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Fan Fiction 6

“I’ll get my hands on your fortune if  it's the last thing I do,” the voice hissed.  “And when I have it, I’ll kill you and your siblings with my own two hands.”  Violet gave a little cry of terror, but flicked the switch on.

 

Nothing happened. The fearful darkness remained and flooded the room like a huge wave had just crashed over the vast theatre hall. The Baudelaires froze as if they were ice and listened to the cries of terror from the audience. Solid goose bumps took over their skin with their faces as white as ghosts. Silence. Voices swallowed by fear, heavy breathing suppressed. As footprints echoed in the theatre, Violet seeked an opportunity to think clearly and slowly reached for her hair ribbon but with her hands shaking in fear, it dropped to the floor and was out of sight.

 

“ Did you really think I’m that stupid to let you escape from your own father? You foolish children!” A voice came in the distance. A shiver went down each of the Bauldelair’s spine. They knew who it was. They knew it was their nightmares coming back out of the shadows once again. Sunny gave a little wail of fear. “ I’m your guardian, I’m here to protect you! Aren't I? Aren't I?!  Count Olaf snapped. The children were frozen to the spot as he circled around them. “Ple-Please leave us alone!” Violet shrieked with her throat as dry as a desert. The Bauldelairs took a step back. The odour came closer. An evil snigger was all that could be heard.  Count Olaf tutted. “ I can't just abandon you my dears… just like your parents did! You know that.” He taunted. “Please,” Klaus and Violet both cried quietly. “Please,” came another cry from the two, who closed their eyes tightly, their hands trembling faster than ever. “ Why do you treat your father like this?!” bellowed Count Olaf, smirking evilly. “ You are not our father and never will be!!” shouted Klaus back realising whatever he did wouldn’t please the wicked man. The children heard violent footsteps. But instead of them coming closer they were stomping away….

 

Violet gave one last attempt to save everyone, to save everyone from the darkness. Going full force she pushed and pushed the dreaded light switch. The dark seemed to be stuck to the walls like glue. The dark lingered, a word that here means, stayed. “ Hope” she whispered very quietly to herself. She kept her hand steady. Closed her eyes. As she felt a dash of wind sprint past her. Violet had turned the lights on. They crackled and fidded before fully turning on. He was gone. Count Olaf was gone.  

 

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