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Hypnotized

Count Olaf stood in front of Mr. Cormier's desk, staring down at the deed to the Baudelaire fortune with a hungry look in his eyes. Klaus sat in the seat behind him, staring blankly at the wall. Mr. Cormier, who had replaced Mr. Poe in the handling of the Baudelaire's fortune and property, was looking from Count Olaf to Klaus and then back again.

"Are you sure that this is your decision?" Mr. Cormier asked, peering behind Count Olaf at Klaus. Klaus blinked and vaguely turned his head.

"Tell him if you want to sign the paper, Klaus," Count Olaf said in his sickly sweet voice to Klaus. Klaus blinked again.

"Yes..."he whispered.

Mr. Cormier sighed and nodded his head. He pulled out a pen and handed it to Klaus. "Take the pen, Klaus," Count Olaf instructed to the hypnotized voice. Klaus slowly reached his hand out and grasped the pen in between his hands.

"Sign on the line," Mr. Cormier said, pointing to the line on the deed. Count Olaf nodded at Klaus, and Klaus rose slowly. He leaned over the paper and signed his name on the line. When he was finished Count Olaf clapped his hands and did a slight jig.

"Finally!" he shouted as he jumped up again. Noticing the strange look that Mr. Cormier was giving him, Count Olaf stopped moving and smoothed out his dirty tux. "Excuse me," he said in his sickly sweet voice. "It's a habit from my acting."

"I'm sure," Mr. Cormier replied suspiciously. "Now, Mr. Olaf ..."

"Count!" Count Olaf cried.

"Count," Mr. Cormier corrected. "You shall begin to receive the money within the next two months..."

"What!" Count Olaf exclaimed, interrupting the banker again. "You mean I do not get the money today? Why not?"

"I shall have to explain," Mr. Cormier began.

"Hold one moment," the Count said. He turned to Klaus. "Give me the pen and go wait in the car." Klaus dropped the pen and turned for the door.

Count Olaf turned back to Mr. Cormier. "Continue," he said, sitting down in Klaus' chair.


The Hook - Handed Man was sitting in the front of Count Olaf's car, twisting the steering wheel gently with his hooked hand. He was deep in thought of a time long ago, trying to remember life as it had been. He had been thinking too much lately of his life five years ago and a little bit before. His every thought was haunted by the beautiful Catherine, with her flowing dark hair and chocolate brown eyes.

Then there were the boys. Those two beautiful boys, the eldest with his blonde hair and bright, mischievous, intelligent eyes - and then the younger one, with his dark brown curls and blue eyes, his sweet and innocent face.

The Hook - Handed Man reached his free hook to his face and attempted to wipe away a few stray tears. How he had loved all three, and how he had lost them so fast.

The Hook - Handed Man would have continued his reverie if he had not noticed the slow moving figure of Klaus coming towards the car from the distance. The Hook - Handed Man sighed and touched the OPEN lock. The doors clicked open. When Klaus reached the car he stood by the back door and stared. The Hook - Handed Man sighed, got out of the car, and opened the door for Klaus.

"Go in," the Hook - Handed Man said. Klaus blankly got in the car. The Hook - Handed Man shut the door and got back in. He was about to slip back into his memories of Catherine when he noticed a furious Count Olaf storming towards the car. The Hook - Handed Man turned the key in the ignition to prepare for the quick drive off. Count Olaf open the car door and sat down in his seat, slamming the door behind him. The Hook - Handed Man stepped down hard on the ignition and the trio was off.

"How'd it go?" The Hook - Handed Man asked cautiously as he drove the car back towards Count Olaf's house.

Count Olaf had his hands folded across his chest and he was frowning. "Well, I got the money," Count Olaf began. "But I am not aloud to actually touch it until two months from now. Can you believe that? Two months! If he..." Count Olaf jerked his thumb at Klaus "was eighteen then I could have been handed the money right then and there. But no. Since the brat is thirteen I have to wait for his signature to be processed and then I can get the money!"

