Unfortunate

by Slimy_Vidiot

Summary:

Years after the Baudelaire mansion burns down, The Quagmire triplets discover that their father has been murdered, with the help of Violet and Klaus Baudelaire they try and solve their fathers murder and all the others that have polluted the town of Boston, Massachusetts.

Chapter 1: Chapter 1.

Notes:

Warning:
Arson & Murder

25th of March. 1985.

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It was a quiet night. A rather cloudy night, the white fluffy clouds some say are as soft as pillows are barely visible at this time of night.

Though, white fluffy clouds would be wrong as seeing as they weren’t that visible, it’s hard to say what colour they were.

Some say they were white. Some say they were grey. Some even say they were black.

Ready to drop every single rain drop down onto the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Like hail. Almost.

The Baudelaire Mansion lived amongst a small town, one of the tallest and biggest buildings in the area. The owners of the mansion. Beatrice and Bertrand Baudelaire, were currently sleeping in their queen sized bed as most people do at 1am in the morning.

The mansion contained a lot of rooms. Such as: “Kitchens”, “Dining Rooms”, “A Library”, “Offices”, “Living Rooms”, “Inventing Stations”, “A Lab”, “Study’s”, and many many other rooms, such as “Playrooms,” and of course “Bedrooms.”

Bedrooms are considered a safe space in one’s home. Lying your head down on a soft fluffy pillow like it was a cloud, having the warmth of the bed cover over your body to keep the cold out, and of course the feeling of comfort and safety just being in your bedroom.

I’m sorry to tell you this, but as comfort and safety had completely engulfed Violet Baudelaire, the first child, at current age: “5”, that comfort and safety would be broken as she is started awake by two loud bangs coming from down the hall.

Violets brown eyes opened slightly with the first bang, before the second bang went off and widened her eyes in surprise, jolting up. “Mom?” She called out. Wondering if she was ok, considering the loud bangs came straight from her mother’s and father’s bedroom.

“Dad?” She called out to her father in hopes of him answering. She twisted her rooms door handle and exited her bedroom, her breath cold and body freezing, the house truly felt like a freezer so early in the morning. She passed her younger brother’s bedroom, who seemed to be still sleeping. She creaked open his door a bit to make sure he was ok, she smiled when she saw him lying there possibly dreaming of reading a book or going on adventures like in fairytales and movies. She closed his door and started to tiptoe closer to her parent’s bedroom, thinking it would be safe. Knowing it was safe. It was her parent’s bedroom, why wouldn’t it be safe?

She saw a light from under the door and tugged her lips into a small smile. She creaked the door open and said almost too quietly.

“Mom, Dad I heard a loud bangs are you ok-“ Her sentence died at the image she saw.

Her parents laying there in bed, not moving, barely even breathing, her mothers hand dropping off the side of the bed barely even moving, her fathers leg hanging off at the edge barely even kicking.

Her eyes opened with shock when she saw the red.

Red. As the soup they had for dinner. Red. As the flowers growing in their backyard. Red. As her pyjamas. Red. As her hair ribbon. Red. Her favourite colour.

It flowing like a waterfall into the stream below. As the floor started getting covered in the red. Violets eyes got wider as she noticed the two responsible for this. One girl. One boy. Both grown adults. Both doing little at hiding their identities. The woman having a ponytail. The man had slight spiky hair. Both of them holding objects in their hands, sure they were guns, but they didn’t look like ones in cartoons, they didn’t even look like ones seen in the movies Violets watched.

No no no. They looked real. And recently used. Violet looked at them. They looked at her. Both in complete fear and shock. For complete different reasons as to why they feel these emotion’s.

Violet watched as the man pulled out a little silver box. Violet watched as it went up into a little flame. Violet watched as it was hanging over her parent’s corpses. Violet watched as the woman spoke to her in a quiet voice.

“Sorry, Violet.”

Violets eyes went wider at the mention of her name coming out the woman she hardly knew mouth. Violet watched as the lighter was dropped and her eyes went wider than before as her parents were swallowed whole in flames containing reds, oranges, yellows. Colours Violet once saw as pretty now turned into an aura of dark and deception.

Violet ran out the room. Grabbing her slightly awake brother and not looking back.

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The two kids sat on the bench as the officers spoke to them. Klaus was in tears. He was confused. Scared. He was only 3 years old. Still unsure of the world around him, thinking it was beautiful and full of life. His home engulfed in the flames of revenge shattered his whole world. Letting every single tear flow down his cheek like an open wound, crying his heart out into Violets shoulder.

Violet on the other hand sat quietly. The police asking her questions she silenced out. Keeping her sight on the fire that destroyed her home. Her life.

Flashes of her parents corpses laying there in bed plagued her mind. The figures corrupted her mind. Her brother’s cry’s being the only thing she could hear, aside from the extremely loud siren.

All Violet could think about was revenge. As her eyes lit up like the flames she sees before her, and her expression turned from one of no emotion to extreme rage. She wanted nothing more than to make those horrible people pay for what they did.

Not only for her sake. But also for Klaus’s sake.

Red. Is all she could see. Red. The colour of revenge. Red. The colour of fire. Red. The colour of blood.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2.

Notes:

Warnings:
Graphic descriptions of Murder & Body Horror (?)

July 31st 1995

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The rocks on the ground shook as the rubber tires drove along the smooth concrete road at the dead of night, with the only light being the headlights at the front of the surprisedly rusty business caravan.

The leaves of the trees falling off and flying through the air, some going over, some going under, some got stuck in between the windscreen wipers. As rain started to fall, the windscreen wipers started up which caused the leaves in between to smear across the screen and get chopped up into little chunks. “Stupid fucking things.” The man sneered as he winced his eyes to look out at the road in front of him.

Kevin. His name was. Was ambidextrous. A phrase which here means, someone who is both right and left handed. Kevin was bullied for this a lot when he was young lad, it got so bad to the point where Kevin started believing he was the only one in the whole world who was ambidextrous. Kevin to this day is ashamed of this talent, and it doesn’t help that his own boss is a permanent reminder of those bullies in school.

Madame Lulu ran a company that started out small but got so big one day that in less than a week the main office building was built. Lulu was a fortune teller. A fortune teller is someone who tells your fortune, and no it’s not the money type. She can see your future through a crystal ball, she can read your palm practically your regular old stereotypical fortune teller. Not only was she incredibly wealthy. But she was also incredibly mean. Not only to Kevin. But to your other self doubting employees, “Colette” and “Hugo.”

Colette was a contortionist. A contortionist is someone who can bend their body into interesting positions without snapping every single bone that laid beneath the surface of their skin. Like Kevin, she was also bullied for this. Horrendously bullied for it. More than Kevin ever was. But her bulling was nothing compared to Hugo’s.

Hugo was a hunchback. A hunchback is someone who has an incredibly large bump on their back, this causes things like coats and jackets and plain old T-shirts to barely even fit over the said body and even if it did fit, it would stretch, and it would stretch badly, causing holes to be made. Hugo was the only nice one of the team. Sure you may be fooled by their pasts and feel sorry for them, but I recommend you do not. As these people are apart of one of the most greed filled companies in Boston. And the worst part is, is that they revel in it. If it wasn’t for Hugo and his kind personality the company would be in shambles.

And it’s the cause of their attitudes that cause the unfortunate event that transpired that night. As the three beings in the back laughed and took pleasure in the money and alcohol, they didn’t even notice when the car frizzed out until they hit the tree.

Kevin was driving along, both hands on the steering wheel trying his best to see through the chucks of torn up leaves that were plastered all over the widescreen. He almost didn’t notice the pedestrian crossing the road. As he took a swig of his own glass filled with the nasty stuff that stun his tongue, he looked up, his eyes got wide when he noticed the being.

Using both his hands, he dropped his cup and swirled the wheel so far to the left to went off the road and into the woods, only to crash into a giant tree log which smashed the front of the car and shattered the glass. The three beings in the back jumped up and were thrown off their feet and into the boxes full of either money, bottles of alcohol and phoney decorations for their so called fortune telling business.

Lulu was the first to get up, she climbed out the back and walked through the muddy grass. “Errh!” She exclaimed in disgust as her dress got muddier and muddier she finally reached the front. “Kevin!” She called out. “You worthless shack of shit! What was that all about? Huh? I thought those stupid freakish hands of yours could do possibly anything only 10x more freakier!” She purposely said with a demeanour so cruel that it physically woke the other two up.

Lulu waited for an answer. But that answer never came. “Kevin, I swear to god-!” She stopped dead in her tracks, she stopped dead in her sentence.

She tried putting her hand on the window, but it fell straight through, her hand touching Kevin supposedly unconscious body. ‘Maybe he got knocked unconscious.’ She thought to herself. She told herself that. When she brought her hand up, her eyes went wide with red.

Red. All over her hand.

She backed away and gasped at the wet sticky colour on her hand. Breathing heavily. “Kevin!” She called out.

Hugo and Colette came rushing out. When they saw with their own eyes would one describe as horrific it wasn’t nearly as horrific as they would’ve told it, but they never could. Kevin’s eyes were wide and bloodshot. His chest covered in red, it staining his clothes and flowed down his chest and started drowning the car sheet he was sitting on.

That wasn’t the worse part. Oh, no.

The three looked at him closer. Tears sprung from Hugo’s eyes. Colette cried and cried her heart out. And Lulu stared in disbelief. Kevin’s hand was gone. And was replaced by red. Flowing red.

Colette shrieked and ran. Ran as fast as she could. Kevin was dead. Not only that, he was killed. But… killed by who?

As Colette ran on and on, her heart pumping with grief and shock. Lulu barely right behind her while Hugo stared at the horrific scene before him. Hugo stared. And stared. And stared.

Snap. Came a sound from far into the trees of the woods. Hugo looked around frantically, his eyes as wide as they could be, his whole body turning in one direction as his head went the opposite direction.

It suddenly got very quiet. Even when Hugo was backing up he didn’t hear his own footsteps. His breathing started going quicker, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. He winced as his back hit a tree, yelping in pain at the connection of his hunch to the tree. He lost his balance and clutched onto his hunch and winced his teeth, he hit it pretty hard, and his hunch was super sensitive.

Snap. Came from a twig, that sounded way closer than Hugo’s comfort wanted. He picked himself up and held onto his hunch as he started Malin his way out of the woods. Still staring at Kevin’s lifeless body, unaware of the fate he would unfortunately come to within the next few paragraphs.

Hugo found his way as Lulu gestured over to him to run over. Hugo began to hunch over to them before feeling the sharp pain of metallic steel hit through his hunch and slice it open. Colette screamed at the sight. Lulu gasped and clutched her hands over her mouth.

Hugo screamed and screamed in pain. Red pouring out his mouth. Red pouring out from his hunch. Red slipping off the sharp weapon that was used to stab and slice open his hunch.

As the mysterious pedestrian from earlier sliced through Hugo’s hunch again and again, stabbing in a new spot every time, somehow with every hit getting deeper and deeper. Hugo getting deeper and deeper in tears and cry’s for help and pain.

Lulu had already ran off, being too scared about her own life to save her coworkers. Colette stared in only disbelief and tears. Doing nothing to save her friend’s life.

Hugo’s life was taken away from him in one final slash of the knife. Hugo’s last words being, “Kevin, Colette.” Calling out for help for his two only friends.

One already dead and other to afraid to step even a step close to her friend’s murderer. Her friend’s murderer looked up at her, she could barely see their face.

They seemed to be wearing a mask, and she couldn’t tell if it were a man or a woman. Suddenly they came running at her, holding the knife up and chasing her with it.

Colette ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Tears still continuing to pour down her face as it flowed like Hugo’s now hunchless back and Kevin’s handless arm. She searched for Lulu but she was nowhere in sight. She cursed her out for leaving her and her friends behind to die, for being so pathetic and only saving herself.

