This was it, they knew who he was, at least he would be with his sisters again. Count Olaf smirked, those shining silver eyes sinking into him. The Baudelaires came to an end, like a flick of a flame. Gone.

"Fiona... that name," He whispered aloud, enough for Olaf to hear though. A cold shiver ran up his back as Count Olaf put an arm over his shoulder. Just to have a killer's hand patting him on the shoulder terrified him.

"You, you remind me of someone I used to know," Olaf's smile widened even more, those eyes glinting with satisfaction. IF he was the 'real' Klaus then... he could get someone to do his dirty job. To take lives from people was a charm he did. "Doesn't he look like that Klaus boy? Esme dear?"

The young woman snapped out of her daydreams, "Yes," she looked right into his chocolate eyes, "So he does." Looking at her nails a haughty laugh came from her, "But he is dead, remember? The Klaus boy was nowhere to be seen, the Queequeg did it all. Sad, isn't it. We have not 'one' Baudelaire for the fortune...Olaf dear?"

Klaus looked to his side, seeing the sinister man glare hard at something they couldn't. "Esme, he isn't dead," his eyes lost the gleam in them, "They say the dead always have unfinished work."

She nodded doubtingly, thinking about the death of that 'Klaus' boy, saddened her. Biting the skin of her bottom lip, Esme quickly brought a fake smile to her face.

"Tell me Klaus, honey. Have you..." Her brown eyes smiled, "Well, ever 'done off' with someone?" Esme brightened when looking at him, "You are strangely fashionable I have to say!"

"No," He looked at the paper headlines, hiding the sorrow within him, " I, don't think I could ever do such a thing."

"'Do such a thing?!' Klaus," Count began patting him warmly again, only harder this time, "We 'do' nothing wrong! As they say 'Kill one man to save room in the world for another!" He roared with laughter along with Carmelita.

Esme didn't smile though, in fact, she didn't feel happy at all.

What did Olaf actually plan to do? Let the boy start a terrible criminal record? Living his life in hiding as they did?

"Well my dear friend," He began, taking a tight grip to his shoulder, " I don't believe you would back out on joining us...would you?"

Klaus made eye contact with the unscrupulous man, "Joining? What do you mean by that?" yes, if he acted blunt now, he wouldn't suspect the truth.

"Well the famous Omar's Troupe! But please..." Olaf smirked wide, his white teeth shining dully, "call me Olaf."

He nodded, pushing his glasses up to his eyes he sat in deep thought.

He either joined this troupe to survive, or be tortured to death.

Why did he even have a choice?! Violet and Sunny never had one...they died...alone.

Without a brother.

Feeling a deep weight in his chest he nodded slowly, they could possibly be alive. After all, the orphans had mere luck, and it could have happened once more.

"Yes," His eyes glazed over with tears, closing them hard, "Count Olaf."

Klaus opened his eyes, finding himself safe and secure in his bed, the smell of rain in the air. Mother always loved the smell of rain, her gentle face now pained him.

Then he knew now, this wasn't home... it was his hell

Rolling over he saw Violet, tear marks on her face, both of them shared this bed. Sunny curled up uncomfortably on the window drapes, bundled on the floor.

"Violet..."

She looked at him, her silver eyes smiled, "I didn't see you were awake," Violet forced a smiled on her face, "What do you wish for? Klaus...tell me the truth. Alright?"

What 'did' he want? And why was this question so abrupt? The wheels sleepily turned in his mind.

"I wish, that we will all go home, where mom and dad- -"

Violet abruptly cut him off, "We can't ever go back, that is the worst place to go now... they would search for us there."

"You asked me what I wished for didn't you?"

Violet nodded sadly, she did, and for what? To put in what she thought, and interrupt Klaus that way? It just wasn't her to do that. Fidgeting with her ribbon in her black hair she smiled weakly.

"I'm sorry, but Klaus, promise me," she looked into his eyes, they were hard and serious now.

"Yes, Violet?"

"Don't ever leave us," she wrapped her arms around him wearily, "I would hate to lose you...if you ever became, like Count Olaf."

"Violet, what do you mean?" Klaus shook his sister, seeing her in a deep sleep he sighed.

What had she meant?

A peculiar humming awoke him, opening his dreary eyes he groped around for his glasses. Fuzzy figures became clear to him, a hand rested on his shoulder. Sitting up abruptly he saw the black curly haired girl. Her face was completely red, those brown eyes looking at him peculiarly.

