Hi, everyone! Happy Easter! And look what the Easter Bunny brought you: The next chapter of "Shattered"! He's sorry that Sugary didn't update sooner; "Hooked On You" had a chapter that was in chatspeak (Not allowed, as you may well know), so it got deleted and her account got locked for the week. (I did, however, leave it off at an exciting place, right?) In any case, please do enjoy the rest of your Easter weekend, and enjoy Chapter Four. (Oh, and "Hooked On You" will be back up soon. I've just omitted the chatroom conversation at the beginning, so now it only has two chapters. I've also revised it a bit. Look for that to be back sometime this week. Also, I've just finished a songfic for the NMBC fanbase, so that also will be up soon.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Violet, Count Olaf, the Violaf ship, or anything from ASOUE, unless the charicter and places are mine, and... okay, this is the most boring disclaimer I've EVER written. You can skip this and go to the story if you want.

"You..." Violet could barely finish her sentance. "You... You're ... the Ima Fealon escapee?"

"Don't act so surprised, my dear," Olaf said with a smirk. "I am, after all a criminal mastermind." He released her suddenly and shoved her onto the couch, then inspected the blade of his jack knife, which shone like his glassy eyes, which somehow was even more frightening than his prescence.

"It's over, Olaf," Violet spat. "It ended five years ago. I'm twenty years old now; I'm not a little girl anymore. And furthermore, you can't get my fortune, because it's rightfully mine. You can't hurt my siblings, because you don't know where they live. And you certainly can't have me, because I'm already married to Quigley. And, as you might recall from your vile marriage plan from five years ago, polygamy is illegal in this city, so you can't do that either. I've had terrible misfortune befall my siblings and I for five years, and now it's your turn to be out of luck!"

Olaf became even angrier, and his eyes gleamed even brighter. "You think something as trivial as that will stop me?" he said, his tone venomous. "I could simply look up your siblings' address in an address book, then go to their house and shoot them. I could find your husband on his little business trip and murder him, then reinstate my marriage plan, and it'd be perfectly legal, because we're both adults. Then I'd have your fortune and you in one fell swoop!"

"NO!" Violet yelled, now quite thoroughly sick of having had endured this evil man's schemes thirteen times, and now having him reenter her life for a fourteenth attempt at getting her fortune. She was so upset that she grabbed one of her favorite desklamps - part of a pair that she had recieved for her eighteenth birthday - and flung it at the man who had made her and her siblings miserable for five years. Olaf was shocked and enraged, but quickly dodged this attack, and while Violet stood there, totally stunned, Olaf retaliated and had Violet pinned to the couch in a matter of seconds.

"I am so sick," he said in a terrifying whisper, "Of your games." Olaf knelt and retrieved the forgotten knife, then slashed violet across the arm with it to make his point. "You're going to give me your fortune and tell me where your siblings are, and you're NOT going to tell a soul about it, or so help me God I will kill you right here, RIGHT NOW."

Deep down, Violet was terrified, but instead of complying, she narrowed her eyes angrily and said "No."

Olaf roared inhumanly and raied the jack knife above his head, but he couldn't bring himself to deliver the killing blow. He loved her, and if she were killed...

It was one of the few times Olaf felt remoarse for his actions.

Instead, he tossed aside the knife and shoved Violet to the floor and kicked her feircely in the chest out of anger.

Violet got up and attempted to push Olaf back, but to no avail. Olaf grabbed her and tripped her, causing her to fall down. Violet felt a shooting pain in her left arm, but it soon was replaced by several sharp blows all over her body. Violet realized that Olaf was kicking her and curled up, hoping that her back would absorb some of the blows.

It had been twelve o'clock midnight when she had awoken. It was one in the morning before Olaf ceased his assault.

"No one is to know about this," Olaf said, giving Violet a final kick to make sure that she understood. "I'll be watching you. Always watching. No one will have you but me!"

Violet was now too tired, scared, and hurt to argue, let alone say anything. She waited a bit, then, whimpering in pain and fear, she slowly stood up and flopped onto the couch, hardly able to move her battered and bruised body. She felt a sharp pain in her chest - probably a broken rib. The door was closed, and Olaf was gone.

Violet's body was covered in bruises and cuts. Her right arm was still bleeding, but the agonizing pain in her left arm was unexplained until she looked down. The blade of the jack knife Olaf had used on her was stuck deep in her arm. Violet winced and pulled it out sharply.

Five minutes later, she heard ambulence sirens.

Five seconds later, she blacked out.

Klaus and Sunny stood vigil at the bedside of an unconcious Violet. She had been admitted around one-thirty. Klaus and Sunny had recieved the call at about two o'clock, and were there at about two-thirty. They had been standing there since then, hoping that she'd wake up soon, and now it was four in the morning. Worried, Klaus turned to the doctor and asked "Will she be alright?"

"She'll be fine. The injuries that she's sustained are relatively simple to treat with a few sutures, altohug we did find a broken rib that will take quite a bit longer. Her stats say that she's doing well, and she's a very young and healthy person, so I'd imagine that she'll be ok. She'll be out for some time, though."

Now it was Sunny's turn to ask a question. "What was she like when you found her?" Klaus gave Sunny a look, but let the doctor answer.

"She was bleeding a lot in several places," the doctor related, "much more than if you had, say, cut your finger. She was bruised quite badly in numerous places as well. It almost looks like she's been kicked or beaten up." The doctor turned to Klaus and said "She was knocked out and going into shock when we found her. Fortunately, we managed to find her blood type in our blood bank. She's really quite lucky that we got to her in time."

"Thank you, doctor."

"It's my job. Now, is Violet your...?"

"Sister."

"Well, I hope that your sister gets better. We'll certainly do the best that we can do."

The doctor left, leaving Klaus and Sunny alone in Violet's room, but waiting for Violet to get better was not enough for him. He wanted to know how she had been hurt. What could have caused the numerous bruises on her back, chest, arms, and legs? Had she been attacked? And, if so, had the escaped convict been her attacker?

Only Violet could tell him that. And he was prepared to wait all night and day for her to tell him. Violet had protected him and his sister ever since the fire, no, even longer than that, and now it was time for him to return the favor.

Okay, bad way to end a chapter, but it works for now. I'll probably revise it later, but for now, enjoy your Easter, and I certainly hope that the Easter Bunny brought the kids reading this lots of Good Ol' Sugar-High Inducing Chocolate! Furthermore, anyone who reviews this chapter will get a digital chocolate bunny and two cream-filled chocolate eggs!