Unfortunately tripping over her own feet and getting stuck under her murderers foot. The knife shining with red, with blood of her friends. Tears ran down her face as she clutched her face and shut her eyes as she felt the cold wet steel go through back.

Madame Lulu was hiding out in a nearby circus that was certainly closed for the night. No child or adults in sight. Either it was closed or it was just abandoned. Lulu didn’t focus on it that much as she hid in one of the tents and ducked under the nearest desk. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop her breathing, afraid of it being the reason she’s going to get found.

She sat there for a good long while. Thinking she lost the psycho maniac and could leave. She started frantically looking around, nodding her head when she realised that the crazy fuck was no where in sight.

She could go home. She spent the next few hours walking home in tears, unsurprisingly no one saw her or offered to help her. It was too dark for anyone to see she was a crying mess, and everyone in this town was too self absorbed to worry about someone like her. When she finally made it back to the little home she lived in with her sister, noticing that her sister wasn’t home went straight to bed. Another few hours went by before a loud clang came from downstairs which jolted Lulu out of bed.

“Olivia?” She called out to her sister. “Are you home?” She called again. “Olivia?” She called again.

No answer. Her eyes went wide. It wasn’t Olivia… She’s jumping to conclusions.

It probably was her and just paranoid after what happened today. But despite that thought she still called the police.

“Hello?” A man on the other end picked up. ““Hi! I think there’s someone in my house!” She quietly said as she hid in the bathroom. She started to cry.

“What’s your location miss?” The voice said. “Ah.” She cleared her throat. “Ah, Caligari?” She said, tears flowing, her voice hiccuping. “Caligari?” The man said. “Mhmm. Caligari Street, Hinterlands. Massachusetts.”

“Alright, number?” He asked. “Uhhh… 10.” Lulu pondered for a sec. “10th house of Caligari Street, of the Hinterlands in Boston, Massachusetts.” Lulu heard the man repeat her location to another officer.

“We’re sending officers to your location now.” Lulu in tears.

“Thank you-“

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as the sharp metallic object sliced her throat. She gagged as the red ran down her hands and pyjamas. Dropping the phone.

“Miss?” The voice asked in concern. “Miss?! Are you still there?!” The Officer began to worry. “Miss-!”

The mysterious figure stepped on the phone and attempted to crush it into millions of pieces. Lulu finally noticed that her killer was short and surprisedly not that strong. A thought. A realising came into her mind.

“A kid…” She whispered as her last breaths came to an end as the figure put her out of her misery and stabbed her in the back.

Red. Staining the knife. Red. Straining the title floor of the pure white bathroom. Red. As the pyjamas Lulu was wearing. Red.

As the fire that plagued the mysterious mind. The revenge. The blood.

“Olivia.” Being Lulus last words before passing that unfortunate night. An awful ending to an already awful person. Some people get what they deserve in life. Some people don’t.

Lulu. She got what she deserved. That’s at least what her murderer thought at least.

Notes:

Seriously. I’m so serious about this fic. It’s plagued my mind for months now. I actually know what I’m doing with this one :)

Chapter 3: Chapter 3.

August 1st 1995

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Sunlight beamed through the boys bedroom window, it shining stupidly bright into his tired eyes. The boy groaned. He sat up after trying to throw the pillow at the window which bounced right off onto the floor below. The boy sat up, still tired, he rubbed his eyes and stared angrily at his arch nemesis: The Window.

“Why did I get rid of your curtains again?” He asked his window like it would answer him. “Cause, Duncan. You’re always an hour late for school, and mother said “If you don’t start waking up on time, I’m gonna have to take your curtains away!” Isadora came barging in. “Get out of my room! You, parasite!” Duncan threw the pillow at his triplet.

Duncan was one of three. The Quagmire Triplets were kind and resourceful, always having your back and always there when you feel low in the dumps and need a shoulder to cry on. Duncan. Was a journalist. One day he hoped to be writing newspaper articles, and hopefully getting that terrible news reporter Eleanora Poe fired. Isadora. Was a Poet. She mainly wrote couplets, seeing as she still had a bit of trouble figuring out how to write long poems, so she stuck to couplets. Quigley, Was a Cartographer. He was interested in maps and exploring. Sometimes when he’s watching a show he would pause it for a couple minutes just sitting there trying to figure out where the scenery takes place at. He’s a pain to watch tv with.

Duncan struggled to get dressed that morning, seeing as he barely has the time to put his washed clothes away in his draws and just casually throws them on the ground to deal with later. When he says he’s busy, he’s either sleeping or journaling. It’s mostly sleeping though. He wondered his way down to the kitchen, he then noticed the presents. He stared for a second, before realising that in a couple of days it would be one of their friend’s birthday. He almost completely forgot.

“Hey Duncan, come eat your food before I eat it.” Quigley jokily said. Duncan rushed over and sat down to eat the pancakes that their mother cooked this morning. “You wouldn’t dare!” Duncan said back at his triplet. “Try me. They were staring at me going, “Oh, oh Quigley! Eat us! Eat us! Don’t let us end up in the clutches of this notorious monster! Ahhh!” Quigley laughed. Duncan rolled his eyes as he started chowing down the food. “Ahhh! Why!! Why! You monster!” Quigley said in his stupid pancake voice. “Hahaha! You thought that shivery Quigley would save you today? Haha! Think again!” Duncan pretended to sound evil as he devoured his breakfast. “Nooooo!” Quigley cried out.

Isadora rolled her eyes at her brother’s stupidity. “Hahaha. Come on boys, we don’t play with food, we eat food.” Their father came in and said. “But that’s not as fun.” Duncan pouted. “Tell you what, if you eat up without causing a mess, after school I’ll take to ice cream pallor.” Their dad promised. Duncan and Quigley opened their mouths wide with joy and began to chow down, without! causing a mess.

Isadora shook her head as their father laughed. “Boys.” She said. “Once stupid, always stupid.” She rolled her eyes again. “They’re just having a bit of fun.” Their mother came in and kissed Isadora on his cheek. “Mom? You’re still here?” Isadora asked. Their mother chuckled. “Yes. My ride has been delayed for an hour, but once you three come home I won’t be here.” She said.

Duncan looked confused. “Where are you going again?” He asked. “Duncan! She’s had to remind you so many times, pay attention!” Isadora said, flicking her brother on the ear. They heard their mom laugh. “It’s alright, Isadora. I’m taking a trip to see a relative, and won’t be back until next week.” Duncan face saddened. “Nooo! Why! Stay here!” Duncan jumped out from the seat and hugged his mother. “I can’t, I promised my brother that I would go see him.” Duncan pretended to cry. Their father chuckled.

“Your mother will be back before you know it, now let’s get you all ready for school.” All the kids groaned in response. Their father laughed. Their mother shook her head with a smile. Before that smiled disappeared.” You’re going to be alright on your own?” She asked worried. ”Don’t worry, Paula. I’ve got such fun things planned for the kiddos so it’s like you never left!” Paula smiled and laughed. “I hope so, Will. Don’t want any of the kids getting ideas and going out to try and find me.” Will rolled his eyes. “That won’t happen! I promise, everything is going to go just as planned.” Will said before he kissed his wife on the lips.

“Ewwww!” The triplets said in unison. “Get a room!” Quigley yelled in disgust. “Get in the car you rascals!” Will exclaimed. Before the triplets ran out of the door and hoped into the car.

“See? They’ll be fine, Paula.” Paula chuckled. “That’s what I’m worried about.” Will gave her a blasphemy look. “Hey!”

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“Boston Carnival shut down due to faulty wiring.” The pages of the newspaper flipped over and over until the girl caught something she found interesting. “Famous Writer: Lemony Snicket is dead. Three bodies discovered in woods.”

“Hmm?” It certainly caught her attention. “The three have been identified as: “Kevin Escalus” “Colette Hudiburgh” & “Hugo Netchurch. Bodies found in horrific conditions… Several stab wounds… Chopped of body parts… Mass loss of blood… Oh god…”

“Violet?” A voice called out. “Ah! Oh, Klaus.. you scared me..” Violet jumped from her spot on the bench as she heard her brother’s voice, making her drop the paper she was reading. “You almost left your bag behind, I quickly rushed it over, don’t want you to fail in school or else you’d be holding back a year.” Violet smiled at her brother’s gesture. “Thank you, Klaus. But you should go back home, you’re sick.” Klaus sniffled.

“Yeah… but…” Klaus tried to contradict with a complaint. “No buts Klaus. Go home, lie down. Take care of our little sister until father comes home.” Klaus nodded, he looked down at the paper Violet was reading.

“Three bodies discovered…” He began to read. “Uh! No, Klaus.” Violet grabbed the paper and removed it from his sight. “What? Why?” He said with annoyance. “It’s too horrific, give you nightmares for weeks.” Violet only wanted to protect her brother from the sick cruel nature of the world and not be exposed to it. He seemed to have forgotten what happened that night. And that’s all Violet could’ve asked for, as long as Klaus is happy. She’s happy.

She smiled. Klaus pouted. She chuckled.

“I can handle it!” He said folding his arms, looking away. “You watched Halloween and could barely handle it.” She said with a smug look. “That was when I was little! I’m a big grown person now! I think I can handle it!” Violet scoffed. “Alright, but don’t blame me if you get traumatised and cry like a baby.” Klaus rolled his eyes at his sister’s attempt of a joke.

A call back to when he used to cry at literally everything that even was the slightest bit scary. Like when they first met their guardian, Klaus thought he looked scary, and since as he was only 3 at the time, he cried. Wasn’t such a good first impression, but at least it was one that proved to them that this guy was the right one. As soon as he saw little Klaus cry he said caring things to things, didn’t shout at him, didn’t call him annoying like how Mr. Poe did. He hugged him and while he was at it he also brought Violet in the hug. He’s been their guardian ever since.

Now they have a little baby sister, was almost forced into their care seeing as how well their guardian handled with them they were sure that he would care for Sunny just as much the same. At they were right. To say the least.

Klaus turned the pages of the newspaper to look at the supposedly horrific thing Violet said was. “Oh god.” He said as he looked at it up and down. “Told ya. You gonna cry? You little baby. Huh? Little Baby boy?” Violet teased. “Stop, Violet! I’m not a little baby anymore! I can handle looking at horrific images of body horror.” Klaus pouted again. Violet shrugged. “Eh, maybe to you. But to me, you’ll always be a baby boy.” Violet ruffled her little brother’s hair and laughed.

“Stop! Or else I’ll get you sick!” Klaus teased back. “Oh no! I’m so scared!” Violet said sarcastically “Fuck you.” Violet was caught off guard by the word her baby brother said. “Klaus! Language!” She said with shock. “Why? Dad says that shit all the time!” Klaus returned with a smug expression. “Language you little maggot! And just father say’s it doesn’t mean you should say it.”

“Killjoy…” They began to argue. “Brat.” “Bitch.” “Language.” “Parasite” “Maggot.” “Freak.” “Go home Klaus.” Violet chuckled. “Fine. Whatever, but I’m taking this with me I’m interested.” Klaus said with a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re into true crime now?!” Violet looking absolutely done with her younger brother’s bullshit. “And what would you do if I said I do?” Klaus teased. Violet chuckled.

“Bye. Maggot. See you at home, say hello to Sunny for me.” Violet waved to her little brother. “Later. Bitch.” Klaus didn’t wave back. Instead he gave her the finger. “Language! You asshole!”

Violet covered her mouth at the word. Laughing came from the opposite direction. Violet turned around and smiled.

“Brothers am I right?” Violet said. “Tell me about it, just this morning Duncan and Quigley were making a mess out of breakfast.” Isadora said to her best friend. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Duncan was eating innocent baby pancakes and being the shivering knight that I am, I tried to save them from his stupid gob.” Quigley interjected. “You didn’t even do anything shivery, all you did was give a funny voice to some yummy pancakes.” Duncan replied. “Stupid up you asshole!” Quigley objected. “I will. After you do, you absolutely bitch.” Duncan said with a smug.

