I know, I know. It's been a while, and y'all miss my story. Here's the next chapter, so stop your griping. The reason I've been so busy is because I was writing up the rough drafts for two NMBC stories which are going to be posted shortly. (One of those two are still in the works, so...) Enjoy chapter five.
Disclaimer: Don't own diddly, don't own squat, but I did make this story, so gimmie some props, will ya?
It has now been three days since the incedent, and Violet has returned from the hospital. Quigley is also back, but Olaf's still lurking about, or at least in Violet's mind he is. Perhaps that's why she had been so restless when Klaus and Sunny later asked about her bruises, cuts, and broken rib. She had become awfully silent, claiming that the accidents were from one of her recent inventions that had exploded, leaving her and her home in such a state.
Klaus didn't believe her.
For one, the symptoms he saw at the house seemed to be those of a struggle. The attacker had even left a blood-stained knife on the floor.
Klaus had refused to let Violet be alone that night, and Quigley, who had been called by the doctors from his workplace, had left to be at his wife's side. Sunny, being a very adventurous person, wanted to come, too, so Klaus reluctantly allowed her to join the group. With this large of a group surrounding her, Klaus thought, the attacker will get scared off and leave her alone. There'll be so many people that he wouldn't dare return.
Or, so he thought.
For as the foursome prepared to watch over Violet that night - and, later, as they ate their dinner - Olaf was already watching, waiting, and preparing for his next attack.
Olaf peered through the dining room window at the dinner sequence occurring inside. How dare they? Violet was his and his alone! Well, he thought, I'll just go to Plan B. I'll take someone close to her. Someone small, unassuming, and relatively harmless. Someone like...
"Sunny? Sunny Baudelaire, where are you? It's time for bed!"
Violet, Klaus, and Quigley had been searching for Sunny for half an hour, and there was still no sign of the rambunctious six-year-old. There were usually favorite areas that she always hid, but she wasn't in any of them.They had even tried splitting up? Sunny was nowhere to be found; where could she possibly be?
The trio got their answer. Within five minutes of rejoining, they heard a blood-curdling scream that could only have belonged to Sunny.
"Sunny!" Violet and Klaus cried in unison. Frantically, all three of the adults ran upstairs and towards the room Sunny was using for her bedroom. Klaus flung open the door, only to have all three adults freeze in sheer terror. They had found Sunny.
She was standing stiff as a board, and looking quite scared. A closer look would reveal why: Olaf was standing calmly behind her, holding Sunny still with one hand and holding a gun to her head with the other.
Yeah, short, I know. The next chapter will be shorter. Also: (Flicks on flashlight, holds up to face) Mwahahahaha! Cliffhanger!
