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Chapter 8: Love during escape.
"Come on, hurry up!" Olaf roared impatiently.
Fiona looked at me sadly, I knew what she felt, she felt despair, I felt it too.
"Is there a way we can escape?" I asked Violet.
"Yes!" She said.
My heart leapt into my throat.
"How?" I asked.
"Sh," Violet cautioned. "Not so loud!"
"But what the hell can we do?" Fiona whispered loudly.
"If we separate into many directions, we should be able to meet at the Queegueg, let's go!"
"What?" I asked in disbelieve. "What if we don't all get there?"
"Then at least one of us will be able to save Sunny!" Violet said darkly.
"It's too risky!" Fiona hissed.
"We don't have a choice!" Violet said.
She began to run, so we could do nothing but go into weird directions, me holding Sunny, Fiona at my side.
"Y'ok Klaus?" Fiona asked, breathing heavily.
"For the moment, no!" I said.
"I think we lost em'!" Fiona stopped.
"We should continue!" I said, trying to reach for air.
"We have to stop, before were too tired, and can't run anymore, let's just wait a few minutes, and then we can go!" Fiona said.
"O.K.," I said, but I didn't like that idea.
We sat down, and caught our breath.
We slowly regained.
"Fiona?" I asked.
Fiona slowly looked at me.
"Shouldn't we get going?" I said.
She nodded.
"Hey, what's up, you look sad!" I said.
"I-im afraid, that's all!" Fiona said. "My stepfather abandoned me, Sunny's going to die, Violet calls me a bitch, my brother disappeared"
I wrapped my arms around her.
"You're the only one who actually cared about my feelings!" Fiona cried. "You're all I have!"
That phrase hit me like a 45 semi automatic pistol.
Fiona came close, our foreheads were touching.
"Fiona?" She was much too close; she was finally going to kiss me.
Her lips touched mine, I deepened the kiss, her mouth opened, so did mine, we were kissing.
We felt completely numb to everything else.
Her hands were around my neck, mine around her.
"Well, well, two orphans!" Came the voice of Count Olaf.
We wheeled around, and saw him laughing straight at us.
"Party times over, now lets go, briggy time!" He said.
See ya,