This was it, she breathed in as tears welled in her eyes. She could have left with them. No, it was silly of her, she 'belonged' here, with Fernald.
Stop lying to yourselfShe couldn't see through her rectangular glasses, her vision completely blurred. There was no turning back, not a smile she would ever see from Klaus as a friend. He always seemed to be so strong, but she, wasn't like that....at all.
She could feel her legs give in. Falling on her knees she found herself shaking.
I feel...so cold.. as if...Something was about to happen, she knew it. But where had the others gone? The silence replied. That was right. Not one soul besides her waved goodbye to the Baudelaires.
The next time she would see the three orphans...would be through a traitor's eyes...
She regretted all the paths she took. To end up with a vile crew, and her brother... had he even cared? If he did, he would have let her speak, but being the brother he was... he didn't. Tears ricocheted off the metal paneled floor.
The submarine lurched forward, sending her onto her feet for a split second, her glasses flew from her reach. Her head hit the cold floor, and then....
"You can come with us," Klaus said again, not giving up on her, he knew all four of them would leave together. "You have to, we need you."
"My 'brother' needs me! I can't come with you Klaus.." She saw the look of disappointment in his eyes, even after the kiss, his smile was broken. "Don't look like that," Fiona whispered, not feeling as a coward for snapping at him. She had felt so much anger, which she had burst out enraged, at 'him.'
"Klaus," Violet called, seeing Fiona look at Klaus with a look in her eyes. She wasn't the Fiona they knew now. "We have to leave..."
He walked towards the opening...
'Don't go... I'm sorry'
She opened her mouth, as if to speak, nothing came past her lips. Fiona just watched him walk away from her reach, not even looking back at her. She had waved to the eldest Baudelaire, not even she would look her in the eye. They had been deceived.
'I'm sorry... Just stay with me...here..."
"I...Klaus..."
The boy turned to look at her, though his eyes wandered off, his face looked pale. She hadn't spoken another word, just seeing him that way, made her lose her voice.....
The two submarines departed, seeing the engraved words, Queequeg on the ship, for the very last time.
"Farewell Baudelaires," Fiona whispered, waving her hand goodbye, though they hadn't recognized she did so....
"Klaus..." Her eyes opened to the ceiling, feeling numb all over, what had just happened? Cold, thick liquid slid down her face, ending at her lips. The taste made her gag, wiping the substance with her finger she saw crimson on her nail.
"B-Blood?"
"Fiona,"She turned to see her brother, a sudden feeling of fear hit her, "Fernald, I, don't want to be here..."
His face twisted with anger and she felt the tip of his hook dig in her shoulder, "You came here for me, and stayed, you 'will' stay." She forced the tears to be held back, "You're not the brother I loved!"
The hook tip dug deeper and she wished to scream, but who would help her?
' Why are you doing this brother...?'
His other 'hand' touched her face, the sharp edge cut her cheek, "I care for you Fiona, 'they don't."
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU EVEN TRY TO FIND ME?!"
She a cutting feeling in her shoulder and she cried out in pain, blood seeped from the fresh wound.
"So, this is what you give me? I saved the hairs off your back and theirs!"
Fiona bit her lip, not speaking. Silence for her could bring her out of trouble. Though it wasn't the right answer, she didn't care. Anger and confusion grew in her.
"I.... I won't leave," Fiona turned to her side, putting less pressure on her wound.
"Death is the consequence for betraying Count Olaf," Fernald said shakily, from all the anger in him. He found himself saddened as well.
"I..." she looked out to the ocean and nodded slowly, "Yes, I know, dear brother."
The memory sent a surging pain throughout her body, was there no one coming? Why? Why was this happening to them?
She had no family...
- - -
Give me real...don't give me fake
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This was real, the blood on her fingertips, the pain burning in her body. All was real, none was fake, so...is this how she ended? Closing her eyes she could almost see Klaus and the others...
"EVACUATE! NOW!" Count Olaf roared in the rowing room, she heard his orders, but kept still. She didn't want to move, she wanted to lie there, in her misery....
Fernald rushed with Esme and the others frantically. The submarine lurched again. Fiona felt herself drifting.... Seeing her brother glimpse over where she lay, as he was forced to move by the others.
That look in his eyes... was it of pain?
Get to your feet.... Go to them....leave this place..
Fiona shook her head and spoke aloud, "I don't need to go, I'm alright," She smiled, feeling her mind drift away. The sound of the submarine's engines droning in her ears. They churned as they fought against the invisible force...tearing the Carmelita apart.
The panels tore beneath her, she could feel her mind yelling, get up!
Feeling sudden strength, she stood on her feet. Staggering towards the ladder a bony hand clasped over her mouth.
"You won't leave here alive, Fiona,"
It was him! Olaf, she had to escape, reaching out a hand for the ladder the image blurred in her eyes. She was blind, without her glasses, and all she grasped hold of, was the touch of the ocean's deadly arms..... not yet...
