The Time After The Crash On The Day Of The Wedding

Violet felt her legs crushed. She tried to move them. They came loose slightly, but the sight of blood caused Violet's face to shrivel up.

Duncan looked from the nearest window, where the dim light shone through on his bruised face.

Quigley didn't sit there. He scrambled from the car, and dived out from the nearest smashed window, cutting himself slightly on the sharp glass.

Violet shed a tear. What pain she was going through. What terror she felt. What horrible queasy feeling she had as her legs were shifted around as she tried to break free.

"Duncan?" she asked.

He meekly replied.

"Yes. Violet?"

"I'm in pain!" she sobbed," My legs are mangled. Help me free!"

"I would," Duncan said," But I'm stuck as well. The wreckage is like a labyrinth of crushed metal, and ripped up leather of the seats."

Violet nodded, and took a sigh to stop herself crying and screaming.

However, Isadora did not stop screaming.

"It's coming Klaus!" she cried," I can feel it!"

The doctor came up to them, and looked at the information on the screen of his small computer.

"No Mrs. Baudelaire," he said.

"It's still Ms. Quagmire," she replied and then sighed," How long will this take!"

Sunny ran into the room.

"Hey Isadora!" she said," I came as soon as I could. I spent a while finding someone at the wedding who would actually drive me here! Bloody gits."

Isadora laughed.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"You've been here for two hours," the doctor said," It's now 3:00."

Isadora scowled and growled.

"How long will the bloody baby take!" she screamed.

"You know two hours isn't actually that long for a baby," Klaus reminded, but Isadora ignored. Violet finally yanked up the courage. She suddenly pulled herself back, and her legs came from the wreckage. She screamed, and gasped again and again in pain.

"I'm free!" she cried, but screamed again as she saw the blood on her legs.

"Good," Duncan said, and looked around for somewhere for him to go. "I'm aching from being in this position. I'm all crouched up!"

"Don't worry," Violet reassured," I'm free. I'll get out and then find you!"

She turned and shoved the nearest door open and crawled out.

In the fresh air, her legs didn't look so bad. She wiped most of the blood off, and managed to stand up.

There was Quigley, standing there with a smile on his face.

"You did a good thing," he said," Realizing what a bastard Duncan was."

Violet cringed. She had fooled him.

"Well you were right," she lied.

He suddenly snarled, and grabbed her. She snogged her.

She managed to push him off.

"Get off!" she cried. He shrugged.

"Let's go then," he said," Me and you, off together. We can travel the world."

"What about Duncan?" Violet asked carefully.

"He's a twat," Quigley replied," Let's leave him."

Violet turned to him, as if to kiss him, but the expression on her face made it obvious that she weren't.

She slapped him.

"Idiot!" she cried, and hobbled over to save Duncan.

"What-what are you doing, love?" Quigley asked.

"Don't call me love!" Violet cried," It was an act to get you to slow down!"

Quigley gasped.

"Get away from the car!" he shouted at her.

"No!" she shouted back," Why should I do what you say!"

"Wanna know why?" Quigley said kindly, the scowled. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a gun.

"This is why."