Isadora rolled her eyes as her brothers kept on play fighting. “So, anything new?” Isadora said. “Um… nothing much.” Violet said. “Just, my brother’s sick so he’s not coming in today and my father is off visiting someone.”

“That’s nice. My mother’s visiting her brothers this week. Won’t be back until next week.” Violet gave her a smug smile. “Aw… you gonna miss her?” Isadora’s eyes widened with this statement. “What! No-!” Violet looked at her in denial. “Maybe…?” Violet gave her a smug smile. “Ok, Fine! Yes… I am going to miss her.” Violet finally let the smug smile rest. “There we go.” Isadora rolled her eyes. “I hate you.” “I love you too.” She contracted.

Quigleys watch went off. “Paperboys coming around. Anyone up for, last person to catch a newspaper buys lunch for a whole week?” Quigley announced. “Since when have we done that?” Isadora complained.

“Since….” Quigley looked around the corner, at prosaically 8:00 am, the four paper boys of the town come around and throw newspapers at people. Ever since Quigley caught that paper that one time, he’s been trying to calculate when exactly the newspapers get thrown out at random people, and he believes he’s figured it out.

“About…” Quigley smiled impatiently at his watch. “You’re just doing this cause you’re sick and tired of always buying our lunches and other sources of food.” Isadora spat at him. Quigley winced at her only speaking truth, distracting him from his watch. “That’s not true-!”

As Quigley went on and on about saying how smart he is compared to them. His clock chimed 8:00 and the paper boys came peddling around the corner of the street and started throwing the latest news out. Violet, Isadora and Duncan caught one.

Quigley opened his eyes and took notice. He had been fooled. “Fuck you Isadora. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!” Isadora smiled smugly. “Hit a soft spot, did I?” Quigley groaned. “Only speaking truth you waste of space.” “I swear. You better sleep with one eye open, Isadora!” Quigley grunted through his teeth. Ready to go fist on fist with Isadora.

That was until laughter arose from behind them. That squeaky horrible ear piercing laugh was enough to put all four of them through hell and back, at least three times over. Maybe even more.

“You Cakesniffers are bickering like little ants over a tiny piece of bread!” A girl teased harshly. “What the fuck do you want Carmelita.” Violet said seriously. “Ooh! Is Violent mad? Wouldn’t surprise me, you’ve gained your dad’s anger issues.” Violets eyes darkened. “You know nothing about my father!” Violet said loud and clear. “Oh! Right, sorry. I mean your adopted father! You’ve gained your adopted father’s anger issues-“

Violet slapped her before she could finish. Carmelita gasped. She started to fake tears. “Principal Nero is going to hear about this!” She called out while running away to the schools office.

“You would go to him for Nothing teachers pet!” Quigley called out to her. “Seriously what is her problem?” Duncan asked. “Me and Carmelita were friends when we were little, and then I got involved with Violet, her rival and suddenly everything about us is her business!” Isadora said. “I’m so done with her.” Violet said rubbing her eyes, she’s so tired of Carmelita’s bullshit. “One day, we’ll get her back. One day.”

“Violet Bratelaire, And Quaghtmares! To the principals office, immediately!” Called the annoying voice of the worst principal in the world from the intercom. Kids began laughing around them.

Violet sighed. Isadora groaned. And Duncan and Quigley rolled their eyes.

“Let’s get this over with.” Duncan said. “If Klaus were here, he’d be throwing the rocks at the intercom and telling it to go fuck himself!” Quigley said to Violet. Violet chuckled. “As much as I don’t like him swearing, I would let him get away with that.”

Chapter 4: Chapter 4.

The principals office was a mess. Untidy to say the least. Nothing was organised, it’s like a kidnapping took place here, shelves on the wall holding useless junk when everything important was on the floor and shattered. Not to mention the stench was down right awful, smelling like old socks got dipped in gone off cheese which were found in a garbage bin. It was that bad. Glass on the floor from broken bottles, chip and candy packets everywhere some even had rats living in them, that’s how long they’ve been there, the principal clearly didn’t care about hygiene in the slightest.

Speaking of the principal, he was an absolute wreck of a man. Not only was his clothes wrinkled but his hair was so messy and barely there you’d be confessed it wasn’t real. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’s always playing the wretched violin of his. A violin is an instrument that if played correctly can sound so angelic and beautiful but with without like Principal Nero behind the strings it’s just sounds like chicken scratch on a caulk board. Ear piercing and annoying.

So when the group of teenagers went in, they had to wait a few minutes for him to finish before going in. They had sat in the waiting area, Violet drawing down some invention ideas in her drawing pad. Duncan journaling down how bad his day is going so far. Isadora thinking of couplets of Carmelita about how awful she was. And Quigley was watching the television that sat in the left hand corner of the room, it hanged down from the ceiling so only a adult could reach it, which bothered him cause he wanted to change the channel so badly, seeing as it was just the boring old news.

“We’re here reporting live from the abandoned carnival, on the subject about the recent murders that happened only a few blocks from here. I’m your host, “Eleanora Poe.” And we bring you Officer Jacques on the subject of this unfortunate event. Jacques, what can you tell us about these murders?” Came the voice that Duncan despised from the tv above.

Isadora nudged Violet, hinting towards the tv. Violet looked up from the drawing pad and listened, the only one not listening was Duncan too focused on his thoughts about how much he hates Eleanora Poe. “It truly is a tragic event, we have suspicion that these murders are also connected to the murder that occurred at the 10th Caligari Street, only happening a hour from each other and dna evidence seems to prove that. With Lulu Caliban’s figure prints being at both seems of the crime.” The officer said.

“Ooh! That sounds exciting, is Miss. Caliban at fault here, then?” Eleanora held the microphone to his lips. “No. Uh, Lulu was the one that was murdered at Caligari Street.” Jacques said pushing the microphone away, obviously showing that he does not want to be here. “Ooh! An overarching mystery! Just wait until the readers of the Daily Punctilio hear about this!” Duncan groaned. “We have Miss. Caliban’s sister “Olivia” on hold with us, we’ll be asking her a few questions later today.” Officer Jacques said. “We’ll be there!” Eleanora promised.

The kids could clearly tell that Officer Jacques did not want her or any of her crew there and they couldn’t blame him, she was always bargaining in on other peoples business whether they liked it or not. And seeing as they were on the news they couldn’t say no or they looked like out right assholes, which wasn’t very fair.

“Can you clarify who the bodies belonged to?” Came the annoying voice from the tv again. “Uh, Kevin Escalus.” He said. “Mhm.” Eleanora nodded her head. “Colette Hudiburgh. And, Hugo Netchurch.” Isadora gasped.

“Violet, those are your coworkers.” Isadora said pointing to the screen. “What?” Quigley said with his mouth stuffed full of chocolate he found in his pocket. Probably a week old. “I got- Had! a job at Caligari’s Fortune. They were some of the coworkers that worked there.” Violet confirmed. “What happened?” Duncan asked. “Got fired before I could even start a day.” Duncan and Quigley nodded a bit. “That’s why you’ve never heard of it until now, it’s too embarrassing and it was months ago I just forgot to tell you.” Violet turned her attention to the ground, to avoid their looks. “That makes sense.” Duncan said stealing one of Quigley’s chocolates. “Hey!” Quigley called out to him, starting to attack him, Duncan holding it out just out of his reach, laughing. Duncan was laughing so hard it managed to make the wrenched sound of the violin stop and Principal Nero come out, having an angry expression on his face.

“Stop making that stupid ear piercing noise, I can’t hear my beautiful music over that ugly thing!” Nero yelled to them. All of them practically rolling their eyes at the irony of his words. “Come on in then!” They all got up and started walking towards the entry way.

“And don’t take any longer than you have too! School has already started and you should be in class!”They rolled their eyes again. “Now hearing what dear sweet Carmelita said, I want to know what gives you an actual good reason for hitting a 12 year old in the face!” Nero practically shouted.

“She was talking badly about my adopted father, I had to do something.” Violet admitted, knowing better than to swear at a teacher, especially if that teacher had a higher principal. “That’s not an excuse!” Violet was about to speak again before being interrupted. “Slapping a little girl under the age of 13 is strictly forbidden on these grounds!” Nero said almost shouting at them. “And what? Slapping a girl over the age is perfectly fucking legal?!” Isadora yelled back at him in the same demeanour. Not knowing better than Violet and straight up swearing at him.

“AnD WhAt? SlaPpInG a gIrL OveR tHe aGe Is PerFeCTly FuCKiNg leGAl?!” He mimicked. “Haha! Yes! And language to you too missy! Detention! In fact, detention for all of you!” Isadora scoffed at him mimicking her. That was also something that made him extremely annoying and just awful to be around. Anyone that dares to talk back to him, he mimics in a really high pitched grating voice, just like his violin playing. Everything about the man was just ear piercing annoyance.

So when he sent them to detention, they couldn’t care less about actually going so they just went straight to lunch without any problems. They skipped first period, seeing as they spent a literal half an hour in the waiting room and it felt like another hour in the office itself, they didn’t realise it was only second period and when they walked into the cafeteria absolutely no one was there.

Quigley groaned. “It’s only second period, isn’t?”Duncan nodded. “It should be just ending.” Duncan checked Quigley’s watch. “Get your own watch, parasite.” Quigley teased him. “No, they’re too expensive.” Duncan said “We’re literally rich.” Quigley reminded him complaining. “And?” Duncan asked him. “Who cares, let’s just eat.” Isadora said walking in and sitting down at a table, with the others close behind her. Just when Violet sat down, the bell rang. “Perfect timing.” Quigley joked. Violet chuckled.

About half way into lunch, Isadora started noticing that nearly everyone was talking about that occurred last night. Hearing things like. “Did you hear about the murders?” “I heard that the killers dna wasn’t found anywhere at the crime scenes.” “I hear that the killer was a child.” “The killer could literally be here in the room with us.” “They could be one of our friends.” “They could my brother, or your sister.” “Why are you saying “They?” They’re clearly a male.” “Shut up Ben you absolute sexist.” “What’s a sexist?”

Isadora looked at her brothers and Violet. Why is she getting paranoid? She knows them like the back of their hand. Why would she be getting paranoid. They would never even hurt a fly. Quigley squashed a fly. “Demon spawn. Trying to get to my food.” Nevermind. But that doesn’t mean that she should be getting paranoid, she knows them to well they would never. Right?

“So, who do you guys think that the scary murderer is?” Isadora teased, putting on a mask to hide her paranoia. “Stop, Isadora!” Duncan said. “I’m already scared enough as it is, I don’t need you making it worse.” He admitted. “You didn’t seem scared when watching the news? Or reading the paper.” Violet said. “That’s cause I was more focused on that bitches annoying voice then to worry about a murderer on the loose.” Duncan said explaining himself. “That's no excuse..” Quigley said, mouth full of turkey sandwich. “Shut up! I’m trying!” Duncan expressed.

“Who do you think, Violet?” Isadora said chuckling at her brother’s behaviour. “I think it’s Carmelita.” Violet joked. Isadora chuckled. “Plot twist.” She said in a high voice, laughing. Violet chuckled.

The bell rang for third period. “What do you guys have next?” Asked Duncan. “I have herpetology science with Professor. Gustav.” Violet said. “P.E.” Quigley confirmed. “Uhhh….” Duncan checked his list. “History.” He smiled. “See you guys at the library.” Quigley waved bye.

“Hey Duncan.” Isadora started. “Yea?” The two girls chuckled silently. “Watch out for the super scary terrifying murderer!” She teased. “Stop!” Duncan said running off like a little chicken. Both girls were laughing.

“Hey!” Came two voices in unison. They looked over, it was the lunch ladies who had a ridiculous amount of power on their face. “You two better be going off to class now.” “Don’t want you in detention.” “Like how you were supposed to spend time there.” “Instead of having lunch.” They both said. The girls ran off laughing.

