Thanks For All the reviews everyone! Sorry I haven't been able to update, I've been quite dizzy with my new fanfic, Playing With Fire, which you can read at

Anyway, not much to say about the next chapter...it's really short I know...sorry...after the fourteenth chapter they get a lot longer. Anyway, here's the next chapter:

Chapter Eleven: Ribbons In Her Hair

Violet stood speechless. Oh shit. She stared nervously at the metal gun Quigley held tight in his hand. She closed her eyes. What to do now? She opened her eyes again, as she turned to speak to her evil ex-fiancée.

"I-I can't just leave Duncan like this!" she screamed.

Quigley shrugged, and pushed his finger on the trigger slightly. Violet closed her eyes. And waited.

"Come over here Violet!" he shouted," If you want to live!"

She slowly nodded and walked towards him.

But she thought. Was there something she could do? She rattled her brain. If only she didn't give up her inventing hobby those few years ago. She would have thought of something to make-to stop Quigley, like she had stopped Olaf all those times.

But she couldn't think. Her mind was full of worry. Then he had an idea. It was small, but might help. She reached to her neck, and undid the ribbon that was around it.

The ribbon.

The ribbon which she had used all those years ago, when she needed to invent. She tied her hair up.

"Come on, Violet," Quigley said, lowering the gun.

She took another step forward. She looked down to the ground. Still...no ideas came. It was as if the gears in her mind needed oil.

She took another step.

She had no materials for inventing. She would have to let Quigley take her.

There must be something to invent with wherever he was taking her. That was her last hope.

Unless of course he just took her out into a desolate place-the hinterlands for instance.

All she could do was hope.

Would that be enough?

Quigley grabbed her, and quickly and skilfully, yanked some cloth from his pocket and tied it round her mouth.

It ached. She couldn't speak. She was gagged.

He clutched her sweating hand and dragged her along. A tear sprang from her eye as she was dragged away from Duncan, who was still trapped in the wreckage.

Then, with his free hand, Quigley grabbed another piece of cloth, and tied it around her eyes. She couldn't see anything, and then she was dragged along once more.

Duncan vaguely saw what was going on through a small crack. He cried. He was going to die, he was sure. But he noticed the ribbon tied in Violet's hair.

Like all those years ago.

Like when she saved him time after time again when he was just 13.

Like when she had an invention.

Please review, I like getting them. Anyway, I'll have the next chapter in two days I promise. Until then, see you all.