Yay! New chappy! This is dedicated to (in order of the reviews:)
EvilMicella
Jade Roxanne
Iris Violetta Frankenmeyer
Sara and her Pinkys
Andi
Coffe Luv
V.F.D, as many of you noticed, was in the seventh paragraph, when Isadora says "Very funny, Duncan." Congratulations, everybody!
Honorable Mention goes to Silver. Who can find it (VFD) in this chapter? It's hidden better, pretty tricky!
"Wake up! Stop yelling! There's not a fire, Isadora, there's not a fire here!"
I blinked. Somebody was screaming and they had woke me up. I suddenly realized the person that had been screaming was myself.
"Huh? But the window and stuff?..."
"Wake up! You had a nightmare," said Duncan firmly. "You're safe now."
I was still shaking. I took a shuddery breath. We weren't safe, Duncan knew and I knew. With a shiver, I leaned closer towards him, which wasn't very difficult, considering the size of the cage.
"Do you think we'll ever be? Safe?" I said in a frightened whisper that sounded more scared than I had thought it would.
"I don't know," he whispered back. "For them to leave us alone, they'd have to get the..."
He was right. For Count Olaf and his comrades to leave us alone, they'd have to catch the Baudelaires.
"Oh. Well," I stuttered. "I'd—I'd rather be scared with Klaus rather than be—"
"And Violet," said Duncan, a little too quickly. "And, um, Sunny, too, I mean."
"What?" I asked him, feeling reckless all of a sudden. "It's not like we'll see them in the near future! HEY!" I started to yell. "VIOLET BAUDELAIRE, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, WHICH YOU CAN'T, MY BROTHER LIKES YOU AND—"
Suddenly, something very unexpected happened. A little thread of gold light wove it's way down towards us. Suddenly, we heard voices faintly. It wasn't very clear what they were saying, but one thing was clear.
It was the Baudelaires.
*clink*
Something metal clinked against the lock of the cage. We were too scared to scream.
No, I told myself firmly. It's not real. It's a hallucination. It's a dream. It's a nightmare. It's a fantasy. Whatever it is it is NOT Klaus...and Sunny and Violet. They are NOT here, they can't be HERE! They're dead, probably. Or still at Prufrock. They've probably forgot about Duncan and me. Klaus is probably dating Carmelita Spats. He's probably frenching her right now! He's probably...ewww. Okay, whatever Klaus...ad Sunny and Violet are doing, they are NOT here!
Suddenly, I blinked. Because even though Klaus really was probably doing something unthinkable with Carmelita Spats, the thing standing in front of us looked a lot like him. The thing next to it looked so much like Violet that I had to blink. The thing next to the thing that looked like Violet looked so much like Sunny that I actually squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head to get the nightmare-creatures out of my head.
"I'm dreaming," said Duncan softly. "I must be dreaming."
I sighed. "But how can you be dreaming if I'm having the same dream?"
"I once read about a journalist," started Duncan. Oh, god, I sighed. Not another reporter story. "who was reporting on a war and was imprisoned by the enemy for three years. Each morning, she looked out her cell window and thought she saw her grandparents coming to rescue her. But they weren't really there. It was a hallucination."
"I remember reading about a poet," I said, "who would see six lovely maidens in his kitchen on Tuesday nights, but his kitchen was really empty. It was a phantasm."
The thing that resembled Violet Baudelaire reached out it's hand. "No. It's not a hallucination. It's me, Violet Baudelaire." The thing actually reached it's claw out through the cage bars. Duncan and I huddled into he back of the cage.
"And it's really Klaus," said the one that looked like my crush. "I'm not a phantasm." I covered my face with my hands. This was really cruel of my mind.
But wait. If I was dreaming, how could I feel my tears as they trickled through my fingers? I lowered my hands, looked at the Baudelaires, and told myself very firmly, doubtful though I was, that it was the Baudelaires.
All done! (It originally said: If I was dreaming, why wasn't this in italics? Decided to change it for you guys.)
La la la la la la! I love the [Enter] key! Okay...guess I'm done. I'll update quickty-quick-quikcles!
Kirby