Professor Gustav was a science teacher, he manly talked about herpetology and nature and how it works and what kind of creatures live in it. Like snakes. Gustav loved snakes, but his partner loved them move. Gustav was a married man. His partner was Montgomery, he was a renowned herpetology scientist and he was always off traveling but he always sent a postcard.

Mr. Bald - That was his nickname, no one knows his real name, everyone just calls him Mr. Bald, and he doesn’t mind. Mr. Bald was the P.E teacher, although he can be quite tough and rough, he generally does care for the kids. He wants to see them do their best and make sure they do whatever it takes to win. He was also often kicked out the school for a week for smoking in front of kids, that’s why his voice is so deep.

Mr. Widdershins was the History teacher, he was kind and generally probably the best teacher in the school. Whenever there was fight, he tried to break it up but when he couldn’t he would start to cheer on a person too. Whoever he got bored in class he would put on a movie and call up the restaurant just across the road for food. And whenever someone needed help with something, he was always happy to help, even though he would just give the answer to the kid, he genuinely was the best. The one problem though was his hands, he had hooks instead of hands. He had lost them in a freak accident, when occurred during the Anwhistle fire. The Anwhistles were cousins of the Widdershins.

He also had a little sister that went to the school, although she never really hung out with any of the kids she was always a delight to be around. Fiona was her name. Fiona Widdershins. She had triangular glasses and her hair was done up in a braid. She was currently sitting next to a bookshelf in the library on mushrooms and aquatic themes. That’s when the group walked in.

After finishing both fourth and fifth period they went to the library for break. Immediately going to the bookshelf’s and taking what interested them and sitting down on the floor in the corner away from Carmelita and her annoying squad of cockroaches.

Duncan groaned. “Thanks, Isadora. Now all I can think about is that horrific psycho maniac!” He complained. “You should be! If that guy is still out there and hasn’t been caught yet, it’s better to be 100% on guard incase he shows up.” Violet said. “Why do you assume it’s a “he?” Asked Isadora. “Uhhhh…” Violet started. ““I’m just joking! No one knows the murderers gender, their dna still hasn’t been discovered.” Isadora stated as she flipped through her book on bats. “Why, bats?” Asked Quigley looking over.

Isadora pulled out her notebook. “I would rather eat a bowl of vampire bats. Then spend another hour with Carmelita spats.” Quigley coughed while laughing. “Oh! That’s good!” Isadora chuckled back at him. “Yeah, it almost killed you!”

Quigley gasped. “Isadora‘s the murderer!” He joked. They both laughed. “Don’t joke about that shit!” Duncan outburst. “Why? It’s funny.” Violet said. “A horrific psycho monster is not funny Violet!” Duncan practically yelled. “Not that, bozo! The joke! The joke is funny!” Duncan rolled his eyes. “The origin isn’t funny.” He said. “Eh, it’s in the past.” Quigley said. “It only happened not even 24 hours ago!” Duncan gave him an absolutely done with everyone’s bullshit expression. “Like I said, in the past.” Quigley replied calmly. “Caligari isn’t even far from here, what if the murderer is lurking!” Duncan started to fear for his life was at state. “You’re paranoid, let’s get you some food.” Quigley said like Duncan was his baby. “Come on.” He brought Duncan to his feet and left the library to get food from the cafeteria.

The girls joked and laughed about anything they could, Carmelita, The boys, Klaus, even the murderer they’d dare do. Eventually the boys returned, and eventually it was time to go home. The Quagmires existed the building and ran to their father. He promised ice cream, and they made sure he didn’t forget. Violet was just about to leave when Mr. Quagmire stopped her.

“Hey, Violet! Do you want a ride?” Violet winced. “No thank you. I have to get home to Klaus and Sunny, he’s sick and she’s still developing.” He smile at her. “Are you sure?” Violet gave a huff. “I’m sure.” She smiled. Putting on a mask to hide the fact that she was sort of jealous of the fact that the Quagmires had parents, but she shouldn’t complain she has a wonderful guardian, why would she complain? “Alright, guess your ice cream going to me then.” He joked. She sarcastically chuckled back and waved.

Happy to be away from that. She didn’t understand what about the man made her so angry, she just didn’t like him, or their mother. Maybe it had something to do with how her guardian wasn’t a big fan of the Quagmires parents. Neither was she. And she was sure Klaus didn’t like them either, expect when they give him cookies then he’s all head over heels for them.

She came up to the house she now lived in and went in to check on her brother’s fever. He was reading. Of course he was reading. It was the latest horror novel. Maybe he is growing up, her little brother used to be scared of literally everything and now he’s reading a book on, out right bloody murder?

“Hey, Klaus.” She said hello to her brother. “Violet.” Not even saying hello back at her, she gave a huff but nothing more. He sniffled. “You’re home already?” He asked. “Yes, I am.” She chuckled. “Hmm. You parasites really do never go away, now do you?” He joked. “Hahaha really funny. Now are you ok? Feeling any better?” She asked with concern. “A bit. I might still need tomorrow off, just to be sure. Don’t wanna go into school and throw up all over the place, you know?” Violet chuckled.

“Speaking of, that. How many today?” Klaus looked down, counting his fingers like he forgot. “Woke up, threw up…” he started whispering. “That’s two… Three, An hour ago… Only four.” Violet sighed. “Klaus, four is really bad.” Klaus looked away. “What could have possibly made you this sick! I swear to god if you’re dying-“ Violet began to overthink which caused her to worry more about her brothers life. “Violet! I’ll be fine.” He assured her. Violet still wasn’t so sure. She doesn’t want to lose anyone else close to her. She ignored her feelings and changed the subject.

“How’s Sunny?” She asked looking and walking over to their adopted baby sister’s crib. “She’s fine. Still don’t understand why her crib is in my room, though.” He pouted. Violet chuckled. “It’s only until you feel better, now put the book down and get some sleep it’s important to be well rested when sick or ill.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Ugh! Fine.” He laid down, Violet closed his blinds and existed the room.

She noticed his light came on. He had turned on his reading lamp. “Go to bed, you maggot!” She told him. “Fuck off parasite!” He called to her. “Language mister!” She said with a smile. “Languages yourself, bitch!” Violet chuckled and backed away from his room.

She looked at the calendar. Smiling when she saw a mark on August 5th. Titled: “Big V’s birthday” the nickname originated from when it was just her and Klaus, their guardian called them, “Big V” and “Little K” referring to Violet being the big sister and Klaus being the little brother. But now Klaus was “Middle K” and Sunny was “Little S” Violet smiled, hoping that their father would be back in time for her birthday.

Chapter 5: Chapter 5.

Notes:

Warning:
Character Death

“Mhmm”

Will hummed a tune while he put away the plates from tonight’s dinner, after washing them and drying them he placed them carefully back in the kitchen cabinets. He didn’t realise the mess the kids made until he actually started cleaning the plates which took a few hours but he can finally go to sleep. He checked his watch.

“1:21am” “Hmm”

…

“1:21AM?!” He yelled in shock. He planned to be in bed over an hour ago. “Jesus christ these kids!” He groaned, slapping a hand on his forehead. “There going to be the death of me.”

He walked his way over to the living room to turn the Tv off. He picked up the remote and pressed the off button. The tv made a sound as it turned off. It sounded like glass breaking. Will shrugged it off and put down the remote on the table to be ready for him tomorrow as he stride his way up the stairs to his bedroom.

He heard the sound again. He turned his head to look down the stairs. He noticed a tree branch was hitting the window in the living room. He let out a sigh of relief, all the crazy talk about a murderer being on the loose was getting to him. He began to walk up the stairs again He made a turn down the hallway to his and Paula’s bedroom. Once he was in the room he began to search through his pyjama draw to get ready for bed.

His sight was distracted by a picture frame in the room that had both him and Paula and the kids when they were about 6 years old. It was like yesterday when that picture was took. His kids had only just turned 6 and were wearing party hats along with holding presents they got from the other kids. Duncan had a helicopter. Isadora got a stuffed bear. And Quigley got a set of Lego.

He smiled when he saw how young both him and Paula looked. It would have been 1987. A little after-

He shook his head. He doesn’t need to remember what happened in 1985, he doesn’t want to remember what happened that day. It’s not important. To him it wasn’t, but to Paula it was. She was still bitter about it to this day. But he let it go after it was done. What happened in the past, deserves to stay in the past. Beatrice and Bertrand, their best friends from when he was a kid, were dead. Destroyed and burned alive in that fire. He sighed a sad sigh and looked away from the picture and began to walk his way around bed to hop in it.

The sound happened again. The sound of glass breaking. It sounded clearer this time around. It came from the kitchen. He made his way out the room, down the hallway, down the stairs, around the corner of the living room and into the kitchen. He let out another sigh of relief. It was just his son.

“Duncan.” His voice scared him, he jumped and almost fell luckily managing to pick himself up before he hit the floor. “Morning dad.” He said, which made his dad shake his head tiredly. “Duncan. It’s only 1am in the morning.” Duncan looked around scared like, terrified even. “Here, let’s get you to bed.” He put his arm around his shoulder and walked up to his room.

“Dad.” Duncan let out a sigh. “Hmm?” He said not looking at him. “I can’t sleep…” Will turned to him. “I’m scared that the… psycho maniac is out there…” Will let out a sigh. “If I get you some curtains will it make it easier?” Duncan shrugged. “I’m just-“ Duncan began. “It’s just the dark- Hmm. You’re afraid of the dark, Duncan.” Duncan looked at him in shock. Was he? He was so sure he wasn’t afraid of the dark. He was afraid of what was out there, but not the dark itself.

They rounded the corner and made it to Duncan’s room, Will helped him put up a makeshift curtain with spare blankets and helped him into bed and kissed him on the forehead before wishing him a goodnight and existing the room.

Will began to walk back to his room again. The sound happened again. At this point he was just tired. “Isadora. Quigley.” He said out loud and made his way to the sound again. “Isadora. Quigley, go to bed it’s 1 in the morn-“

His sentence died off as he locked eyes with not any of his kids. In fact he didn’t recognise this person at all.

They were just standing there, staring at him like how he was. They had a mask on their face, it was like a Halloween mask. It was a Fox like creature that had a X’ed out eye along with flowers and vines surrounding it, it was like a sugar skull like style.

Will couldn’t make out who it was, but he did know one thing is that this person was short. Like child short. Will began to feel frightened as this person was still just standing there not moving. He stepped backwards and only to find that the person stepped forwards. If he was terrified before, he was now. He made his way slowly to the phone, and began to call Paula. Too bad it went straight to voicemail.

“Hi, this is Paula Quagmire. I’m not able to come to phone right now, out and about with Will, please leave a message.” She wasn’t out and about with him, she was visiting her brother for the week. He smiled a silly smile as his wife had put the reason why she wasn’t able to come to the phone right now was because he was reason, and that made him feel more loved.

That was until he remembered the person, they had gotten closer.

His eyes opened with shock, they were only a few inches away. He had to act fast. Not turning his sight away from the mysterious and creepy person in the room he began to call the cops.

“… 9…. 1….. 1……” He said quietly as his fingers twitched to press the buttons.” It began ringing.

“Hello?” A voice came from the other line. “There’s someone in my house.” He got straight to the point. “Sir what’s your address?” “It’s-“

The person lunged at him with a knife in their hand. He began yelling as he dropped the phone, it barely hitting the ground as it was caught on the cable.

“Sir?”

Will was on the ground, screaming as the person was on top of him barely able to slash him with the knife due to Will holding it back.

“Sir, are you there?”

He began screaming for help, but no one came, Duncan must have dossed off to sleep. Once he’s asleep he’s not able to wake up without being shook awake, that’s why the curtain was removed. And Isadora and Quigley must have also been in a deep sleep because they didn’t come to his rescue either.

He lost his grip. The steel tip of the sharp object hit his chest, piercing it.

Yelling.

Screaming.

Over and over again.

