Oh jeez, so sorry for the long long long time between updates. Since writing the other three chapters, I've been really busy with the two plays my school just performed. I do want to become an actor you know. And not only five minutes ago, I just finished a 2 page essay for history, and now I have time to update, so woo-hoo! I changed my style of writing a bit; I made the characters a bit more forward and cynical. BTW, thanks for all the reviews guys, really helpful for some future stories.
Chapter 4
Duncan shouted, "KLAUS!! VIOLET!!! LOOK UP HERE!!!" Noticing they didn't hear him, he sat down; feeling like a pile of bricks had piled on top of him. "Somebody shoot me." He said sadly.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure we'll meet up with them again someday," comforted Isadora.
Duncan felt like slapping her right then and there, wanting to get some sense inside her head. He restrained himself, remembering that glorious day when he turns 18 and can finally murder his sister to get the fortune all to himself.
"No! We're never going to see them again, don't you understand that! That stupid oaf Hector dragged us in this air contraption without us knowing it's never going to land! Doesn't he know how much we care about the Baudelaire's?" Isadora huffed away, feeling very hurt.
"Serves her right, that bitch. Can't wait to get her out of my hair. She's like a nagging housewife."
Isadora went to the captain's quarters, a square in the gigantic basket a bit bigger than the others. Hector was asleep. "Stupid idiot, can't even keep a watch on the wheel. We need to kill this fool one day." She smiled grimly, thinking of that day to come.
She looked over the side again, searching for any trace of the Baudelaire's. She noticed a group of Snow Scout's on their way to their annual sleep-in at a cave. Isadora's eyes welled up again, for she remembered how much Quigley loved the Snow Scout's. He was almost at top rank when that fateful day occurred. She looked up, a big cliff with a frozen waterfall loomed ahead in the distance.
An uneventful hour passed by slowly. She sighed as they passed the waterfall. She admired it's frozen beauty. It looked as if it were trapped in time. She made her way to the back of the basket to check on Duncan.
"What the…where'd he go?!" Isadora looked over the side, horrified to see the rope ladder dangling, with nothing on it. "Duncan must've skipped out on this hell ride. I don't blame him." Isadora looked out below the snowy mountain and saw the three Baudelaire's making their way up a snowy hill. She slapped herself in her forehead. "Why me…?" she muttered as she ran to the steering wheel.
Quickly, she turned the wheel and set out towards the frozen waterfall, almost on a direct path to where she saw the orphans. The hill where she saw them was now empty. She ran back to the rope ladder and climbed down it, being careful not to stumble over herself in excitement. She was finally going to see the Baudelaire's again!