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Hypnotized
There was a screaming noise as a tall and sinister figure of a man leaned over a young boy. The young boy was frozen to his bed in fear, watching the figure and trying to believe that someone had actually entered his house. His eyes went past the figure to the shape of a dead body that had once been his older brother lying on the floor, blood slowly dripping from the fatal shot to his heart. Another figure stood in the doorway, hunched over in pain.
The figure reached and out covered the boy's mouth, silencing the screams. "Quiet!" he commanded in a venomous voice. The boy obeyed, out of fear of the figure and his life. The sinister figure laughed delightfully at the boy's suddenly open fear and removed his hand from the boy's mouth. The boy started shaking as he stared at the gun in the figure's hand. The figure looked at it and pocketed the gun. The boy let out an accidental sigh of relief, and the figure's attention was drawn back to him.
"I hope you do not think that you are getting out so easily," the figure replied. He advanced again, and the boy moved back. "Just because I have decided to only shot your brother and not you does not mean that I don't have something else planned." The boy began to shake again, fear of the unknown gripping at his fast pacing heart.
The figure laughed and turned to face the other figure who was still hunched over in pain. "Fool," he spat at him. He then shoved one of his long and disgusting looking fingers into another pocket and pulled out a small silver hook that was attached to the end of a long, thin string. The boy shut his eyes and turned his head.
The boy felt the figure kick him in the shin. "Open your eyes and look at the hook, you stupid fool!" the venomous voice of the figure screeched. The boy was kicked again. Unwillingly, but finding no other way out, the boy turned his head back to its original position and opened his eyes.
They were immediately drawn to the silver hook, which glittered ominously in the few rays of moonlight that escaped through the boy's window. The hook suddenly began to move, backwards and forwards on the string. The boy's eyes were fixated on the hook, watching as it moved backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards…
"Relax," the voice of the venomous figure whispered, breaking into the fog that had overcome the boy's brain. "Relax. Keep your eyes on the hook. Do not resist me…"
The boy was so transfixed that within a moment he was slowly losing all feel of reality and was slipping off into a state of unawareness and no self – control…
The Hook – Handed Man awoke suddenly. He found himself on the floor, next to the chair he had been sitting in. The Hook – Handed Man stood up and attempted to dust himself off. As he was doing such a thing his eyes caught sight of the hook that was now his right hand. He lifted the hook up and stared at it.
The Hook – Handed Man spat at it and cursed it silently. It was that horrible hook, that horrible hook that was now his right hand that had ruined the life he once held before he met Count Olaf. He knew now that he should have never gone to that audition…that he should have never made that bet, or signed that agreement to join the acting troupe without reading it first.
With the remainders of the dream still swirling within his head, the Hook – Handed Man sped down the stairs from Count Olaf's forbidden tower and raced to the room where Klaus was being held. He burst through the door and strode over to the figure lying on a single sheet on the floor.
Due to being within the state of hypnosis, Klaus was unaware that anyone had intruded upon his room. He was staring blankly at the ceiling. He didn't even flinch when the Hook – Handed Man nudged him in the foot.
"Look at me!" the Hook – Handed Man exclaimed as he nudged Klaus again. Upon hearing a command, Klaus slowly turned his head until he was staring blankly at the face of the Hook – Handed Man. The Hook – Handed Man grimaced at the look on Klaus' face. He had forgotten about how dull and blank the look of one under hypnosis could be until he had seen it in that dream. That senseless tragedy that had happened to him not too long ago…
"What is going on in here?" an annoyed voice questioned from behind the Hook – Handed Man. The Hook – Handed Man turned to see an angry Count Olaf leaning against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.
"Nothing," the Hook – Handed Man replied as he hung his head in shame and moved as far as possible from Klaus. "I was just checking on the brat, that was all."
"Oh, I highly doubt that was the reason," Count Olaf said as he advanced towards the Hook – Handed Man. "I notice a change in your attitude since this morning, my dear accomplice. Has the state of the Baudelaire brat brought back an unfriendly memory from five years ago?"
"No," the Hook – Handed Man answered, clearly lying through his teeth.
The Count raised his eyebrow. "Really. I happen to think it has." He moved his face in until it was nearly touching the Hook – Handed Man. "Tell me, does the following name mean anything to you: Catherine."
The Hook – Handed Man shut his eyes and looked away. Memories of a beautiful woman with flowing dark hair and chocolate brown eyes flowed into his mind. She was laughing, holding onto flowers and smiling sweetly at an unseen figure over her shoulder.
The Hook – Handed Man shuddered. "Not Catherine," he whispered, his mind clearly being tortured by the memory of someone else long lost.
Count Olaf smiled as he pulled away. He turned back to Klaus. "Did I not tell you to go to sleep, brat?" Count Olaf spat at him.
"Yes," Klaus murmured in response.
"Yes what?" the Count prodded.
"Father," Klaus whispered.
Count Olaf smirked. He smacked Klaus across the face so hard that the boy's cheek instantly turned red. Klaus never felt it – he had fallen asleep suddenly.
Count Olaf turned to leave the room. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at the Hook – Handed Man. "And you," he began. "Get back up to the tower. Now!" Then he left.
The Hook – Handed Man sighed and looked at Klaus. He showed no pain from the hit; then again, his face showed no emotion at all. The Hook – Handed Man walked from the room and headed back to the tower.
He never knew why he still accompanied Count Olaf. After all he had done to him, after all that torture…
But they were all gone.
A/N: Yea, this might seem a little wierd. I have read 'The Grim Grotto' and I know the the real truth behind the Hook - Handed Man, but I just wanted to warn anyone who reads this that I have my own version on this character's past and that will be the one that is featured in this story.
Anyway...
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