Slicing.

Ripping.

His vision going red.

Fuzzy.

Blurry.

All he could hear were his screams which sounded hoarse, and the person stabbing his skin over and over again yelling in agony. As if… They, themselves were in pain. Like they were the ones being stabbed. Not him.

The red pouring out of his stomach region.

It slipping all over the living room, the already red carpet hiding the blood that was getting splat on it.

Red. Was all Will could see. His mouth spitting out blood as a last chance of survival.

Wills mind started going blurry, his vision fading fast. His life ending, this person, this horrible person is taking him away from his kids, and his wife. What kind of a person would do such a thing? Who would be so filled up with reverence and rage to do this to a family? Why would anyone do this?!

His eyes opened with shock. Not only because his soul left his body but because he realised who his killer was.

His eyes were blood shot. Empty, emotionless. Dead. His chest red, his pyjamas stained to the brim with blood. The floor covered. The carpet hiding it.

Red. Everywhere.

The door creaked open with the killer leaving. Smirking but crying behind that sugar Fox mask. What’s done is done. The killer finally got their revenge against the family. Fire beamed behind the maniacs eyes. As they left the house, unbothered, happy, crying.

The body of William Quagmire was left on the living room floor, surrounded by his own blood. His mouth was open slightly to let the trail of thick sticky red liquid fall down chin and cheek. His nose slightly bleeding a bit as his body drained him of life. His eyes cold, blood shot.

It waited there until it was discovered. It laying there for the kid to see. The kid who was having the most trouble sleeping. The kid who was experiencing fight and terror when hearing about the murderer on the loose in both newspaper and news.

Duncan stepped down the stairs slowly. His sight focused on the steps below him. Walking into the kitchen to grab some food. It was 6 in the morning. He grabbed a bowl, some cereal and milk and began pouring, he wondered into the living room.

He dropped his bowl. The bowl crashing down onto the floor, pieces flying everywhere. Cereal and milk flooding the title floor, staining the carpet. He stood still. His face lit up with horror. His stomach ached when it needed to throw up last nights dinner. His eyes flooding with tears.

Red. Everywhere. His father. On the floor. Dead. He breathed in. And screamed.

Notes:

This one was a little late to get out, had to rewrite it due to it being bad, still came out bad but at least it’s actually readable.

Chapter 6: Chapter 6.

Notes:

Warnings:
Mention of Murder

August 2nd 1995

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Rain. Typical. The rain being an excuse to hide the terrible and horrific scene that had laid upon the Quagmires living room floor. Police officers everywhere from the shattered bowl on the ground to the phone cable that hold on tightly to the phone, keeping it from touching the ground.

The triplets sat outside on the veranda. With Duncan crying ever breath out. Isadora sitting there quietly, still trying to process what just happened. And Quigley tried comforting his brother, while also letting a few tears loose. Isadora tried to call their mom but it just went straight to voicemail. The authorities will contact her later and sort this “issue” out, as they claimed it. It wasn’t an issue. It was a major distress.

Their father had been murdered and all the authorities could do was calm it as a “issue” and went about their days. Classic officers! They were caught off guard by a voice.

“Hello. I’m Officer “Jacques Snicket”, I came as soon as I could trace that phone call. I’m so sorry what happened dear children, I heard your father was a great man.” He tried comforting them. “He was more than great.” Isadora replied. “He was our father.” Jacques sighed sadly.

“Do you three mind if I ask you some questions? If you don’t want to, that’s fine. But, you will unfortunately be holding accountable if you don’t answer.” He said trying to reassure them. “That doesn’t seem very far…” Quigley shot back at the man, sternly. “I know… I didn’t make the rules…”

…

The children didn’t reply.

“And I would prefer it to ask you questions now before the stupid news reporter gets here.” Jacques joked, attempting to make the kids laugh. ‘Of course, they didn’t laugh. Poor kids.’ Jacques sighed as he thought.

“What was the last thing you remember your father doing before bed?” He asked. They all replied with a different answer. “Washing the dishes.” Duncan confirmed. “Watching Tv.” Isadora said. “Folding laundry.” Quigley repiled. Jacques nodded.

“Does your father have any like… enemies? Do you know anyone that would be so hateful towards your dad that it might trig them into… murder?” Jacques sounded unsure, how were these kids supposed to know- “A few neighbours don’t like him or our family much, say we “make too much noise!” Or some other crap” Quigley said in a mocking tone. Jacques nodded his head, and written down what the kids said for his not so many answer list.

“Last one. Why do you think, the murderer attacked your family pacifically?” He said in a bused tone to not make the kids too sad or angry. They sat for a moment. “Well… we were joking about them yesterday but…” Isadora said quietly. “You were joking about them yesterday.” Duncan said sternly. “You.” He looked at her dead in the eyes as if to say “It’s your fault our dad has been murdered, and you should be ashamed of yourself.” Isadora turned to look at the ground, away from her brother’s accusing eyes. Quigley only ignored the tension between his triplets, he didn’t want to get involved in, whatever it was… He only just sighed and stared at his hands, twiddling with his thumps in his gloves.

It was a cold freezing morning. It being only 7 and still not even half the neighbourhood they lived in was awake. Some kids already heading to school while others were still sleeping, some parents didn’t bother getting up while others were already up and planning for what to do today.

It took only a minute for Quigley to realise the feeling he was feeling. It was jealously. He had woken up to his brothers screams, raving down the stairs to only be met with his father on the floor completely emotionless and not breathing, and seeing all these houses around with families with fathers made him jealous. Why was his family the one that the murderer targeted? He thought he was safe. They even said there was 1% chance that the murderer was going to come for his family next seeing as the Caligari murder and his fathers murder have nothing in common, expect for leaving the body waiting for someone to find it, but that’s what every murderer does. He sighed. Jacques had left the kids and was unfortunately stopped by Eleanora.

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“We are reporting live from Down Town Boston, Massachusetts. Where another murder has been committed, I’m here (again!) with Officer Jacques on the report of this case.”

Klaus ate his cheese toasty as he sat in bed, with a tissue in his nose from an earlier nose bleed. His sister had brought him the tv from the living room so he could watch it while she was at school. “Down town, huh?” He wondered.

“It certainly is a strange one, Eleanora. Still not able to report on dna evidence considering that the only dna we could find was William Quagmire’s. The murder victim.”

Klaus stopped eating and dropped his toast on the plate, flying some of the crumbs off and onto the blanket and floor. “And what do the children have to say about it?” Eleanora asked putting the microphone to Jacques’s lips again. “The kids. Whom I won’t be saying the names of, seeing as I consulted them before and aren’t very approving of having their names on live broadcasting. But after talking with them about the murder, it is clear that their father’s murderer might be someone that had despised Mr. Quagmire to the point of murder.”

“And what happened the Caligari Murder’s? And news about that!” She asked. “No news yet, but I can confirm and clear the name of Miss Olivia Caliban seeing as she is completely innocent and had no involvement in the murder of her sister and her associates.” He said wanting nothing more but to get out of here. “Wonderful. Now-“

Klaus got up from the bed and headed straight for the kitchen to dispose of the plate. Seeing Violet out from the corner of his eye. “Violet. Hear the news?” He asked her. “Just saw it in the paper, yeah.” Violet said while finishing up with the dishwasher.

“I hope the Quagmires are alright… dealing with a relative death is…” Klaus’s sentence died off at the end, remembering his parent’s deaths. He sighed. “Hard… but, if we can do it, so can they!” He tried to be joyful. Heading back up the stairs seeing as he needs rest to get over this stupid illness he’s got.

“Klaus.” Violet said. “Hmm?” Klaus didn’t look at her. “How much do you remember mom and dad?” Violet asked with a few tears in her eyes. “Um.. well..” He hung his arms over the railing.

“I remember they were kind and caring. Hugs and kisses, lots of kisses. Mother taught me how to talk, while Father taught me how to read. My first word being.. “Book-“ Violet chuckled. “It wasn’t “book!” She continued laughing. “It was “Violet.” Your just to embarrassed to admit it.” Klaus looked at her flabbergasted. “It was book! And I have proof!” Violet gave him a smugly expression. “Do you?”

…

…

“No. No I don’t. But that doesn’t mean my first word was your stupid ass name!” Violet sighed. “Go back to sleep, maggot!”

“Just because you call me that, I’m not going back to back. I’m going to watch Childs Play.” Violet gave him a shocked stare. “We don’t even have Childs Play!” Violet exclaimed. “Ah, yes we do! Dad bought it for me, for my last birthday. So suck it, Vi!” Violet gave him a confused expression. “Jesus… you really are ill… just! Go get some rest… I’m worried about you…” Klaus gave her an exaggerated caring expression. “Awwww… that’s sweet. Now, go to school! Wish the Quagmires I say my blessings!” He said walking up the stairs. “Don’t tell me what to do!” Violet checked the time. “Shit! Yes, of course. I’ll head to school right now!” Violet was out the door, like a flash.

-

Violet walked down the main pathway to the school. Police cars going by, searching for the murderer. ‘Jesus… this stupid murderer has got everyone on their toes, doesn’t it?” She chuckled to herself as she crossed the road.

Violet was about to pass the restaurant “Joyful Burger.” to head down the path to the school when someone called to her. “Violet!” Came a voice, then a few knocks. Violet turned behind her and saw Isadora knocking on the glass window to get her attention. “Isadora?” She headed inside.

“What are you guys doing in here, shouldn’t you be heading into the school?” She asked. “We get a day off…” replied Quigley. Duncan stared at her with a grouchy expression. “What’s with the look?”

“You! You and your stupid murderer jokes! Can’t you fucking see, you and your murderer jokes are what killed my father!” He yelled. Suddenly getting the attention and looks from everyone in the store. “Wow. Wow. Wow! What?! How is that-?!”

“You just wouldn’t shut up with them. You and Isadora had to open your big mouths and joke about a literal fucking psycho maniac and now look! My dad is fucking dad. OUR dad is fucking dead! I told you this would happen, but you didn’t fucking listen to me!” Duncan yelled again. Violet stared blankly at him. She sighed.

“I get it.” She let out a sigh again. “From now on, I’ll stop with the jokes, in front of you….” Duncan gave her an unpleased expression. “Ugh! Fine! I’ll stop! Klaus said his regards by the way..” Isadora chuckled. “That little maggot… he is doing ok?” She asked. Violet gave another blank expression. To be honest she wasn’t sure herself that he was ok. “I know he is.” She said unsure.

“But more importantly, are you guys ok? Cause, if you need to talk about it-“ She began to ask. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Duncan replied sternly. “Look. I’m sorry, but you know deep down that it wasn’t my fault, right?” Violet asked unsure. Duncan turned away. Isadora and Quigley looked at him shocked.

“Duncan?! Are you seriously thinking what I think you’re thinking!” Quigley yelled at him. Duncan shrugged. “Duncan!” Isadora shouted. Violet looked confused. “What? What’s wrong…?”

“He thinks that you are…” Quigley stared. “You know..?” Isadora tried. Violet finally putting it together.“Duncan!” She said with shock on her face.

She stood up. “I can’t believe you, you fucking asshole!” She began storming out. “And I wished you regards…” She walked out. Duncan sighed. “What?” “Fuck you.” Isadora said sternly.

“Hello. I’m Larry-Your Waiter. Can I interest you in any of our breakfast dishes?” The waiter came to them. “Hello Larry…” Quigley replied sadly.

“Oh! Awww, kids…” he said comforting. Sitting down in the booth next to Isadora, where Violet was sitting before. “I know losing a family member is tough…” Duncan shot him a a very expression. “Losing? Losing! Our father is dead! Murdered!” Duncan almost shouted, tears in his eyes flowing out like a waterfall. Larry sighed.

“Listen, I know what it feels like… to lose a parent… after my mothers died in a house fire a few years back and I still haven’t gotten over it…” They stared at him sadly. “Sometimes I wonder like you, Duncan. Thinking one of my close friends or my step-sister killed my mothers, so I could give them more attention, or… they just simply hated my parents…” Duncan looked down.

