Welcome, welcome, welcome to chapter three of "Shattered!" At the request of my good friend Zavi from 667 Dark Avenue forums, this chapter is longer and has more to it. Zavi also is a major fan of somewhat sick-minded Quiglet and Violaf. (I like Quiglet, but I'm more of an Eslaf person, although I don't mind the creepy touch of Violaf. AS LONG AS IT'S CLEAN! There are other shippers I enjoy, but I won't list them now, because you probably want me to get the chapter started already.) So, this chapter is dedicated to Zavi and all the Quiglet and Violaf shippers on 667 and all around the world. Much luv, y'all.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own ASOUE or Hamburger Helper, Although I do own the Ima Fealon Maximum Security Prison and WOAH 13. (Actually, There is a newsteam where I live called WZZM 13, so this is kind of a parody on that.They say that you know that you're good at what you do if you get parodied, so this is my tribute to them. Kudos, WZZM. Y'all rock.)
"That was actually quite good, Violet. Are you positive that you didn't use Hamburger Helper?"
The sun had just set, and dinner was just ending. Light music was playing on the radio. Of course, everyone knew that cooking was not exactly Violet's strongpoint, and so everyone knew that she had somehow cheated, but Violet wasn't about to tell them how. Sunny was just serving the dessert: A large coconut cream cake, Violet's favorite ever since she was fourteen and was living with her Uncle Monty. The dessert was perfection, but still brought back bittersweet memories for her, because even though it brought Violet back to that happy time, it also reminded her of how it was taken abruptly from her by that hideous Count Olaf. She could still see Olaf's glassy eyes shining in the back of her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she could never remove the memory of them compleatly. It was as if Olaf had scorced her mind with a searing hot iron, leaving an imprint that would stay with her for the rest of her life. She sometimes even had nightmares about him, and they were always watching her. Alway watching...
"Violet?" Quigley asked. He placed a comforting hand on Violet's shoulder, bringing her out of her thoughts. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Violet replied dismissivley, continuing to eat her cake and refusing to think about her troubled past.
A sudden news announcement blared from the radio, interrupting the group.
"And now," an announcer declared, "An improtant news bullitin from the WOAH 13 reporting team."
"WOAH13?" Klaus asked, swallowing a bite of his cake. "Isn't that the news team that your brother works for, Quigley?"
"Yes," Quigley responded. "Duncan's their star reporter. I wonder what could be so important."
Duncan's unmistakeable voice began to relay the news.
"Good evening," he said, "We interrupt this broadcast for an imprtant news announcement. The Ima Fealon Maximum Security Prison has just had one of their more sinister tenants break out."
"But Ima Fealon is supposed to be the most heavily-guarded prison in this state!" Violet said, her voice laiden with worry. "Isn't Ima Fealon where Olaf was sent after he was captured?"
"Right," Klaus said grimly. "I certainly hope that the loose criminal isn't him."
"Two guards near the prisoner's solitary-confinement cell were found brutally strangled to death," Duncan continued. "Not much is known about this highly dangerous criminal, except that he is male, in his middle ages, and was jailed for several accounts of murder, arson, and numerous other crimes besides. Please be aware that he is quite possibly armed and highly dangerous. That is all. We now return you to your rgularly schedualed program."
The foursome where in shock. How could one of the most heavily-guarded prisons be lazy enough to not reguard such a highly dangerous felon?
"I'm awfully glad that you two stopped over," Violet said to her siblings, breaking the long silence. "Are you two going to be okay alone tonight?"
"Are you?" Klaus asked. "Remember, Quigley's supposed to go out of town tonight."
Violet suddenly became quite nervous. She had nearly forgotten about Quigley's business trip.
"I think I'll be able to handle it," she replied. "I'll just lock the doors and set the house's security system.
I've come so far now. I'm close. So very close.I can see her house ahead.
Olaf was tierd. he had already run three mils into town, but now, he was at his destination. He checked the address. 1320 Broken Boulevard. Yes, this was Violet's house. How splendid it was, begging to be destroyed by him. But that was a matter for later. Besides, he didn't have any matches on him at the moment, and if he hurt Violet...
He pushed this thought from his mind and surveyed the scene, checking for security cameras that could just ruin his plan. Nothing so far.
Something metallic caught his eye. Perfect, he thought, A security system. Fortunately for him, he knew how to deal with security systems.
Olaf surveyed the ground, looking for something small and easily throwable. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a small rock. It was not a very smooth rock, nor was it very pretty. It was not even a very outstanding rock, but in Olaf's eyes, it was just perfect for throwing at a security monitor.
The rock hit the monitor with a satisfying clunk!. Olaf smirked, walked over to the small plastic case, and quickly took out a jackknife he had smuggled from one of the guards he had killed. With it, he cut throught four or five of the wires, disabling the security alert. Bing-o was his name-o, Olaf thought, trying the doorknob.
To his surprise and chagrin, the door was locked. Violet must have heard a news announcement about his breakout on the radio. He'd have to pick the lock, which was not exactly his strongpoint. Olaf swore under his breath and retrieved two paperclips that he had found on the floor of the prison cafeteria one day. He bent them into the shapes he needed, then jammed them into the lock.
It took several attempts with this method, but eventually the door opened. Olaf shut the door behind him and locked it as he had found it. Now all he had to do was wait for her to come downstairs, and then he'd have her right where he wanted her.
Violet woke up, having heard some noise downstairs. Could someone really have infiltraited her home with all of the security measures she had taken? Frightened, she tiptoed downstairs.
First, she checked the windows. All locked. Then, she checked the front and back doors. Both were locked. It wasn't until she read the security dsiply near the front door that she knew something was wrong.
The display read "System Down".
Violet became even more terrified. She had set the system just before bed, and now it was telling her that someone had disabled the system from the outside. She broke into a cold sweat as she reread the display over and over.
Before she knew it, she ahd been restrained against someone and felt a cold, metal balde against her neck. She didn't have to say who the person was. She didn't need to.
The Count's eyes glittered maliciously. "Hello, hello, hello, Violet. So we meet again. Time does fly when one is having fun."
CLIFFHANGER! What will become of Violet? What will happen next? Why was this fiction T-rated if there's no sign of T-rated themes yet? All this and more will be answered... in the next chapter of Shattered!
