Out of instinct to protect my brother, I pulled the gun up in my trembling hands and tugged hard on the trigger. The hook-handed man let out a cry as the bullet pierced his skin and fell to the ground dead. Had it not been for the terrible episode I was in, I would have been horror-struck knowing that I had killed a man. Everyone who read the Dailey Punctilio already thought I was a murderer, and there I was standing over a body I had just deprived of life.

"Klaus?" I asked frantically, as I ran to my brother and knelt by his side. I reached down and touched his cold hand, holding it in mine. "Please don't be dead, Klaus. Don't be dead. Oh, God, Klaus, don't do this to me!" I plead through tears.

"Violet," my name escaped his lips, and a smile tugged on mine, as I squeezed his hand a little tighter. He was alive, but just barely. All I could think about was getting him help. I noticed a pool of blood spreading from beneath his chest. Then I realized, to my horror, that a hook was emerging from his chest, from his heart.

My face suddenly fell, as I heared him whisper, "Take care of Sunny," He coughed, and deep, scarlet blood sputtered out of his mouth, "and tell Isadora I love her."

"No, Klaus, no. See, I won't have to. You can tell her yourself. Please, Klaus. It's going to be alright." I assured him.

He lifted his arm, and brought his hand to my cheek. His eyes opened slightly and he grinned. Barely audible, he whispered his last words, "I love you."

His eyes gently closed, like a curtain being drawn over a window overlooking an ocean of jade green. His face fell silently, sunken from its former charm. His hand went limp and his arm dropped motionless at his side. His flesh slowly turned milky white and his lips, purple and as cold as the heart of his murderer. A tear rolled down my broken face and landed softly on his. He left me with only room for more pain in my heart and disasters in my life.

I kept hold of his stilled hand, as my eyes fell upon his lifeless body. "I love you, too" I replied to Klaus. My eyes stung from endless tears creeping from them. I slowly leaned in towards him and placed a soft kiss on his forehead then brought my hand to his face and lay it over his eyes. "I love you, too," I repeated. My insides felt like they would burst at any moment from the pain brought upon me.

I sat beside him for a few moments before laughter filled the room and tore my thoughts away from my brother. Anger washed over my body, as I watched Count Olaf emerge from a shadowy corner of the dimly lit room.

"Well, well, well," he grinned, his eyes shining brighter than ever. I slowly stood up, as he finished, "one orphan down, four to go. And you're next," he laughed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a gun.

"You fucked up my life," I snarled through clenched teeth. I knew my parents wouldn't have been proud to hear my talk like this, but due to rage, I didn't care. Before Olaf could shoot, I brought my gun up and pulled the trigger. I was so shaken with anger that the bullet missed its target and hit his arm. It was enough to buy me a few seconds though. As he wailed in pain, I ran back to the lobby.

"This can't be happening," I thought to myself. I ran over to the front desk and stood up on top of it, gun still in hand. "I can't live like this!" I shouted for all to hear. I placed the gun under my chin, facing up, and I faintly heard protests from my friends and cries from Sunny, but it didn't matter anymore. "My brother just died, the boy I love hates me, and I might become a mother! I can't bear this any longer…and I won't!" I finished. I was angry at everyone now: my parents and Klaus for leaving me, Olaf and his troupe for making my life hell, Duncan for hating me, but mostly myself for failing.

I cocked the gun, and my fingers slowly started to squeeze the trigger, but before I could finish the deed, I heard four words…four words that would change everything.

"Violet, I love you!" Duncan cried. Though his voice was shaky, it was sincere. I lowered the gun to my side, and a barely visible smile showed on face.

"You what?" I asked. Duncan looked up at me and smiled.

"I said I love—" he repeated, but the last word was cut off by a gunshot. It was aimed directly at my heart, and that's exactly where it hit me. I felt such pain as I've never felt before and stumbled before falling to the floor beneath me.

I could hear screams of horror from friends and sister and laughter from Count Olaf. I brought my hand to my chest and felt warm, thick liquid, then lifted it so I could see it. My hand was drenched in a layer of crimson blood. I started to feel warm, then numb, and knew the end was nearing.

Olaf knelt over me, a crooked grin on his face. "You silly girl," he mocked, "You really thought you could escape me?" His eyes were shining more than I had ever seen them shine. He was very pleased with himself.

"You bastard," I coughed and brought the gun I still clenched in my hand square to his head and shot without hesitation. The toothy grin on his face disappeared, and I heard a large thump when he landed beside me. "Fuck you," I said to his body. There I go swearing again. Shame on me.

I stared up at the ceiling, my vision blurred, and all noise silent to my ears. I smiled slightly, knowing I had killed him. Even though I was dying, I was victorious. Count Olaf could no longer harm anyone. Good riddance.

I saw Isadora and Duncan holding Sunny running to my side just before my world faded into a black abyss.

Well, there you have it. That was sure a load off of my chest. Thank you very much for reading this very unfortunate event. I'm very happy to be reunited with my parents and Klaus, though I dearly miss Duncan, Isadora, Quigley, and Sunny, but I'm sure you're curious as of what happened after I died. Well, I stuck around to watch, so I'll tell you:

I watched as Duncan, Isadora, and Sunny ran to my body, crying. They burst into more tears, if possible, when they found it lifeless. Fiona took off running, and was never spotted again. Duncan found his wits and call the police, and the VFD meeting was called off, obviously. Kit, Klaus, all the hotel workers, and I had proper funerals, and many VFD members attended. Count Olaf and the hook-handed man received burials, but no funeral as no one planned one or would have attended

I later found out that Esmé Squalor had been previously killed be Olaf, which is why she wasn't in this story. Apparently, Olaf was upset because Esmé wouldn't perform a task because it was out. So…he killed her.

Duncan, Isadora, Quigley, and Sunny were adopted by a VFD couple by the names of Robert and Maureen Walters. They're nice folks.

And that's it. I'm really quite blessed, for there is no more pain, no more misery, and no more unfortunate events. I never did get any of my questions about VFD answered except that it stood for the Violent Final Death. It's alright, though, because I'm quite content without knowing.

By the way, I met Duncan's parents here. I think they like me!