Okay. I've delayed updating for as long as possible

because I don't want it to end! WAAAH! Well, I guess I have to update. I want

more reviews, and a new chapter in Jade Roxanne's excellent Violet/Duncan fic.

Plus, it feels so awesome to see your fic at the top of this list...So, here I

am, updating this lovely chapter which is dedicated to:

EvilMicella (wow you always do good on this)

Iris Violetta Frankenmeyer (Have fun w/ your crush!)

Jade Roxanne (Please update now! You kind of have to! lol)

Coffe Luv (Yay! *is thrilled you like it*)

Elfin Emerald (Short and sweet, eh?)

Spider Squirrel (Yep! You did!)

To Chaos-Fyre-Elf31 (Your story was awesome...but about its

subject...'spiritual' means reliegeous, I'd say your's is more 'poetry')

To wizardmagic65: Points for creativity! Lol!

I leaned against Duncan as he skimmed through his notebook and said three of his least favorite words. Words I knew Klaus would never say. Words he said to

Violet, almost apologetically. "I don't know." I leaned closer towards Klaus. I

could smell him. I leaned back a little. What if he could smell me? There wasn't

a shower in the cage. "He's told us so many haunting secrets, Violet." I leaned

closer to Duncan. He wouldn't mind how I smelled. He smelled the same. I

crinkled my nose. He smelled worse. "So many awful schemes—all the treachery he

has done in the past. And all he's planning to do in the future. It's all here

in this notebook—from V.F.D. all the way to this terrible auction plan."

"We'll have plenty of time to discuss everything ," said Klaus. He

didn't let go of my hand and I didn't let go of his. "But in the meantime, let's

get you out of this cage before Gunther comes back. Violet, do you think you can

pick this lock?"

Violet squinted at the lock. "It's pretty complicated," she

muttered. "he must have brought himself some extra-difficult locks, after I

broke into that suitcase of his when we were living with Uncle Monty. If I had

some tools, maybe I could invent something, but there's absolutely nothing down

here.

Yes, Violet. There's everything down here. Your brother. He's all I

need for everything. He's the one that I—

"Aguen?" said Sunny, in her little Alvin and the Chipmunks voice.

"Not saw," murmured Violet to herself, "I don't have time to

manufacture a saw. But maybe..." she tied her hair up in a ribbon.

"Look, Duncan," I said in a chattery voice to prove to Klaus that I

could still talk, "she's thinking of an invention! We'll be out of here in no

time!"

"Every night since we've been kidnapped," said Duncan in a kind of

dizzy voice, "we've been dreaming of the day when we would see Violet

Baudelaire" Omigod. Could he be any more obvious? "inventing something to rescue

us." Oh.

"If we're going to rescue you in time, then my siblings and I have

to climb back up to the penthouse right away," said Violet firmly, detaching herself further from the action to think.

I started to tremble and my eyes darted around the room. I felt kind

of quivery. Klaus couldn't leave. Not when I was so close to revealing my

feelings. "You're going to leave us alone?" I had meant to sound casual, kind of

curious, but not upset. It came out squeaky and frightened.

"If I'm going to invent something to get you out of that cage," said

Violet, "I need all the help I can get, so Klaus and Sunny have to come with me.

Sunny, start climbing. Klaus and I will be right behind you."

No! Klaus couldn't leave! No!

"Onosew," said Sunny as Klaus lifted her onto the rope they  had

used to come down. He looked back at us and I tried not to look like a pathetic

puppy dog.

It was mad hard.

"We'll be back as soon as we can," promised Violet. "Don't worry,

Quagmires. You'll be out of danger before you know it."

"In case anything goes wrong," Duncan said as he flipped open his

notebook, "like it did the last time, let me tell you—"

Violet put her finger on his mouth. Bad Move, Violet, I thought.

There's not exactly any toothpaste down here, you might notice. "Shush. Nothing

will go wrong this time. I swear it."

"But if it does," insisted Duncan, "you should know about V.F.D.

before the auction begins."

"Don't tell me about it now," said Violet. "We don't have time. You

can tell us when we're all safe and sound." She grasped the rope and started to

climb. "I'll see you soon," she said as she disappeared.

We felt more safe. Our false security, however, was far too short.

WAAAAH! ALMOST DONE! *cry cry*

I love goldfish. I will write goldfish in bold italics now: Goldfish!

Mmmmm...goldfish. Whoever mentions goldfish in their reviews gets a little

*star* around their name and a personal thank-you in the next chapter, which is

also the *sob* last one L

ttfn,

Kirby

PS Could you find the V.F.D? Also, please say in your review (which I know you're itching to make right now, RIGHT?) if you like the V.F.D. to be hidden easily or hard. Harder or easier?

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