"Duncan!" Violet screamed again, and the grinning face of
Duncan appeared from the shadows.
"Violet!" Duncan ran to her and hugged her tightly, not caring that her siblings were staring.
Violet withdrew and looked anxiously at Olaf, lying unconscious on the ground.
"We need to go, Duncan, he'll wake up soon and kill us all." Said Violet, tears forming in her eyes.
"Let's go then," he replied, as it began to rain with great intensity.
"Isadora!" Screamed Duncan, "Let's go!"
Isadora appeared from behind a tree and ran past the two children, picking up Sunny, and grabbing Klaus's shaking hand.
"Come on!" She shouted, and then recited a poem.
"Come my friends, we mustn't tarry,
Though we have quite a load to carry."
Violet nodded at Duncan, confirming Isadora's insightful poem.
They started running, and they were sure they would get away, but a sudden voice behind them made their blood run cold.
"Stop right there! I'll take it easy on you if you give up," cried the gravelly voice of Count Olaf.
The three children ran faster, but the horrid sound of Olaf hindered Violet's progress, a phrase which here means, "slowed her long enough for Olaf to grab her by the hair and jerk her backwards."
Duncan whirled around and tried to snatch her back, but Olaf was too fast, he ran and ran, dragging Violet with him and throwing her into his bullet-peppered trunk.
"NO!" Screamed Duncan, but Olaf jumped in the car with cat-like reflexes, and then the tires squealed as Olaf drove recklessly away.
Duncan stared as the car disappeared from view, while Isadora and the two other Baudelaires joined him.
Tears welled up in Klaus's eyes, and even Sunny, who was too young and confused to comprehend the situation, was silently sobbing.
Isadora sighed, then forced a smile with great difficulty, and then faced her brother.
"We'll find her," said Isadora, false cheeriness lingering in her voice, "She's a very intrepid person."
Duncan's voice strained as he spoke, "But Izzy," replied Duncan, using his sister's pet name that her father used to call her, "Count Olaf has a knife, and it's covered in blood. But not only that, the blood forms a word."
"What is the word?" Asked Isadora nervously.
"Violet," replied Duncan hoarsely.
