"Come…sit down," He motioned his hand to a chair, the only bright piece of furniture in the musty room. Carmelita walked by him, sitting down without having to say a word. He had brought her to the tower, what for? Olaf could have told her in the hall, but that look in his eyes…could it possibly mean Esme told him?

"So, you haven't answered my question yet," She scoffed, glancing about the room in disgust. At least this would be the last day for her here, she sighed, regretting the foolish choices she made.

"Tomorrow is a special day, that is when you will learn the secret of mine…" His unibrow raised, those gray eyes shifting over to the woman sitting motionless across from him. "You will be the first one to know little girl…after all, you would just die of pleasure. But that isn't what you're here for…"

An uneasy feeling went through her body, a cold shiver rising up her spine. The space between them seemed to be closer. Without looking up she felt a hand slip under her jaw, lifting her chin so none other than Count Olaf could look upon her.

"I see our captive is gone…" His voice became rough; she felt his hand slip around her throat. The thought of dying right here, without anyone there to help her, made Carmelita turn deathly pale. "A steak knife miraculously is found sticking in the ground…" She tried to move but his hand wrapped around her throat. "Now two of my henchmen are missing and you stand there in the hall with that thoughtless distraction of yours?"

Her eyes widened as his hand tightened enough to where she couldn't breath, it felt as if she was to lose herself here. This was the end…she knew as long as she was here, there would be no life of happiness, or even a chance to live freely at all.

Olaf released his grip and smirked to see the young woman coughing, streams of tears suddenly falling from her face.

"Now, you will find them, I know you have the key to where they're at." He smiled seeing her lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling while choking for air. "Is that understood?"

Carmelita opened her clenched hand. She dug her nails so hard into her palm at that moment that she had bled. The sight of her own blood sickened her, the ruined paper clearly showed the address, along with the room's number locked away in her mind.

She closed her eyes, she didn't wish to reply… the sound of his footsteps left the room and she lay there with the feeling of death at her back. Even when looking at the ceiling someone's watch would be on her, thousands of them watching her.

- - -

Oh my god,
I'm not supposed to say this
'Cause I know that you're trouble but...
Is that your real name and why are you doing this?

- - -

Klaus rested his forehead on the windowpane, watching the rain spatter the glass. Though he seemed to look past the dark city, and the storms within it. His mind was stuck on Carmelita, knowing that she would come. She would have to…

"You haven't said a word since we came here," Fiona said aloud to him, seeing he was still in deep thought. Sighing she placed her triangle glasses on, rubbing her eyes wearily from a restless nap. Was the city ever quiet? Even a better question…

Is the world ever quiet?

She smiled seeing her brother sound asleep on the second bed, how he had his hat tipped over his face. He never seemed to change did he, Fernald was never really bad, was he? Fiona's eyes caught his hooks, shaking her head in dismay, he had received those for a reason…

"It's Carmelita, I know it's only ten, but shouldn't she be here already?" Sitting up from the chair resting beside the window he straightened the mess of raven hair on his head. Deep lines seemed to be etched under his eyes, the circular glasses making them more visible.

"Why do you think he came back so fast? Count Olaf I mean…"

Klaus's eyes widened, he hadn't thought of that, he did seem to come right at the time of their departure.

He knew

- - -

The flame shone in her green eyes, seeing the match her hand. The feeling of the fire's heat slowly heated her hand, seeing the gasoline neatly poured around the house in the darkness… This was her arson, the one that would prove herself worthy of the troupe.

"Fire's begin with a flame, and end in smoke," Those words she spoke didn't make her smile, Carmelita dropped the match…in a matter of seconds a flame enclosed the house. Watching the orange glow enwrap itself outside the home.

A scream was what was heard, in a matter of minutes a woman ran out with a look of fear on her eyes. A notebook she held securely to her chest, in such shock and confusion the victim fell to her knees… staring at the fire and sobbing…

"Let's go," Olaf's voice ordered her to move, but that woman, what of her?

Am I that woman? Would I be that same way seeing my house crumble before me, along with the family I loved…the ones I never really expressed my feelings to?

Something wet fell on her hand, her face suddenly felt cold…her hand slowly wiped her face. Seeing that it was her tears, she was crying…

Her eyes looked back at the house, and there she now saw what was a fire, and a dark blue notebook…

- - -

The rain poured down on a mid-teen aged woman, the wet dark brown curls of hair clung to her face.

People glanced at the lady who walked barefoot on the sidewalk, her green eyes fixated at the path ahead. A black coat fell to her knees, and her face was completely emotionless.

- - -

Barefoot on the sidewalk

Walking in the rain

No looks of emotion or pain on my face

So don't trust me

Don't believe what I say

Because I want my memories of you to fade away

- - -

A knock was at the door, Fiona turned her attention to the door, something wasn't right… Klaus was in no hurry to answer, he just stood at the door for a moment. His brown eyes were staring at the floor, his hand slowly took hold of the doorknob.

"Who is it?" He asked, there was no reply. 'That's strange…I could have sworn- -'

The sound of a fist pounded on the door, shaking the metal knob in his hand.

"C-Carmelita?" He asked shakily, the pounding in his chest sent his mind racing. Fernald awoke abruptly, he saw the young kid standing at the door…shaking.

"Yes…it's me… Klaus Baudelaire."

The voice that spoke seemed so empty, his hand seemed to loosen on the handle. She knew who he was, not wanting to believe it, but now…but now, did she still see him the same way like she said to him?

Klaus's departed from the door, turning his back to someone he actually trusted. No, he couldn't trust anyone but himself, Fernald, and Fiona. Another pounding came from the door, Fernald walked up to him.

"Let me answer it, this isn't right Klaus… we don't have a choice if she tries to attempt to hurt one of us." His hook fiddled with the hole in the knob, there was a single click. On the other side of the door was not a sound, she hadn't entered, knowing it was unlocked.

"Do you mean to dispose- -"

"I wouldn't call it that, but I don't have a choice but to attack. At any cost." The door opened, he stepped back along with Klaus, far back enough so the door would completely open. There in the opening was Carmelita, her eyes opened to them with anger.

She took a step in, one of her hands slid into her black coat pocket. Klaus reached in his own jacket, his fingers fumbled around in the empty space.

He didn't have it…

- - -

Klaus rose from the table, bending over to pick up the weapon from the floor

- - -

Carmelita holding the weapon lightly, whispering a bang with a devilish smile on her face…

- - -

Klaus slammed the suitcase down on the desk, placing the black weapon aside from the bag. Shoving and unpinning articles of his sisters on the wall into the case…

- - -

'I left it on the desk!'

He saw her draw closer to him, a smile wavered on her face and he could see some sadness in her eyes. She stopped right before him, Fernald ran at her and she pulled out the gun that she held in her hand.

"FERNALD!!"

-End of Chapter 6- -First snippet was from a song done by Frou Frou- -Second snippet done by me- -Perfect to put up on the day of Christmas, I have to inform you I made this quite a few days earlier, sorry for the inconvenience of weapons being used against the respectable characters… or should I say 'character'? –