NOTE: Hope you like this one! I hope you understand that this is definitely a Klaus/Isadora fic, but Violet's pair would be revealed soon...maybe.

Chapter 3: Arguments and Confrontations

Quigley…

We all turned swiftly around and showed identical grimaces. It was non-other than Marcus Flinch and his 2 other cronies. Marcus had thick curly hair and a lot of pimples on his oily face. He was not very tall, yet he was extremely thin. His other gang mates were Roberta Cornwall and Cedric Hickory. They were at least a year older than us. They were the orphanage troublemakers. No one ever wanted to mess with them, yet they seem to have had a liking to us (sarcastic), picking on us more likely.

"What are you Quagmires doing out here, during such an important concert?" he said giving us a smirk.

"It's none of your business," I snarled. "Anyways, what are you doing out here?"

"Oh, didn't you know?" Marcus said in fake shock. "I was sent out for making noise…as usual. Do you think we'll stay inside and listen to those clowns making loud rants? I don't think so."

"Well leave us alone and get through with your own business," Duncan retorted. Oh, how we hate them. We started walking away from them.

"Well, Quagmires, we were just going to let you know that we thought we saw your parents in town yesterday. In fact, they looked exactly like you. But of course, you don't remember them do you, weird freaks?"

We stopped in our tracks. I could feel my blood boiling.

"Do you even have parents, Quagmires? I know I remember mine, but I don't care. If you do have parents, I know they would like you, ugly, fat, thick-headed, cakesni-"

Marcus wasn't able to finish his sentence because like lightning, Isadora jumped in front of his face and pushed him. Duncan and I were in deep shock. Marcus gave a cry and tried to stop her from pushing him with his hands. He used them to block Isadora's, so they were like pushing each other palm to palm. His other gang mates did not know what to do but stare at them with their mouths open. Isadora's face was twisted in a furious expression. Suddenly, I saw an evil glint in Marcus's eyes. He gripped Isy's hands and leaned forward.

"You like me, Isadora? Or do you like water more?" he asked leaning closer. Isadora backed away in surprise but Marcus's hands kept her still. He slowly started pushing her towards the fountain while his face got nearer and nearer to her. He was barely an inch near to her face when Duncan pushed him away as hard as he can while I grabbed Isadora from the back and pulled her away. Fortunately, the blow Duncan gave him forced him to let go of Isy's hands. Marcus fell on his rear while Roberta and Cedric tried to pull him up.

"You'll pay for that, Quagmire!" Before he could do anything, a supervisor peeked out of the auditorium.

"What's going on 'ere?" the supervisor asked.

"Nothing," Marcus muttered. "Let's get going, guys." They all stood up and ran away. The supervisor went back in the auditorium without another word.

"You ok?" Duncan asked Isadora.

She just nodded, glaring at the direction where Marcus and his friends went.

I suddenly felt angry at her. What did she think she was doing?

"What do you think you were doing? He could have done something to you."

Isadora stared at me in surprised and retorted, "He was insulting our parents. Don't you tell me you were okay about it! You just stood there like an idiot you know."

I opened and closed my mouth at her like a goldfish, unable to say out the words properly.

"At least I didn't try to do something stupid like jumping up against someone I knew who was stronger than me."

"Oh, you have the nerve to say that to me. He could have gone even further with that dirty mouth of his if I didn't stop him!"

I was about to say something when Duncan signaled me to stop. Then, I realized that I was being stupid, we were being stupid.

"Stop fighting! You know, this wouldn't do any good at all. Let's just forget about what happened and go."

I gave one more exasperated look at Isadora before going. Without warning, Isadora fell. Duncan and I caught her before she hit the floor. She was terrible white, like snow. She was breathing harshly. She looked very sick.

"Let's take her to the hospital floor, now," I told Duncan. All the arguments and confrontations disappeared into the air that we left behind as we hurried her as fast as we can to the hospital floor.

Isadora was to stay on the hospital floor for the whole day. Though, she demanded to sleep in her own bedroom because she didn't like to stay in a "stuffy, medicine-scented room with uniform-white beds."

I was nearly asleep when a sudden image of a girl flashed into my head. It was the same girl I kept on seeing in my dreams, together with the infant baby and a boy with glasses. I was beginning to think that they were all related. The sudden vision woke me up completely, preventing me to sleep for the rest of the night. I tried and tried to sleep, but after what felt like an hour, I decided to give up. I stood up and thought that maybe glass of water could make me a bit sleepier. I slipped off my bed and left the bedroom (which was full of maps and cartography instruments). When I reached the refrigerator, I saw sitting on the biggest window sill of the floor, my dear troubled sister. I gulped down the glass of water and went towards her.

"Hey," I said moving behind her. She gave a small jump and turned to look at me.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" she asked me.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," I said sitting to a chair next to the window.

She just shrugged and continued to stare out the window. She had this habit of staying in open air areas to clear her mind and to think. Not that it was not good, but it seemed to keep her quiet at all every time she does it.

"Is it because of today?" I asked.

She shook her head, "No, not really."

"I'm sorry I shouted at you this morning."

"It's okay. It was not your fault. I shouldn't have done that anyways."

"Do you still feel sick?"

She shook her head again.

"Is it those visions and dreams again?"

She gave a loud sigh. Then she asked without looking at me, "Do you know what I saw before I passed out this morning?"

This time, I shook my head. Isadora looked at me in the eye.

"I saw things, people I've only seen when we people like Marcus Flinch are around. There was this evil looking man (who seemed to have a cold aura) with one eyebrow and a tattooed ankle. Then there was this girl, with golden curls and a mean, cold look. There was also these other group of people who don't seem to be normal at all. A hook handed man, contortionist, hunch back. They didn't frighten me, but I know they played a part of our lives, but the terrible parts. The finally there is a.-"

Isadora stopped and gulped.

"Go on," I said. I was extremely curious about what she was seeing. These descriptions sound so near and so familiar.

"There was a fire. That was the most terrible of all." She buried her head in her hands and ran them through her dark hair.

My blood turned cold as ice. A fire, this sounded so familiar. Spine chilling scream rang in my head. It was followed by loud knocks. I shook those horrible sounds off my head. Every time I was reminded of a fire, they suddenly appear in my head. After a long pause (which seemed to had taken forever), I asked Isadora in a hoarse voice,

"Is it the same thing that you saw tonight? Is it this vision the reason you can't sleep?"

"No, my dream a few hours ago was different. It was more peaceful yet…" she stopped, "bothering."

I didn't need to ask what it was.

"It was in a white room, very beautiful. I was in a white dress. There was this boy who was telling me to wake up and remember. He was begging me. Yet, I couldn't wake up; I couldn't remember him or anything else in my life." For a while, Isadora kept her eyes close.

"Do you think that our lives had been erased from this world, Quigley?" she asked me her eyes demanding for answers.

I smiled at her sadly, "If our lives were erased from this planet, we would have been killed. Our lives aren't erased, Isy, because we're still here. It means they just have been misplaced, somehow. We'll find them…someday."

Wow, that was surprising. Could I actually say something like that? I guess I did say something like that. Isadora returned my smile.

I didn't know if I just said that to lighten up my sister's heart or if I really feel that our miserable, empty existence would actually end up that way. Anyways, I gave a yawn and decided that I could finally sleep. I said goodnight to Isadora and retired to bed.

But just before I entered my room, I heard her whisper,

"I hope your right, Quigley. Then maybe I'll find out who he is."

NOTE: I finished another chapter! YAY! Thank you everyone for all those cool reviews. I love them all. I guess most of you want Violet and Quigley. Well, just wait and see.