Klara Baudelaire

I gave a silent shudder as I felt a cold chill ran down my spine. I gently wiggled my figure, trying to fight the urge to open my eyes -- I was still very sleepy.

A seeping rush of cold air gave my skin tingles, the hair from my body suddenly rising. I couldn't bare it. It was too cold.

My throat suddenly felt dry and my lips cracked. I was about to ignore the weird sensation I was feeling when a sudden cry of terror rang through my ears.

Eyes fluttering open, my gaze laid upon Vivian who was being dragged by the wrists, screams rising from her mouth.

As her cousin, I had the urge to run and save her. I was about to take a step forward when I realized that my legs and arms were tied to something. And that something was a tree.

"What the actual heck?" I gasped as I tried to break-free from the tied rope. As I did, I received cuts and bruises, partly from the rope, and partly from the bark of the tree. These are the times when I just want to curse at nature.

I gave a little yelp of surprise when Vivian was shoved right next to me and a dirty-blonde haired guy tied her as well.

The whole place was dark and I couldn't make anything out of the guy's face as he looked down and tied Vivian's arms who had terror written all over her face.

But there was only one possible dirty-blonde haired person who was with us.

"Timothy?" I whispered in a rasp, shaky voice.

The guy paused for a moment before finishing Vivian's rope with a final knot. He slowly raised his face until his eyes met mine.

It still had the hint of brown on it, except the fact that his stare was more serious, more steely.

"Klara." He said and I cringed. His outgoing voice was nowhere to be heard, and somehow was replaced by something else in his tone. Sure, he still had the same British accent, but he was someone else now. Someone different.

Hearing my name roll out off his tongue felt like I didn't know him at all, as if he was so foreign, as if it was his first time to say my name.

He then turned his back and lit up a long torch, sticking it to the dirt and letting it stay there.

I had a much clearer view of his face because of the faint glow of the torch, but he didn't give us another glance and walked away.

"Why?" I heard Vivian ask silently as she silently followed Timothy's shadow.

There was an eerie silence that followed, the two of us not daring to move, afraid that any scuffle might just be the cause our death.

"Klara? Vivian?" Two male voices called out.

Me and Vivian exchanged glances before peering into the dark abyss, hoping that the faint glow from the torch might help us see something, anyone.

Squinting my eyes, I can faintly make out the figures of two persons I know -- my brother and my cousin.

From my perspective, I can tell that they're tied onto a tree as well, opposite on the tree me and Vivian were tied.

"Klad, Quill. . ." I called out in a hoarse whisper.

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Laura Baudelaire

The night was cold and dark as I was pushed into the unknown, shuffling my feet onto the path of dirt, not knowing where to go.

My wrists were bound behind my back and I gritted my teeth as the traitor shoved me, making me stumble a little.

I wanted to turn and give him the deadliest glare, but I couldn't.

My body shifted forward and I bit my lip as strands of loose hair hung onto my face. No need to cry, Laura.

Silence engulfed the two of us and I never thought the path to hell would ever end.

We stopped in an unusual spot, a long torch stand stuck on the dirt as the only available light.

My eyes widened in horror when I saw the faces of my siblings and cousins.

I saw the petrified faces of Vivian and Klara who were tied together in one tree, while Klad and Quill on the opposite tree. Curse, this guy.

The betrayer grabbed a firm hold of my wrists before untying me and pushing me onto a tree just next to Vivan and Klara's tree.

Holding both of my wrists, he leaned forward. Both of our faces were inches apart and I couldn't help but wince at the closeness.

"Timothy." I spat out, trying hard to gaze into his eyes with an intimidating look.

"My name's not Timothy, princess. And neither is my last name Squalor -- it's actually my middle name." He smirked. I wanted to shove his smirk away from his face, but instead, I looked away.

He then leaned even closer, his breath tingling the hair on my neck.

"Olaf." He whispered and I didn't dare breathe. His closeness was suffocating the air out of me.

"W-What?" I hardly said above a whisper.

He then let go and started tying me to the tree, his stare not letting off my eyes. When he was finished, he looked at us all expectantly.

"I'm an Olaf." He told to us with a piercing gaze. "My real name is Travis Grae Olaf." Then he smirked and chuckled.

"I never thought catching the five of you would be this easy." He commented and hot tears were forming in the corner of my eyes.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US, YOU DOUCHEBAG!" Quill shouted, trying to break free from the rope as he gave Timothy, I mean -- Travis, a death glare.

"Revenge." He shrugged and started sharping a knife he was holding using a stone.

"What for? We don't even know you!" Klara said exasperatedly, the light in her eyes were losing hope.

"You don't, but I do. Let's just say this has something to do with our parents' past." He said in a serious voice.

He then looked in my way and stepped forward.

He gave a devilish grin as he pushed the loose strands of my hair away from my face. He then gently stroked my cheek, making me shiver under his touch.

He held my chin and made me look into his eyes. There were no more hint of concern in his stare. It was made out of steel now, as if Timothy was all just a bitter lie. And it was. He's a Travis now.

"How could you?" I asked silently, choking back tears. It was ineffective though, for the tears started falling anyway. It was torture, to let him see me cry. It was the first time I cried over someone else except my family.

"H-how. . .?" I asked rather harshly now. Tears came pouring out rapidly and my chest was rising unsteadily. More tears rolled down my cheeks when he slowly pressed his lips into mine, giving me a gentle kiss.

My breaths were uneven as he pulled his lips away from mine. I could feel my heart ripping slowly, like a wound deepening, scratching further under your skin. I was bleeding in the inside.

Hell, that was my first kiss.

My temples were throbbing like mallets striking on linder, the pain was unbearable and tears were flooding my eyesight, making Travis look like a blur figure.

"Oh, princess. . ." He said mockingly and I could feel the pain, sinking heavily on my chest like a submarine slinking back to the dark waters.

"Did you really think that I care for you?" He asked in an innocent voice and I gave a frustrated cry, struggling to break free from the ropes that bounded me.

"T-that was my. . . f-first kiss-s. . ." I said in-between tears.

I wanted to rip the ropes into pieces and slap his face so hard, punch his chest until it aches for him, until he knows what I feel, until the pain will just silently go away.

"Aww." He pouted, his sarcasm more painful than annoying. "Is your little, fragile heart broken into pieces?"

I ignored him and just let my tears fall. I cried and sobbed and shook with tears, until he was finally gone, leaving us alone in the dark to rot.

After long hours of crying, I stared into the dark. The faces of my siblings and cousins were petrified, scared, and betrayed.

"How could he be a traitor?" Vivian silently wept. Klara was trying to fought tears as she looked up at the dark streaks on the sky, probably looking for a star, probably wanting to make a wish, a wish that could finally end all of this.

I glanced at Klad and Quill who had their jaws clenched, shivering once in a while. Was it because of tears? Or the cold demeanor the five of us were feeling?

I couldn't cry now. There were no more tears left to cry, but I could still feel the pain, slowly breaking me in the inside.

My first kiss, my first heartbreak. All from one guy. Why did he kiss me when he broke my heart? And. . . why do I still love him, despite all the pain?

For the first time in my life, there was nothing my master in weaponry can do, and I wanted nothing else in this world right now but to cry.

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