Chapter 11

Violet narrowed her eyes angrily. Without thinking, she snatched the deadly jar from the bald man's hand and threw it out the window.

The bald man's eyes widened in surprise. "Do you realize what you have just done?" He asked incredulously.

"No," she admitted, "but I know that I've just saved myself from you and that deadly jar."

"YOU HAVE JUST RELEASED A DEADLY FUNGUS ON THE FREE WORLD!" He roared angrily, his nostrils flaring.

"What!" Gasped Violet

"Medusoid Mycelium is a deadly fungus that closes up one's throat. A grotto served as its quarantine until Olaf collected some spores from it. Quote the poem, 'A single spore has such grim power/ that you may die within the hour.'" He said breathlessly, "Now with no quarantine, the fungus could spread and infect the entire world!"

"Wait," Violet asked uncertainly, "if the fungus is in a jar, then how will it spread to the world?"

The bald man thought a moment, and unable to think of an answer, he stormed off.

With the bald man gone, Violet was able to work out of her bindings.

She dashed down the hall and suddenly Olaf stepped out of nowhere and stuck out his foot.

Violet tripped and fell over the balcony that looked over

Olaf's front room.

She landed headfirst and a terrible pain struck the side of her head.

Blood pooled around her face and her eyes grew cloudy. No, Violet thought, I can't die, my siblings!

A foot was visible in front of her face, and a menacing voice said, "Good night."

That was the last thing she ever heard before everything went black.

THE END

A/N: Look for the sequel! It's called "Unseen."