Klaus Baudelaire

I yawned and removed my glasses before rubbing my eyes with my hand. Isadora was leaning on my shoulder and the rest were sleeping as well, I was the only one who just woke up from a short nap.

Snicket had given us the task to find Timothy Squalor (Olaf) to question him about certain topics compelled, especially about the treacherous Olaf. And once he gave out any slip or clue, we would capture him right away before any other further questionings.

Just a few hours ago, me, Duncan and Quill entered a public library to do some research about the profiles on the internet, for it may be possible that the Timothy was a fraud.

As we search for more valuable information, the girls, Violet and Isadora, went to different services and organization, even going to some headquarters on questionings for any possible lead on Olaf. And somehow, there was no one matching the evil and gruesome looks of Count Olaf, with his unibrow and shiny eyes, not forgetting the V.F.D. insignia or the eye tattooed on his left ankle. Well, we assumed that his son had adapted his and Esme's evil doings.

They have went further across the city, mostly on foot, spying on different people walking across the streets and passerbys. As their legs ached, and as our eyes grew tired, we all have decided to finish the day with no success by 4:45 p.m.

I sat there, feeling guilty for everyone as they all slept while I was awake, thoughts running inside my head. How can we forget our own children who were now probably worrying about us? I shook my head. Sunny and Beatrice were there to protect them from the fire-fighting side of V.F.D. anyways.

I clicked on the mouse in front of me and saw on the desktop that it was almost 5:15 p.m. I then decided to go home and check the kids to at least inform them about our whereabouts. I hope they wouldn't mind.

I slowly removed Isadora's head from my shoulder and let it rest on the desk instead. Standing up, I grabbed Duncan's commonplace book and ripped of a page before getting a pen and scribbling a note there saying that I had gone to check the kids I left it besides Isadora and then was about to set off and go when Duncan's sleepy head banged on the keyboard.

I gave a chuckle and shook my head when I got a glimpse of something on the screen. Duncan had pressed some shortcut keys on the board and it had entered on the screen. A profile appeared. It was a British good-looking boy with the name Travis Grae Olaf.

Apparently, Duncan was using Facebook and probably entered that profile accidentally on the search button. I suddenly got curious and interested considering that his last name was Olaf. I then decided to scroll down to see more of his posts to know whether this was who were looking for or just another crazy boy fan of the best-selling movie entitled "Frozen", or just a weird pen name of some bored kid.

I was surprised when I saw that he posted a status just 13 minutes ago.

Travis Grae Olaf
13 minutes ago
I'm almost there. . .

"What?" I asked a little loudly and Duncan probably heard it and suddenly woke up.

Ignoring him, I scrolled down a little further and he looked at me with a sleepy questioning look.

Travis Grae Olaf
20 minutes ago
Time is ticking. . . Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. . .

Travis Grae Olaf
25 minutes ago
5, 6, I'll hit you with a stick. . . 7, 8, I'll make you pay. . . 9, 10, misfortune will come again. . .

Travis Grae Olaf
28 minutes ago
1 2, Olaf's here. . . 3 4, get ready to lock the door. . .

Travis Grae Olaf
30 minutes ago
Let's all play a game! I count while you run and hide before I catch and kill you.

The last status gave me goosebumps and I started dialing the phone next to me with tremblings fingers while Duncan stared at the screen with horror.

"S-Sunny! I think we need you're help now-w, I think someone wants to kill -- " I stuttered as soon as I heard Sunny answer the phone, but then stopped when a voice suddenly interrupted from behind us.

"Who's going to get killed?"

My hands were shaking as I held the phone in my ear and looked at horror at the screen. There was a new status.

Travis Grae Olaf
1 minute ago
Behind you.

Duncan started yelling the others' names to wake up while I whirled around to fight the guy when he hit me with the back of a harpoon gun and everything went black.

~*~

Sunny Baudelaire

My hands were trembling and the phone accidentally slipped from my hand when I heard chaos on the other side of the line. I hurried back to the kitchen to call Beatrice.

"Excuse me children." I anxiously said and nodded at her. She wiped her hands from the towel she was holding and removed the apron she was wearing.

"What's up Sun?" She asked curiously.

I was fidgeting with my hands and told her, "They're in danger." Her eyes shot up and immediately, she understood.

We both ran towards the bookshelf and opened the hatch under it. I went down first the secret passageway then Beatrice went down as well.

As Beatrice jumped down the cold passageway, her gold spyglass dropped from her pocket and fell. She was about to pick it up but I stopped her.

"Leave it. It'll give the children a clue." I told her as we both looked at the spyglass.

"Why won't we just leave them a note?" Beatrice asked nervously.

"We have no more time."

"You think it's time for them to know?" Beatrice asked and glanced at the dark eerie passageway.

"Yes, they're the only ones left if we're all captured. I believe in them." I told her and ran into the dark. I felt Beatrice follow me and everything was fine not until Beatrice yelled a cry of pain and a gruff hand covered my mouth and nose until I can no longer breath and I fainted.

~*~

I woke up to find myself inside a rich mansion, tied up in a chair. My instincts suddenly flared when I saw Beatrice and the others tied up in chairs as well. Some were still a bit unconscious while the others were already stirring up.