"Well, at least you can get the money," The Hook - Handed Man pointed out as he turned a sharp corner.

"Yes," Count Olaf agreed after a moment. "I guess you're right." The car pulled up in front of Count Olaf's sinister home. Count Olaf got out and strutted towards the front door. As he was about to unlock it he turned back to the Hook - Handed Man.

"Wait," he commanded. The Hook - Handed Man looked up at him. His hand was touching the car door to which he would open to retrieve Klaus. "Dispose of the brat,"the Count finished. He unlocked the door and was about to head inside when the Hook - Handed Man interrupted him.

"Dispose of him?" he asked, looking from Klaus to Count Olaf. "Why would you want me to dispose of him? Don't you still need him? I thought he was your son now!"

Count Olaf sighed and began to walk back towards the car. "Let me explain to you," he said, his voice growing venomous with each syllable. "I captured the brat. I hypnotized the brat. I made the brat forget his past. I made the brat think he was my son. I made the brat sign a piece of paper. I got the brat's fortune. I no longer need the brat. I want you to dispose of the brat. Did that make sense?"

The Hook - Handed Man blinked slowly. "So you never actually planned on making him stay as your son?" he asked slowly.

Count Olaf threw back his head and laughed. "The brat? My son? I'm far too handsome to be his father! Now dispose of him or else!" Count Olaf spun on his heel and went inside, slamming and then locking the door behind himself.

The Hook - Handed Man stared at the locked door. He turned his head back so that he was staring at Klaus. Count Olaf wanted him to dispose of Klaus, that much he understood. What he didn't understand was why he didn't want to do it. Something deep inside of the Hook - Handed Man made him feel sick, and a memory slowly crept into his mind...


"Where is he?" the man asked, following the figure up to his tower. "What have you done with my son?"

The figure turned on him and glared. "Why should you care? You work with me now. The concerns of that little brat should no longer concern you!"

"But it does concern me!" the man shouted, jumping in front of the figure. "He is my child. I want to know where he is!"

The figure sighed and rolled his eyes. "I want to know where he is!" he mimicked. "Fine!" The figure turned and began to walk down the staircase to the second floor. The man followed, trying hard to keep up with the stride of the figure. Finally, after twisting and turning down many staircases, the duo came to the first floor. The figure pulled out a key and unlocked a door next to the staircase.

"Oh brat!" the venomous voice of the figure called into the room. A young boy rose from a chair and walked stiffly towards the figure and the man. He stopped at the doorway and stared blankly at the figures in front of him.

"My child!" the man cried out, attempting to move forwards. The figure stuck his hand out to stop him from further moving.

"I said you could see him," the figure said. He shoved the man backwards. "Now stay away from him or else I shall dispose of him to my will."

"Dispose of him?" the man repeated.

"Yes," the figure replied. "Dispose of him."

The man backed away. The figure shoved the boy back into the room, but not before the boy had a chance to look at the man with his blank stare. Although he was under hypnosis, the boy looked as though he were trying to remember who the man was.

The figure shut the door and walked away. Once he was off in the distance, the man headed over to the door. He leaned against it and tried to listen. He heard no movements. The man sighed and shut his eyes.

"I'm sorry, my son," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

There was no reply.


A sudden anger that was harbored for Count Olaf arose in the Hook - Handed Man's chest. He kicked the car angrily. Then he got into the car and slammed the door shut. He jabbed his hooks at the wheel. The Hook - Handed Man exhaled and closed his eyes. He thought about what he would do. Would he really dispose of Klaus? Or would he fail again - or maybe not? After a few minutes of careful thinking, the Hook - Handed Man came up with an idea.

He turned the key into the ignition and drove off.


A/N: Did you like it? I hope so. I should explain to you all now that I'm attempting to finish off this story before school starts. Sorry if some of the plot details have been changed and all that, but I've gotten many new ideas for this story!

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