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Chapter Eleven
Violet woke up to find white cotton in front of her eyes. It took her awhile to realise she was inside a bag. Suddenly filled with the fear of suffocation, Violet struggled to break loose. It was all in vain.
Frustrated, she sat as comfortably as she could and started thinking of an invention to get her out.
She needed not have tried at all, for at that moment, a sharp blade jabbed at the fabric, breaking it open. Violet screamed as she saw the blade whiz past her face and thrashed her arms about her, desperately trying to get out.
Her fight was worth it, because Violet soon found herself lying tangled in the bag on someone's broad living room floor.
A boy stood above her, bending forward slightly with a pair of scissors in his hand. "Hi Violet," he said, grinning.
Violet's mouth opened. "B-BEN!" she cried, "It's you!" She scrambled off the floor and flung her arms around him. "I'm so glad to see you!"
Ben continued to grin and patted her on the back.
"How did you find me?" asked Violet, "And, OH! What happened to the man and the huge house and—?"
Ben laughed. "Don't you worry, everything's ok. Do you want something to drink?"
"Yeah, ok, but why was I in a bag?"
"It's a long story," said Ben, pouring her some water. "When I heard that you were going to be in a play I decided I had to go see. But it was a terrible play and I got really bored so I left early. The next day I heard that that horrible man tried to marry you and kill Klaus and Sunny, and it got me worried and I went to look for you. But I realised that I no longer knew where you lived.
"That's when I saw you in the street, wandering around all bloodied up, looking lost. I called out to you, but you didn't seem to hear and then this great stampede of people came by and dragged you away. I ran along behind them but they were too fast. When I finally caught up a tall man was carrying you into a building.
Violet sipped her drink. "Go on."
Ben continued, "I called Sam and asked him to help me rescue you from that man and we devised this great plan. We climbed up the wall of the block, with the added weight of a log that Sam insisted we bring, and went to each of the windows till we found yours. Then we snapped the window open. You were asleep and we didn't want to wake you, so Sam suggested we put you in a bag. He also insisted the bag be sealed tightly, as to freak you out.
"But knowing Sam, that wasn't enough. He also suggested we put the log in your place on the bed, because there's an expression about sleeping like logs. Anyway, when I got home I was so tired I fell asleep immediately and forgot to open your bag." He looked at Violet. "Sorry," he added, as an afterthought.
Violet nodded.
"So…what's been happening with you?" asked Ben.
***
The next morning Olaf woke up with a dreadful hangover. However, his spirits brightened as he remembered his wonderful doings of the night before. Yes, he had finally gotten rid of that awful little smart alec.
What a glorious evening that had been, where he had given payback to the boy in everyway possible. As you can understand, he was awfully shocked when Klaus, alive and well, walked into the kitchen.
"Klaus!" choked Olaf, "You're-you're—"
"Yes?" asked Klaus coldly.
"You're awake!"
"That is quite obvious."
"Well-I—"
"I know what you were doing last night Olaf. You tried to kill me. But in case you'd forgotten, you'd also put honey in my bed yesterday. And when I found my bed all gluey, I decided rather than to complain to someone who'd pissed themself, just to sleep where Sunny slept, among the curtains. So when you came in and brought the knife down, I saw everything." Klaus stopped to look at Olaf.
Olaf had turned a nasty orange colour. "I see."
"Therefore I have decided to leave for fear you may try and kill me again," finished Klaus crisply. He turned and headed towards the door.
"I think I may just try one more time," said Olaf menacingly.
Klaus turned.
"Right now," Olaf added, and drew a knife from his knife rack.
&Klaus isn't dead after all!