be fired. So he discontinued to call her by her code name.
"Why did she start the fire?" J asked. M pounded the gavel.
"I'll ask the questions. Why did she start the fire?" M asked. J stuttered.
"She was angry. But she was also with another agent that is here," J said. R got up from her seat.
"It was you, wasn't it?!" She pointed at him. J raved his hands.
"No! No! She was with O!" J raved. Everyone turned toward O. O glared at J.
"Why would you do this?" M asked. O glared at M then.
"Why not?" O said.
"Because it's against everything we are for! We're the VDF! Volunteer Fire Department! Why?" M asked. O looked over to his side. It was R. She tried to back away but it wasn't in time before O grabbed her arm and held her to his side with a gun pointed to her head.
"Who's the man on the Baudelaire case?" O demanded an answer. "I know he's in here! Show yourself!" M looked around. Who could possibly be on this case? It wasn't him. Who was it?
"Please, show yourself. We cannot have the Vice Chancellor in a captor's aim!" M demanded. No one said anything. They all stood perfectly still.
"Put Ramona down," L bellowed. L then stood up so that O could see him. O lowered the gun. He still kept a good grip on the nine year old girl.
"Lemony . . . what a pleasant surprise?" Olaf waved around the gun. "Since when did you become interested in the Baud's affairs?"
"After I found out about Beatrice," Lemony answered. Michael slowly stepped down from the podium. He was trying to not be noticed by Olaf.
"You have what you want, don't kill anyone because of your unhappiness," M tried to convince Olaf. Olaf looked toward M and snickered. "I have the gun, M. There's nothing you can do about that." O then pointed the gun toward M. Michael raised his hands up.
"I want every single piece of info you have about the Baudelaires. Everything!" O demanded. Lemony sighed.
"I burned the stuff yesterday," Lemony said.
"Liar!" O yelled. Then he cocked the gun to shoot M. "I'll kill him! Where are they?"
"I burned some of them. The rest is still out there. Things I haven't seen yet. All I need is for you to do the rest. Think about it, Olaf. Everything falls into place because of you. Even this meeting, we were sent invitation-," L was cut off by M.
"You got invitations?" M asked. Olaf glared at him.
"Yes. They were from Olaf but they were signed by you. Who told you we had a meeting today?" L asked M.
"Esme' told me- oh!" M figured out himself.
"See? It's O's doing. By the way, what happened to Esme'? L asked, already knowing what Olaf had done.
"I killed her. Only because I knew she would betray me sooner or later," O said. J's emotions dropped. His own wife was killed by Olaf, one person that he could trust so very much.
"No," J said in disbelief. The other J was secretly still taking notes on everything that was being said. Only this time, he wasn't typing. He was recording.
"Yes. She betrayed you anyway. Does it matter to you?" O asked.
"OF COURSE IT DOES! I loved her!" J yelled. Olaf was now fully paying attention to J. M snuck around the aim of Olaf's gun and came up behind him. M grabbed the gun and Ramona and pulled them both away from him. Ramona ran to Lemony and M pointed the gun at Olaf.
"M, don't so anything you're going to regret," Lemony said, clutching Ramona to him as if she was his daughter.
"If I let him live, I'll have something to regret!" M said, trying to hold back his feelings of being betrayed and wanting to kill Olaf. "Why should I let him live if my family's lives are in danger too?" Lemony looked down at Ramona.
"Do you want her to see this?" Lemony asked.
"No," Michael breathed hard in anger. Lemony took her out of the building. He stayed with her and it started to rain.
"Why am I in the VFD if I cannot be included in the things normal VFD agents do?" Ramona asked. Lemony sighed.
"You are too young to be doing things that the older people do," Lemony said. Ramona didn't understand. "You might find what someone else does to be fun or amusing, and if you do something that is shown to you with no responsibility, then you might be in more trouble than the VFD can deal with." Ramona nodded.
"Then why are we taking orders from someone who wants to kill Olaf just because he was in the wrong. Is there no jail in the VFD?" R asked. Lemony sighed again.
"You'll understand when you're older. I know you probably here that a lot but it's the truth," Lemony said. Ramona nodded. Then, D came out of the building.
"He didn't kill him," D announced.
"Really?" L asked in astonishment. His hopes had gone higher. M hadn't lost control.
"Yeah! You can come in now!" D said and held the door open for L and R. All three entered. Ramona was a bit confused but everything was okay. Nothing happened. She would forget when she got home. But even home was a long way off.
M had calmed down. He was back at the podium. Olaf was being carried away in hand cuffs.
"J, have you lost track on the notes?" M asked.
"No, sir," J replied.
"Good. Back to business," M announced. Ramona wondered how he could do that. He could go from almost killing someone, to being totally controlled. Ramona caught herself in being interested in feelings she hadn't yet had, since she was only 9. This secret society was something bigger than she thought it ever was. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
