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Chapter five

Over the years I was trained diligently in the various tasks that all Volunteers needed to know, such as disguises, make-up, spy work, and also rescue-response and CPR. Soon I had risen through the ranks and had become a top agent, along with my older friend L. By now most people referred to me as O, even my friend with the hook. By now I had made several friends that were outcasts like myself, and was one of the most popular people on campus.

My missions soon became increasingly more and more difficult, ranging from obtaining lost cats that had found themselves stranded in a tree to undercover work in various restraunts. However, as I was soon to find out, my biggest challenge was yet to come.

It was a Friday evening, and my friends and I were sitting down to dinner. F had started eating, and five minutes later I noticed that something was wrong. He appeared to be choking. Because most of my friends were not as high on the agent ladder as I was, they had no clue what to do, but thankfully, because I knew CPR, I was able to save my best friend's life.

Later that evening, we had decided to have a small bonfire in order to celebrate the nice summer weather. We had roasted marshmallows and s'mores, and were chatting quietly amongst ourselves. I was looking at the fire intently and started to wonder to myself "Why do we fight fires and then celebrate by setting them?"

I broke the quiet by asking L this question. He told me that we celebrated with bonfires because it was tradition and because we could contain these fires, then said that we fought fires because they were destructive. 1 told them that forest fires were actually good because they cleared out dead wood so new things could grow. This discussion caused a very heated debate between my close friends and the other members.

I realized eventually that L was wrong to say that fires were destructive. He was wrong to fight them, because like scavengers and predators, they weeded out the sick and old in order to make way for newer things. They nipped bad seeds in the bud and kept the world clean. I gathered my friends and ran away from VFD that night, and I did go back, but only to rid the world of this disease that had lied to me and would most likely lie to others. I took it as my solemn vow to get rid of this poison that threatened to overtake the world. And I shunned my old identity and obtained a new one; one that I hoped would strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. That night, I, the young Olaf that so many people had known, became the VFD's worst enemy. That night I became Count Olaf.

Wow, this is getting hectic…. Please review and stick around for Da prologue!