The three Baudelaires walked nervously beside Count Olaf as he led them down a steep hill.
If you've ever heard the phrase, "racked by fear," then you'll know that it means something along the lines of, "so afraid you feel as if you are shaking, which the Baudelaires were literally doing at that present moment."
Suddenly, Count Olaf stopped in his tracks. He swiveled around to where he was facing the frightened Baudelaires.
He smiled viciously at the children and pointed to a nearby tree.
"Line up," he snapped. The siblings stared at the tree and hesitated. What would become of them if they obeyed? Would he shoot them all in a row then leave them in the woods?
Klaus Baudelaire was the first to line up next to the tree, and his sisters followed suit.
"Who will be first?" Asked Count Olaf mockingly, "Perhaps you, Violet, my lovely."
Violet held her breath fearfully as Olaf aimed his revolver in her direction.
"Say good-bye," he breathed, and then fired.
Violet screamed and both of the younger Baudelaires wept, for they were sure their sister was dead.
Yet fortunately, she was not. The shadowy figure of a child had collided with Count Olaf and knocked him and his gun to the ground.
Violet was the first to recognize the figure, and beamed in delight.
"Duncan!" She screamed.
A/n: My first a/n, telling you that this chapter is short. Hello. I hope you are enjoying my fic.