“But… thinking those thoughts, will only make it worse… Thinking one of my closest friends or my step-sister killed my mothers made them lose interest with me and they stopped hanging out with me and I haven’t spoken to most of my friends in a few years…” Duncan looked at him with tears and a saddened expression, his eyes full of emotion.

“I pushed him away just cause I thought something horrible. I don’t want you to make the same mistake I did, talk to Violet instead of accusing her of your father’s murder. Don’t pull a Larry.” Larry said standing up. Duncan looked at the ground thoughtfully.

“Three joyful burgers and hot chips on the house!” Isadora smiled. “Thank you.” She whispered. He smiled back and went to get their food. “See Duncan.” He looked up at Isadora. “Don’t pull a Larry.” She said smugly. Duncan chuckled a bit. He will apologise to Violet. After school. As soon as she gets out of school. He’ll apologise for blaming her for his father’s death. That would be sooner than he would think. Cause what the next chapter lies within, is regarded as “opportunity strikes at the worst time.”

Chapter 7: Chapter 7.

Notes:

Warning:
Character Death

It all happened so fast, Violet didn’t know what to think. She stood outside the school just like everyone else was. They were all panicking. Why were they panicking? She stood still as she tried to tone down the sound of screams and yells.

The ambulance was just down the road, the siren going off could be heard from a mile away. As the red and blue lights flashed and appeared into view, Violet knew someone got hurt… The one thing she didn’t know, is what happened.

As the cameras flashed as they took photos of the body on the pram being brung to the ambulance. Violet was transported back to an hour ago, sitting in class listening to Professor. Gustav list off some reptiles for science class.

“Its name is a misnomer.” Violet heard Gustav say as she was suddenly awoken from her nap. She yawned. “What does that mean?” Someone in the class said in a snarky tone. “I very wrong name.” Gustav wrote on the whiteboard ‘Misnomer - A Very Wrong Name.’

“The Incredibly Deadly Viper is one of the friendliest things in the whole entire animal kingdom, my partner, “Monty” is actually the one who discovered it. There were a few oohs in the class, either to the snake or to the fact Gustav mentioned Monty, his husband who he has been married to for years now. “He got to explore its whole entirely in the jungle, while I get to only explore what it’s like in the house.”

Some students laughed. A student put his hand up. “You mean it lives with you?” Gustav gave them a small smile. “Yes. He makes a fantastic roommate.” Another student. “Does it have a nickname?” Gustav replied quickly. “I like to call in Ink.” Violet sighed.

“Now enough about me, back onto the lesson at hand.” The students groaned in response. Violet chuckled at the reaction Gustav gave.

“I know this may not seem important now, but you’d all be thanking me if one day you were stung by a snake or any other reptile and didn’t know if it were poisonous or not.” Gustav said smugly “There’s a least likely chance that would actually happen.” Said some kid. “Unless one day all your reptile were let loose and made havoc onto the town like in one of those movies.” Another kid said. Some kids agreed with this statement.

“I can assure you that would never happen. Monty keeps all of them under wraps, they will not be getting out any time soon.” Groans could be heard throughout the classroom. Gustav rolled his eyes. The phone at his desk started to ring, “Hold on.” He said as he went to pick it up.

“Hello?” He checked the number. “Oh! How are you doing coconut cake?” He said flirty. The students already knew it was Monty on the other line.

“Are you ok?” He said worriedly cause it sounded to him like Monty was upset. He thought the worse. “Did the reptiles get out?!” He said worriedly. “It’s happening!” A kid called out. “Plan for the invasion!” Another called out. Violet chuckled to herself.

“Darling… what’s this about?” He put a hand on his forehead as he tried to understand his lover through his whimpers and tears.

“Who…” “Who’s Jacquelyn?” He said with a guilty face. The class gathered around to hear the drama. “Um…” “You know who Jacquelyn is…”

…

“Yeah, you do. Larry’s sister, remember?” Violets face crunched up as she realised what’s happening here. Her eyebrows furrowed as the rage filled her body. “Oh! Right, step-sister… I forgot.. I…” Violet listened in more carefully, toning out the voices of her classmates as they whispered to each other. “Monty- I-“

…

Gustav’s eyes went wide as the phone was hung up on. He could feel his eyes watering up. He clenched his hands into his face. “Class dismissed.” He said hiding his face from his students. “But there’s only 20 minutes left-“ A kid began to speak, as Gustav hit his fist on the table and yelled out “Class Dismissed!” And with that all the kids including Violet left the room.

“Where do we go if we’ve been rushed out of class 20 minutes early?” Violet could hear the students talking. “Library I think?” A kid said. “Awesome! Let’s head off!” Another replied. “What do you think that was about anyway?” A gasp could be heard. “Maybe Professor. Gustav was caught cheating-“

“No!” Violet yelled out. “He would never! He knows better-!” Suddenly she couldn’t stop thinking about it, a person Violet thought she could trust, a person she thought was noble was a cheater? No. There’s simply no way… As she walked off with the rest of the class she could only wish that her friends were here with her, even though Duncan thinks the worst of her.

-

Gustav rested his head in his hands. “God!” He slammed one of them on the table. “How could you be so fucking stupid Gustav!” He yelled at himself. “Of course he was going to find out! What the fuck have I done!” He started to cry.

Gustav eyes widened as he heard a loud crash coming from the storage room across the hall. ‘The kids have all gone to the library.. who could that be?’ He wondered to himself. ‘And the bell doesn’t ring for another 10 minutes… kids shouldn’t be out yet…’ ‘Probably the janitor, but just to make sure…’

He cleared his throat as he approached the door. Whipping his tears away incase it was the janitor and worried he would start questioning him about his tears and the fact the classroom was empty. He turned the door nob and entered the hallway. Closing the door behind him and headed for the storage room door.

A another crash came from one of the food tech classes door the hall. ‘Probably some kids messing around.’ As Gustav got closer to the storage room, the crash in the food tech class happened again and again, as if it was trying to get his attention…

Gustav stood still, debating if he should check it out. He was not in the mood for tricks, or pranks, or anything! He sternly walked over to the room to talk sense into the teacher who was allowing the kids to be disruptive.

He opened the door ready to give the teacher a piece of his mind but when he opened his eyes, they widened. There was no teacher. In fact there were no children either. It was an empty classroom, expect for the mess on the floor. Gustav went closer to the mess. A tub of red flower had been spilled off the table and was running off the table, besides the flower was the knife holder on the floor, some of the knives flew out and were being dowsed with flower.

“Jesus Christ-“ He muttered. “Stupid kids-“ He face palmed. “Stupid kids can’t keep a place clean for one sec, can they?” He grabbed one of sweepers and kneeled down and started collecting it up.

First taking the knives out, as to not stab himself accidentally. Placing them neatly on the table above him. He started sweeping up the red flower as he continued to think about Monty, and Jacquelyn- No! He shouldn’t be thinking about her! It’s her fault that Monty broke up with him! She’s the one that came onto him when both of them were drunk.

No. Monty divorced him. The words still ringing in his head.

“It’s over Gustav… We’re Done.” Monty’s voice broke with tears as he hung up on him.

How could Monty do that to him?! In front of the class! While he was in the middle of teaching! Now the kids probably think of him as some sort of wore or something- if they know that word of course… They’re all either 14-16 anyway, how could they not know what that word means. He sighed angrily, he was tired. He really should leave this mess for the janitor to do- but he’s not completely heartless. After he’s done here he’s going to go over to his place- sorry. Montys place, and grab his stuff and leave and head for Jacquelyn’s-

He screamed in pain.

One of knives fell off the table and hit him in the shoulder, slicing it a bit. He groaned from the sudden pain. He jolted up, he grabbed the knife and quickly placed it back on the table. He rushed over to the sink to wash off the blood. Luckily it wasn’t much of a cut so the blood was pretty mild. The blood washed off his shoulder which caused the water to turn red in the sink, the exact same colour as the one on the floor he still has yet to clean up. He sighed with relief, but unfortunately his shirt was now ripped from the knife. He turned around to finish cleaning up the mess.

He screamed in horror and shock. As someone was staring at him. They were short, so it was just a kid playing a prank of some kind.

“Jesus Christ kid! Make yourself known next time! You scared me half to death…!” The word ringed out through the person in front of hims head. “Were you the one who made this mess!”

…

“If so, you should clean it up! He placed the sweeper on the table near the knives. Gustav couldn’t tell what the kids expression was considering they were wearing a sugar Fox mask, but he guessed they were pissed with being told what to do, considering he was just about to clean it up himself. “Well! Get right on it, I have a husband-. Ex-husband to sort out.”

He walked away as the hands of the kid scrunched up, and walked towards the mess. Gustav went digging into the draws to look for a bandage wrap for his cut. Not even paying attention to the kid he just subjected his chore onto.

“God! Nothing.” He looked away from the draw to the door to leave and head to the nurses office to grab one. He stopped in his path as the kid stood in front of the door, with their right hand behind their back.

“Kid! I don’t- I don’t have the time for tricks, or pranks. Or anything! So get moving with the mess!” Gustav commanded the troublesome child in front of him. He groaned as he noticed the kid wasn’t moving.

“If you don’t move I’m going to have to send you to detention.” He said sternly. But the kid still wasn’t moving. “Fine! I’ll look for another way out.” He said tiredly, he had enough with the kids bullshit, he can’t hit the kid or else he gets fired but god! He wished he could. He went through the side door into the next classroom, which was another good tech room and headed for the door. He tried opening it. ‘Locked?’ ‘Why is it-!” He tried forcing it, he rammed into it. He was stuck. The only other exit was the one that the stupid annoying mute kid is guarding.

“Fuck it.” He muttered. He didn’t care if he lost this job, he’s already lost the love of his life, all cause he made one stupid decision of sleeping with Jacquelyn more than once. Like that was his fault. He noticed the kid was gone. “Thank god! I can keep my job.”

He headed to it. His hand reached it. He twisted the door nob.

He felt a sharp pain through his back as he let out a scream of pure agony and pain. The door opened, and Gustav dropped out and fell to the ground, yelling in pain. He turned his head to face his attacker.

“You-!” The child grabbed the knife that was stuck in his back and yanked it out of him. Gustav yelped in pure terror, starting to move his body away from the crazed child.

“Stop! Stop!” He kept on calling out to the kid who Gustav thought lost their mind. He felt the sharp tip of the knife attack him in the chest over and over again as his attacker kept ripping it out of him and into him again.

He yelled out for help. But no one came. Unfortunately the room that had his class in was the only one on this floor that was available to use as some of the others were staff spaces and food tech classes that apparently no one had today for second period.

He continued screaming and yelping for help as the blood spilled from his mouth and nose, the floor starting to get covered in red. Gustav managed to lift his leg and kick the kid in the stomach, he heard them groan in pain as he tried his best to stand up in his condition and run back into the food tech room and lock the door. The door getting stained in red from his blood that was covering his hands.

He- He had to call 911. He raced to phone. “9…..1…..1.” He put the phone to his ear, as tears ran down his face, when he heard his attacker get back up and start ramming into the door trying to get it to open.

“Hello. This 911 what’s your emergency?” A voice came from the other end. “Help! There’s a crazed fucking child-! A-Attacking me! In-In-I-In the high school known as- P-Purfrock Pr-Prep!”

“Crazed child?” They said wanting to know more. “They-They attacked me! They- Stabbed me! Just- Please! Help me!”

“Alright, what’s your name?” They asked. “Gustav. G-Gustav Sebald.” They kept asking. “What does the attacker look like?” Gustav didn’t know how to reply. “I-I don’t know-! They’re uh- wearing a mask! But I think they’re a chick, I think…” His eyes frantically looked around. “Sending some authorities right away.” The voice said.