He knew that look, but, where was he?

Oh, right, he remembered everything now that had happened. Agreeing to be a villain with the worst hidden criminals, then awaking to see the snootiest woman of all.

Carmelita Spats.

Though he never liked her, Klaus had to agree with himself. The rude girl he knew had a look to her that made someone smile, but afraid at the same time. Your heart would be calm at one moment, then banging on your chest the next.

She had a certain look to her, a unique one at that, "You fell asleep. I think all this 'hard work' has made you tired. Let me tell you, this is no momma's boys jobs."

Yeah, she still had that attitude, though his mother told him, " Everyone, deep inside of themselves, hide the better of them, good or evil."

"I can deal with them, after all, haven't you?" he knew those words weren't the right to use. Now she glared at him, but then, a strange laugh broke out from her.

"You sure have guts, talking about that -" she looked out the car's window, waving at someone he couldn't see past her curly hair. The door opened abruptly and Ms. Spats stepped out very casually.

"I see you found miss arson," he could hear Carmelita laugh coldly, " you made us loose a fortune. I thought someone would have finished you off earlier." She now blocked the way out, standing there calmly with ease.

Opening the door beside him he had to bend quite a bit to get out, standing up to see Carmelita. Who she was with made his heart skip a beat.

Fernald.

"So this is the guy Count Olaf picked up? Reminds me of myself, without the glasses that is," he made a throaty chuckle, making his way over to him. Klaus didn't move a muscle, seeing a hook outstretched to him. He knew well by now he wished to shake his hand.

"A pleasure," Fernald said warmly, turning harshly towards Carmelita, "make sure she doesn't leave." With those orders given, she walked off to attend to them.

"What is your name?"

Klaus still held his hook, a way of showing pure kindness. Another fault, he knew none of that would make him look like a better man. So he let go of his 'hand', both men in silence.

The world seemed quiet.

"I have some news you might want to know of," His dark brown eyes, looking the color of coal in the dawn seemed cold now, "I heard of a girl, matching Sunny's exact description, I think you already know who I speak of."

Nodding the Hook Handed Man grinned, "Well if you can do a favor, for us," he looked deep inside him, "I want you to take her here, she knows where ol' Olaf is. I'm speaking of the eldest, and it is your job."

Fernald stopped, it seemed as if his voice was suddenly cut off. Like when you are on a phone and the electricity cuts off, then there is nothing but silence. The conversation seemed to be that talk on the phone. Abruptly starting, then ending as quickly as it begun.

"What do you wish for me to do?"

He could see the smirk on his face widen, the creases on his tired face showing, "I want you to do a man's job."

"You will need this, Klaus," not even noticing Olaf coming in on their talk he pulled out a gun.

"I... I can't," He could feel blood rushing to his head, how could he possibly do this?

"If you back out, you will lose a great gift," Count Olaf looked hard into his eyes, did he already find out? "You will lose your life, just as our dear Fiona will."

"You promised to not touch her," Fernald said, his voice sounding as a growl, "I will take care of her, she is not of your concern."

"Oh?" The villainous man cackled, checking the deadly weapon for bullets. " I never 'promise' on things like that. You will follow my orders, do that or for the rest of the miserable woman's life...keep her with us."

Fernald had no choice, angrily giving up he passed Klaus. Catching what the man said to him just then, "Klaus Baudelaire, don't get yourself killed."

He froze. Fernald 'knew' from the moment they met, the second he greeted him. Though it seemed he 'wanted' Klaus to live, but at the same time, not having to hurt his sisters.

But how? How would he ever achieve this?

"I don't know how I'm going to do this," Klaus said quietly to himself, "but I will do everything in my will to keep all of you safe!"

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Take it or leave it,

That's what you do, when it all comes down to you

Don't let your misery tear you apart

Or else you'll find yourself back at the start

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-Thanks, I really appreciate the reviews. Though I will thank you all, I won't say any more names for now! Just in case I receive more reviews before I put this up! Well all I can say is thanks!

You've inspired me!

And the snippet at the end is a small poem I made. I'm obsessed with writing, well I guess I speak for all of you!

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11-9-04 - -and Laura V. I just thought over about the hiding part, how foolish! Right when I began reading this I remembered! Though the third chapter was made the same day as the second. I had to wait though!

11-19-04—Finally I put this up! Sorry for the long wait! In one of the chapters I will thank you all!