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Open up your eyes... Just open up your eyes- - -
Fernald! Save me please, I'm sorry! I didn't listen to you and now..."Just a little longer and you will suffocate," Olaf hissed in her ear, the whole crew, where were they all? Safe....all breathing, behind glass doors of their helmets, and she wished...she was there too.
Fiona fell to her knees and felt his hands slip from her mouth, she just kept coughing, not a gasp of air in her lungs.
"Why- - " She coughed out, feeling her body with every ounce of strength fade.
"You wouldn't dare to think of leaving my Troupe,"
"I'm," She choked on the words, just to get her safe, she would cry them out. "I'm," Fiona gasped for air suddenly, feeling lightheaded, "I'm...sorry." Tears shot out from her eyes and the ground gave in beneath her.
The cold was only what she felt... blinded in darkness.
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Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes... Just open up your eyes
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The bitterness of the coffee made him feel worse, his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as he continued to sip his drink. The newspaper caught his attention "Wreck of Two Submarines, Whereabouts Unknown" He laughed, but then it hit him, he coughed on liquid sliding down his throat.
"Two Submarines were found days ago, just miles away from the Briny Beach, the names supposedly were the Queequeg," He stopped, his hands began to twitch and he dropped his coffee.
He had to read more...
"The other pronounced as the Carmelita, there were no survivors, or as far as police know."
His hands wouldn't stop shaking, shoving them deep into his coat pockets... he didn't even know why he picked up a three year old paper....
They are all gone...everyone...No, it couldn't possibly be, all the crew... dead? He found himself laughing, for a reason not even he knew. Looking down at the floor he bumped into someone, great, just what he needed.
"I didn't see you there, I'm sorry," He got to his feet, wiping the blurred lenses of his, looking down to help the person up.
A man looked coldly up at him, those eyes, he felt a shiver go down his back. Those silver, shining eyes....
"I don't need help," The man replied gruffly to his offer, brushing his clothes off he looked him straight in the eyes.
"Something wrong my sweet?" A voice cooed from behind him, he couldn't breath, it was Squalor herself, "Oh, thank you for holding him back, my new 'in' shoes were killing me!" He could see the tight plastic boots, strapped tightly to her legs.
He just nodded, a girl stood from behind her and gave him a rude glare.
"Esme I want some Caramel Coffee!" She wailed, her eyes had that certain look in them.
"Come have coffee with us!" Esme grinned warmly at him, in a way where he couldn't believe she would ever do to him.
He had no choice, following the three into the shop he felt the need to walk away. Why?
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A young woman looked across the street, her eyes were watching that man. His lips moved, but she couldn't hear what he spoke to them. Looking down she winced, rusty, metal handcuffs bound her.
"Come on Fiona," her brother 'tapped' her, or what he called it... she didn't want to move. She knew he would turn, look right into her eyes, he had to.
Oh Klaus... it must be youSlowly she knelt to enter the taxi, feeling the cuffs dig into her wrists.
- - -
He tried to make himself comfortable, sitting beside a villain was one thing he wished not to do his entire life. Though he found himself now in that tight spot, just what he needed.
"Look my Olaf!" Esme clapped her hands together joyously, sliding the paper over to Count Olaf. Glancing over at the boy beside him he read the bold headlines.
He couldn't help but look over, his tongue seemed dry, but he had to see what made Esme so cheery.
"What's your name?" Olaf asked, he felt his words escape him, he couldn't seem to hold back. "Klaus," he spoke softly to him, with ease and not a hint of fear, "Klaus B- -"
He looked at the young man, "Klaus, now what a nice name," he couldn't see a hint of fear in the man's eyes, could he possibly be the 'Klaus Baudelaire.' Looking over at Esme he gave her and Carmelita a short smile.
"What a charming name..." Count Olaf said quietly, letting out a wheezy cough.
Klaus could feel his heart skip a beat, he couldn't seem to speak. The headlines seemed to smile at him, "Woman who attempts arson"
"The night seemed to be well, except for the haunting glow of a fire made by none other than Fiona. A supposed survivor of Omar's troupe and of V.F.D. her whereabouts are unknown."
Klaus looked down seeing the owner's name of the house she burnt...
"Existing Baudelaire daughter are caught in fire....."
He felt his whole body shaking....
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...Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
....See me crumble and fall on my face
...And I know the mistakes I made
... See it all disappear without a trace
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...Whenever am I going to see that pretty face again...?
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Chapter two ends, and the other soon to begin. The lyric snippets were of Coldplay. My favorite singing group I have to say.
-11-5-04-With the shock of death in mind, how can you ever forgive yourself? When you're not alive to the people you love? See it spin out of control. –Verse made by LollipopsAreTears-
Thank you Laura V. I love your K. Baudelaire story, I just have been carried away with things. Sorry I haven't reviewed, but I can't think of anything better then a review from my favorite Unfortunate Events author.
The fiery glow of fire burns, another chapter, another page turns, and it all comes back and returns, to one so lost in his concern. –Poetry verse L.A.T.-
"The world is quiet here" V.F.D.