Gustav hung up when the kid managed to ram the door down, Gustav yelled in horror as he ran as far as he could away from the girl. His hand grabbed the table with the knives and accidentally stabbed himself with them. He yelled in pain, as several cuts appeared on his hand. “Ah-“ “Shit-“

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” He yelled at the kid. “What the actual fuck-!” He said not looking where he was looking and slipping on the red flower as banged his head on the table and floor as it hit.

“Ah-!” He screamed in pain. Blood pouring from his forehead. His attacker was gone from his sight. “What-! Where-!” His answer was given as his attacker was standing a top of him with a bloody knife in their hand.

Gustav began crying pathetically. “Please-! I’m-I’m!” He closed his eyes in fright. “I’m sorry!”

The words angered his attacker as they cut into him like he was a delicious cake. A very bloody and gutsy cut. He screamed in pain, as the blood fused into the red flower spreading it apart and letting it flow throughout the room. As the blade stabbed over and over. Gustav finally met his end when the killer slashed his throat, putting him out of his misery.

The sirens ringing out as the officers cleared everyone out of the building. And questioning everybody just incase they noticed something.

“What can you tell us about Mr. Gustav Sebald?” Asked Officer Jacques as he questioned the Principal. “WhAt cAn YoU tELl us aBouT MR. GuSTaV?” Nero mimicked. “He was an excellent teacher! My main problem about him is that he had so much disrespect towards my violin skills. Whoever killed him, gets a thumps up in my book.” Jacques looked at him in disbelief, ‘Jesus the fucking nerve of some of these people…’

Well he did have some clarification, Olivia Caliban was definitely innocent like she said she was. Now that he knows the killer is obviously a child and also probably a girl, he might just have a chance of actually solving this crime. A car rolled up.

“Where is he?!” Asked the man in panic and tears. The officer pointed him towards the ambulance. “Gustav!” He saw his body. “Oh-! Oh! Gustav! Oh my god!” The man cried. “G-Gustav!” The tears flowing out of his eyes like a waterfall. “Sir? Might I ask you some questions?” The man didn’t answer, Jacques assumed he wanted to be alone.

“Can I at least get your name?” The man looked up. “Monty. Montgomery Montgomery.. Sir..” He said through tears. “Alright… we’ll ask you more later..” Monty continued to cry and say he’s sorry to the body of his dead ex-husband. Thinking it was all his fault for breaking up with him.

Some of the children from the class told some officers of the drama that occurred during class time. Jacques overheard and thought that maybe, one of the children from his class did it. But he would have to consult each and every one.

“Violet! Violet!” Violet heard her friends call out to her. “Oh my god! Are you ok?!” Isadora asked worriedly. While Quigley put his arm around Violet to comfort her and Duncan looked over at the recent victims body.

“I-I… Professor. Gustav.. he-“ Violet couldn’t contain it, she let tears fall and cried into Isadora’s arms. “What did he do to deserve-! Fuck-! What the fuck did he do to deserve this fate world!” Violet yelled out to the sky with tears fowling down her cheeks. Suddenly a woman came up to them. “I’m afraid, me and Monty might be the reason.” It was Jacquelyn, Larry’s step-sister. And also Mrs. Poe’s, Husband Mr. Poe’s secretary. Violet sniffled. “Why?” She asked her with confusion. “I’m afraid, like Monty, I had no idea that Gustav was cheating on him. The only problem was that Gustav was cheating on him with me.” The kids looked at her confused. “But you’ve met Monty before… Gustav said so on- on the call…” Violet started. “Yes. I know, but I only interacted with him like at least 2-3 times, I had no idea that Gustav was married to Monty.” Jacquelyn stated. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Monty needs someone to talk to.” She said as she walked over to the crying man.

“Who-who do you think did it?” Violet started. As she and the Quagmires began to walk away from the sight and head over to Joyful Burger. “I still think it was Carmelita. She hated Gustav. Wouldn’t surprise me if she did it.” Isadora stated.

“Maybe it was fucking Ariel!” Quigley said. “Who?” Asked Violet. “Some kid who keeps bothering me in class…” He admitted. “Sounds like a you problem.” Isadora said to him. Quigley gave her a stern look, she returned it by giving him the finger.

“Duncan?” Duncan was off in his own little world before being brought back in with his name being said. “Huh?” He said. “Who do you think it is?” Asked Quigley. His gut was screaming an answer that would surely break up their friendship so he went with the answer that Isadora gave.

“I think it’s Carmelita… that bitch has to up to something!” Duncan blankly lied. “Haha! See Quigley! He’s agreeing with me cause I’m the better sibling!” “No he’s not! He’s just saying from the heart!” Quigley yelled at Isadora.

“Sorry kids.” Larry said. “Huh?” They said at the same time. “Until the authorities are gone, this place is closed incase the murder decides to hide out here.” Larry admitted. “Again, sorry.” The kids groaned as it started to rain. “God damn it! Stupid rain!” Quigley yelled.

“We can go to my place? How about a sleepover?” Violet asked. “That would be great, we’d prefer it to the police station.” Quigley said. “Police station?” Violet asked. “Yeah, as soon as mom comes home we have to live at the stupid fucking police station cause we’re not allowed inside our house due to… police investigation…” Duncan said, his voice getting quieter as he went on. Violet looked at them with a frown. “Again. Sorry about your dad. He was a kind man.” Violet said. Isadora smiled at her, “Thanks… we know he’s in a better place now… work was treating him like shit…” Violet chuckled. “But his life with us was his better place…” Duncan muttered under his breath, which only Quigley seemed to catch. He frowned. “Come on. It’s not far.” Violet said as the Triplets followed her.

-

“Violet. I don’t say this often, but your guardians house is fucking terrifying.” Quigley said. Violet chuckled. “Tell me about it, when me and Klaus first came here I was too scared to enter while Klaus cried. Hahaha. It’s such a laugh now.” They stepped inside.

“Violet!” Klaus called out. “I saw on the news, is everything alright?!” He came rushing down the stairs to hug his big sister. “Everything’s fine, Klaus… expect… for the fact… that Professor. Gustav… is dead.” Violet admitted. Klaus gasped.

“Thank god. That guy was a cheater.” Klaus said. All four of them looked at him shocked. “What? Was it something I said?” Violet went closer to him. “You knew?” She said with sadness, especially since Professor. Gustav was her favourite. “What, you didn’t? It was so obvious… no one’s ever that happy in a relationship, unless some other relationship is happening behind the scenes.. everyone knows that.”

“No one knows that!” Quigley shouted. “Expect you apparently.” Isadora said. Duncan only stared and blushed at Klaus’s intelligence. “Why are the Quackmires here?” Klaus asked. “QUACKMIRE?” Quigley yelled.

“They’re here for a sleepover, seeing as they are not allowed inside their house seeing as it’s under police investigation, they have to sleep in the stupid cold police station. But, being the hero that I am I saved them from freezing to death.” Violet said smugly.

“Am I the only one that cares that he called us “QuAcKMiRE?” Quigley said, which in return no one answered. “Fuck you guys…”

“Well… sleepover in my room?” Klaus said. “No.” Violet said. “What?! Why?!” Klaus said obviously offered. “Cause it’s filled with germs. And plus we older kids don’t need a stupid little nerdy maggot ruining our fun.” Violet teased him. “Fuck you!” Klaus said. “At least I have Sunny!” He said smugly. “Ah-! You can keep the stupid baby!” Violet teased again. “How dare you-! Only I get to hate the crying brat!” Klaus began to joke fight his sister.

The Quagmires watched on as they fought. Isadora laughed. Duncan began searching around looking for the living room to watch TV in, and Quigley began coming up with insults that combined “Baudelaire” with another word. “Bratelaire.” Was the first one to come to mind as he went into the kitchen to order pizza.

“It’s going to be a long night…” Muttered Duncan as he watched Violet carefully.

Notes:

Sorry this part took awhile to get out. Got distracted with in real life shit.

Chapter 8: Chapter 8.

Notes:

Warning:
Throwing Up & Mentions of Murder

August 2nd 1995

 

Time: 9:00pm

 

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The New Baudelaire Household to say the least was dreary. It didn’t look like at all to the rest of the houses on the block. The houses were white with grey roofs, beautiful gardens at the front with white fences surrounding them. A tree or two handing equally by the ends of the fence. Crabapple trees could be seen all over. Well, that’s just the house across the road. So many more looked the same as the one described, expect the one the Quagmire’s were staying in for their sleepover at the Baudelaire’s house.

 

Their house was dark and grim. It towering over all the over houses made it look like it was alive and was going to swallow the triplets whole if they stepped inside. The house was a dark, dark grey with boarded up windows, with a handful of moss could be seen if you squinted hard enough. Not to mention the inside, well, it was fine but the unnecessary amount of eyes all over the walls really didn’t give the Quagmires any hope for their new friends.

 

New? Yes. New. What you just read was a flashback from when the Quagmires first stood foot out front their new friends home. They were blindsided by the fact that they lived in what looked like a haunted house to focus on the fact that they really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and they’re glad they didn’t.

 

If they only focused on the house and not their friends personality’s they would’ve ran out of their, possibly screaming and never showing their faces to the two kids again. But now, after so, so many visits to the place over the years they’ve gotten used to the creepy vibe and kinda liked it to say the least. Their guardian wasn’t all bad, at least he was kind and generous enough to let the stay over once to many times a year. But if the Quagmires could change anything about the place, it would be the fucking eyes.

 

As the group of teenagers sat down on the couch eating pizza while watching a movie, Duncan couldn’t help but overthink about the situation that occurred during school. Sure he wasn’t there today, but just sitting across the road, seeing all the students run out like it’s a fire drill really set his fear and nerve. A teacher was killed. Murdered in cold blood. And for what reason? Cheating? It just didn’t sit right with him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, he’s just overthinking, he keeps repeating to himself. But he can’t help by wonder…

 

“I have to go to the bathroom.” He quickly said. He suddenly had the urge to vomit up his guts, the pizza that he just consumed didn’t sit right with him. Or maybe it was the overthinking again not sitting right with his stomach acid. He got up and walked as fast as he could to the bathroom, opening the door and towering over the toilet, crouching, clutching onto to it like a earthquake was happening and it was the only supporting beam. Vomiting up what’s left of his stomach.

 

He sat up, waited a couple of minutes. Nobody seemed to hear the excessive amount of noise, seeing as nobody came up the stairs to check if he was ok. It was a pretty big mansion, maybe they’re too far away, or the movies too loud. He couldn’t help but wonder while washing his hands. Just then he heard a loud noise that broke him from his thoughts. It coming from the direction of Klaus’s room. Duncan did wonder why he didn’t sit down to watch movies with them, but Violet played it off with the fact he’s sick and they can’t be around him, seeing as the cause of his illness is still unknown to them and they don’t want to get infected with the illness too.

 

Duncan eventually reached his room, he was about to open the door when he heard a voice coming from the other side. He put his ear up to the wooden door and listened carefully. “I don’t know Sunny, something isn’t sitting right with me.” Klaus pondered across the room, walking back and forth as he thought. Holding a piece of paper in his hand and in the other a small pen to write with. “Oh! Don’t look at me like that! You can’t blame me for thinking it, Violet said she checked the newspaper today for the news about the Mr. Quagmire, but when she left for school this morning I went to look through it, as I normally do but couldn’t find anything-!” He was cut off by his door suddenly bursting open. “You’ve noticed it too?!” Duncan asked suddenly, reaching for Klaus’s shoulders and shaking him back and forth. “Tell me! Tell me!” He repeated again, again.