"Isadora. . .?" Klaus mumbled and Isadora's eyes were filling up with tears, but she was trying her best to fight it.

"Soo. . ." We all looked up and saw a Britsh-looking young boy leaning on the wall with his arms folded, giving us a devilish smirk.

"Are you Olaf's son? You look nothing like him." I asked astoundedly. He looks more decent -- and more handsome than what I thought Olaf would be when he was younger.

"I am, Olaf and Esmé's son. I got more of my genes on my mother rather than my father though. My mother has a lot of foreign blood in her and my father was just as handsome when he was a child." He said and walked towards us girls.

He looked at me and kneeled so that we were both at the same level. Smiling, he placed his hand on my cheek. I shivered and gave him a disgusted look.

"You're as beautiful as your nieces, Sunny." He said with a smirk. It was weird when my name rolled out of his tongue.

"Don't touch my sister!" Klaus shouted and started wriggling out of his chair.

"And don't you dare touch our daughters." Quigley said sternly, eyeing Travis or Timothy or whatever.

"Oh but I'll make them fall. I'll make them, or one of them, fall for me and when they do, I won't catch her. I'll let her crash into a million pieces and betray her. I'll betray all of them and kill their beloved parents." He said and smiled wickedly.

"Soon, they'll know the feeling of having no parents." His fists were clenching and he was looking at us as if he could kill us on the spot.

"I'll break them. Just like the way you broke me." He then said and stormed off the room.

I saw Violet sitting stiff, her lips tight on a grim line. Tears rolled down her cheek but she had on a fierce and determined look. She was angry.

"We have to get out of here -- we have to save the kids. We. . . have to s-save them-m. . ." Violet was stuttering and her vulnerable side was showing.

I saw Quigley bit his lip. He was too far away to comfort her and he couldn't just hug her with his hands tied up.

"I love you." Quigley said sadly.

"I know you do." Violet said and sighed as she looked down, her hair covering her face, unable to make her think well.

Quigley shook his head and repeated, "I love you. I love you so much, as much as I love Quill and Viv. I love you Vi." Quigley said, his tears making him choke.

My tears rolled down my cheeks when I realized why.

"Quigley, we're not going to die. None of us are going to die." Violet whispered. "But just so you know, I love you too."

I bit my lip. I still want to live.

~*~

Klad Baudelaire

I went down the hatch and grabbed the spyglass lying there. The place was pitch black and shadows were dancing across the walls.

"You see anything there Klad?" Klara shouted down below and I rolled my eyes.

"Isn't it obvious that I don't? Go grab me a flashlight and maybe I might!" I said and just that moment, a flashlight hit my head.

"Well ow! Thanks a lot!" I said sarcastically. Now, where could our parents have gone?

"Well what are you waiting for? Get down here!" I called them and soon they all jumped down.

"Yeesh, creepy." Vivian said and hugged herself.

"This looks like a great adventure." Laura exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she readied low-down her two daggers that she insisted in bringing, in case we were dealing with kidnappers. Sheesh.

"Five children on the run,
inside a passageway with no sun." Klara recited.

"I can tell that this passageway is old considering its structure. You guys think that are parents are here. . . somewhere?" I asked them and shone the flashlight on the pitch dark.

The only reply I recieved was when I heard Vivian scream.

I shone it on the direction I heard and saw that Vivian was on the ground, lying beside some resources.

"I tripped on the box, don't blame me." She whined and Quill helped her up.

"What's inside the box?" Quill asked curiously and snatched the flashlight from my hands. It was a wooden box and out spilled were items such as clothes, sticks, oil and matches.

"Hmm. I can make us something useful out of this." Quill said and took out one of the clothes and ripped it off.

"What the hell Quill?" Laura said in surprise. Tsk, there's no idea what Quill can do with almost anything that looks useless.

Quill ignored her and wrapped it tightly on the top part of one of the wooden sticks. He then splattered it with oil and snitched up some matches. Soon, we had fire torches.

"Here, everyone grabbed a torch." Quill said and passed his self-made torches.

"Okay," he said standing up. "Let's go find our parents -- and aunts and uncle."

As we were about to walk through the dark, a figure emerged from it. It was a boy.

He had dirty blonde hair and he was heaving deep, heavy breaths. He looked British. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his body collapsed on the ground.

"Oh my gosh," Vivian exclaimed and we ran to the guy and helped him. We then carried him up the hatch to place him in the sofa.

Laura ran and got a glass of water for the guy. The boy, who looked almost like our age, coughed and drank the water. He then mumbled something before falling asleep.

"Baudelaires. . . Quagmires. . ."

~*~

Hello lovely readers! Yay, I already updated hahaha. I'm very excited for the upcoming chaps and clearly, I'm into shipping characters so Olaf's son will have matches with the girls lol. Also, his real name is really Travis Grae Olaf and he just uses the name Timothy Squalor (Olaf) when he's on cover. Anyways, see ya'll on the next chap!

P.S: I unpublished this chap and published it again because I wanted to add the song "Secrets" here in the media. I chose and considered it as an ASOUE song with its message and melody. I want you to listen to it the whole time you're reading the chap to make it more uhm emotional? Hahaha. Anyways it's sung by one of my favorite bands, One Republic.