 

“Whoa! Duncan, I-“ Klaus went to say. “Please! I have to know…” He begged, he sniffled a bit, holding back a tear. “I just have to I-“ He was cut off by looking to his right, in seeing what he believed was could an evidence board that was handing by a pin coming out of his wall, so Klaus could take it off and put it back up whenever he wanted. “What the fuck-“ he was cut off by Klaus. “Please, don’t tell Violet! She’ll kill me if she finds out that I’m trying to solve the murders!” Klaus over exaggerated. Duncan looked at him weirdly, taking what he said out of context. “She’ll what?” He thought he was into something. “She’ll kill me… if she finds out… cause, you know. I’m her “little baby brother” and doesn’t “want to see me get hurt.” You know?” He said with a weird silly mocking expression. Duncan nodded.

 

“Why do you have this?” Duncan said. “Why ARE you trying to solve this murder when the police are fully capable of doing-“ he was cut off by Klaus. “Oh! The police haven’t got a fucking clue what they’re doing! All they’re doing is going around and asking questions, followed by interrogating innocents like Olivia Caliban! Did you see the news? Mrs. Caliban was practically flooding the room with her tears! And they still had the nerve to say she was guilty-!” Duncan cut him off. “Calm down! Calm down, no. I did not see the news about that interview, or read anything about it… I was to caught up in… the other one.” Duncan crossed his arms in anguish. Klaus looked at him sadly.

 

“I- sorry- I-“ “No! No, no, no, no! It’s ok. You’re not the one at fault.” He sad crossly. He finally noticed Sunny and gave her a warm smile, she giggled in return. He walked up to the crib and handed her one of her toys, hard ones that she could bite? For some reason Sunny wasn’t like other babies, even though her teeth haven’t fully grown in yet, the ones that have are incredibly strong and can basically cut through anything like a coconut crabs claw. It was pretty impressive.

 

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Klaus finally said. “What?” Duncan said looking at him fondly. “Are-“ Klaus closed his eyes and cleared his throat. “Are you saying my sister is at fault here?” He said looking at him dead in the eyes. Duncan turned his attention to Sunny for a bit before looking back at her older brother and his possible Romeo. Or- Juliet. Depends on how you look at it.

 

“Depends on how you look at it.” Is all he said. Klaus looked down at the ground, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his evidence board. “Why is Sunny in here? Isn’t Violet worried that she’ll get sick?” Duncan asked quietly. Klaus sighed, “Sunny volunteered to help me. She asked Violet if she could look “after me” while I’m “sick.” He said in quotations. “Wait. So, you’re not sick?” Duncan asked dumbfounded. Klaus took a deep breath in and let it out with a small “yeah…” he pinned a picture of Gustav Sebald on his evidence board before turning to his bed and sitting down on it, it making a squeak in return.

 

Duncan looked at both of them sadly. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you? Klaus.” He said sitting down next to him. Klaus sighed. “To be honest, Duncan.” He let out a bit of a chuckle. “This didn’t start off serious…” he put his hands together and started twiddling with his thumbs. “Ha..” he chuckled again. “I thought-“ he let out a sigh again. “In the beginning I thought if I could solved this murder, I could end up in one of those “true crime novels” or something.” He said while making hand gestures making it seem like a wonderful thing. He let out another sad sigh. “That was before-“ he looked at Duncan. “That was before your dad-“ he looked down when he saw Duncan’s face full with the Gustav picture that wasn’t pinned properly. “Fuck.” Klaus said, standing up and trying to pinning it back up, it falling down again.

 

Klaus growled. “Stupid fucking thing-“ Klaus dropped the pin. “Fucking hell!” He yelled. He took the picture and ripped it to shreds. Sunny jumped at this motion while Duncan grabbed his meds from his dresser. “Klaus…” Klaus stared at him carefully, visibly shaking before taking them figuratively, opening up the cap and taking them literally. Downing at least two or three, Duncan couldn’t catch a single glimpse. “Be careful-!” he said pretty loudly. Klaus took a deep breath in, “Sorry.” He said letting it out. “That happens, sometimes…” he said ashamed. “It’s not your fault. You have Bipolar… you can’t control it.” Duncan said assuring him. Klaus looked at him deeply, before smiling at him a bit before going back to hanging up the picture.

 

“Sorry, Duncan…. this week’s been rough… my Bipolar isn’t taking it too well. When you saw me earlier, I was in one of my highs, that’s why I didn’t say “Hi…” He said making a hand gesture again. Instead I said… “What are the “Qackmires” doing here” He put air quotes around “Quackmires.” I’m sorry…” Duncan chuckled a bit. “Yeah… Quigley didn’t take it too well. Klaus chuckled at the response, still looking down in the dumps. Duncan put a hand on his shoulder. “Again, it’s not your fault.” Klaus chuckled a bit. “Right… ha… it’s my “sisters”” he laughed. Duncan looked down, turning his attention away from his possible future groom, or wife. Depends on what the future is like.

 

Duncan sighed. “Look… I’m just overthinking-“ “No.” Klaus cut him off. Duncan looked at him, surprised by the sudden interruption. “You’re not the only one thinking it.” Klaus admitted. “Really?” Duncan once again asked dumbfounded. Klaus sighed. Jumping up, making weird hand gestures again. “She said- this morning… Ah-“ he nearly tripped. “This morning, she said that she “Read the newspaper” about your father’s death.” Duncan frowned but continued to listen. “Usually… when she’s done reading the paper… she leaves it on the kitchen counter, ready for Me! To read it.” Duncan listened carefully as one of Klaus’s highs kicked in. “But, this morning when she left, and I went to read it! It wasn’t there!” Duncan looked at him curious. “Either! 1: She left it somewhere else. Or 2! She never read it in the first place!” Klaus said shaking, taking one of his meds.

 

“Or 3! I’m overthinking shit…” Klaus laid down, covering his forehead with his hand as he concluded his thoughts. “That could be-“ Duncan started before Sunny made a sound. Klaus sighed. “She said, we’re insane.” Klaus took one of his stuffed plushies that he didn’t necessarily care about anymore and stared at it deeply. “We’re not insane! You’re insane!” He said throwing it towards Sunny direction. Sunny flipped him off in return. “She’s learning some bad habits.” Duncan turned towards Klaus. “She gets it from Violet.” Klaus said with a sigh. “You’re the one who- Never mind.” Duncan gave up. He sighed. Staring one more time at the board.

 

“There should be more pizza downstairs, do you want any?” Duncan asked his hopefully future lover. Klaus sat up. “Pizza?” He said with hope, suddenly out of nowhere gaining the energy. “You fucks ordered pizza! And you didn’t tell me!” He jumped off his bed and raced out the room. Duncan sighed, but smiled. “You good? Sunny.” He asked. Sunny gave him an unhappy smile. “Do you want pizza too?” Sunny gave him a really happy smile. “Well… baby’s shouldn’t necessarily have-“ Duncan tried to say before Sunny gave him the death stare. “I guess one time couldn’t hurt-“ Suddenly Sunny was in front of him ready to be picked up and taken to the pizza like she owned the place. Duncan sighed, picking her up, chuckling. “Your majesty, your feast awaits!” He declared as he took her downstairs.

 

He spotted his Quigley making a joke about Violet and Isadora being an exact replica of a couple on a movie they were watching, Klaus was sitting in the kitchen stealing and eating all the pizza. He saw Duncan, he gave him a loving smile. “Awww!” Hinting towards him and Sunny before saying. “How did you know pepperoni was my favourite?” He took a bite. Duncan rolled his eyes.

 

Duncan placed Sunny down and gave her a slice, before giving her the whole box cause of a stare that Sunny gave him that told him that she didn’t want the pizza but the box instead. He turned towards the movie. “What movie?” He asked Klaus. “My sister’s favourite, “Heathers.” He said with his mouth full. “Manners, Klaus. Jeez..” Duncan said a bit disgusted, how can he love said a dude?

 

A gun shot rang out on the movie. “Oh! That’s not…” Quigley said immediately taking back everything he said about Violet and Isadora being exactly like Veronica and JD, the girls laughed at him. Duncan chuckled at the loving joke but couldn’t help but overthink about it.

 

Did? Did his sister like Violet? Or was he just overthinking it again as usual… he turned his attention to the sick and grew up his guts… once again… suddenly gaining the attention of everyone in the room. “Sorry! Too much pizza!” He assured them, with a lie. He took a piece and shrugged it off. Ah- he’s just overthinking it.

Chapter 9: Chapter 9.

Notes:

Warning:
Mentions of Murder, Bones Get Broken, Bloody Noses & Mentions of Blood

August 2nd 1995

 

Time: 11:59pm

 

-

 

Time ticked by slowly, as the sun went down and the moon rose high into the sky above the police station. The more Olivia sat in the cell the more she wanted to get out of the it. They had put her here - “They” meaning the officers - she was a suspect of the murder of not only those three “freaks” as the paper calls them but also for the murder of her own sister.

 

For fuck sakes it was her sister. Her twin sister! Like she’d ever have the heart to kill her, or anybody for that matter! Like, yeah she was a bitch but Olivia never wanted to see her lifeless body lying on the bathroom floor, blood soaking everywhere. Let along imagine it.

 

She sighed as it turned midnight. Therefore the next day. Police Officer Jacques Snicket was to let her go today, if they couldn’t find any evidence pointing towards her, of course. She stood by the jail door waiting to be let out. She sighed deeply again, her face was still soaked to the brim with tears, you could still see the tear marks that left behind flowing down her face.

 

She could hear the sound of her own tears in the background, the interview was playing again. She sniffled and scoffed. That stupid idiotic reporter and her husband had made their way down to the station to barge in into one of their interviews, where she was sitting across from Officer Snicket then met with a bunch of bright flashes as the paparazzi started taking pictures of her and her tear soaked face, water overflowing from her eyes, her hair messy, Is was just a wreck and that made it worse.

 

Now the whole town, or world could see the embarrassing look on her face. She paved around the cell still waiting for that idiot officer to show himself. She then heard the footsteps of his boots, finally. She said to herself.

 

Jacques walked in soaking wet from the rain outside, he finally managed to calm down Mr. Montgomery and raced off to the station after seeing the time. After listening to the people in the crime scene he finally managed to put it together, he may not know who the murderer is but the description is a huge clue and will help out a lot.

 

“So, Mrs. Caliban. Um…” he started saying, looking at the clipboard in his hand. Olivia found herself wondering over to the door and clung onto it, begging for release out of this stupid cramped cell.

 

“It seems we- I. I have made a mistake and you are free to go.” He said unlocking the door and holding it open, Olivia’s face grew big with happiness that she was finally free and quickly hugged the officer. “Um.” She said looking embarrassed, backing away from the hug. “Thank you for releasing me, Officer. I’ll be going now…” she said starting to walk away.

 

“Wait!” He called out. She turned away slowly, rolling her eyes. “Um.. Mrs. Caliban-“ “Olivia.” Jacques was stunned for a second. “Um, yes. Olivia. Uh, you are the librarian at Prufrock yes?” Jacques said holding up the description of the murderer in his hands, no picture but a lot of words. “Yeah? What about it?” She asked not knowing about the recent murder. Jacques looked her again, absolutely stunned that she had not known. He should’ve put it together when they got the call and she was still in the cell. He felt like such an idiot.

 

He silently turned to the tv and changed the channel to the latest news report. “I’m here reporting live from Purfrock Prep where another murder has taken place.” Came the voice in the tv. Olivia rolled her eyes realising in was that idiot Eleanora Poe. Who has came to interview her, but stopped when she heard the word “murder.” She sat down and listened.

 

“The victim. This time around is known as “Gustav Sebald.” A professor at this local high school who had been found dead in one of the food tech classrooms just a few rooms from his classroom where he had gotten off a call from his now Ex-Husband Montgomery Montgomery, Mr. Sebald had said before he died that the murderer was a short, like a child, so that means that Mrs. Caliban is off the potential killer list.” Olivia heard this and gasped but also was revealed, Gustav wasn’t really someone she spoke to a lot but she considered him a friend. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A child? What kind of a child would have the urge to do such a sick and twisted thing?!

 

Jacques switched the tv off. “So… um… the murderer is one of the students at your school so…” Olivia looked at him weirdly for a sec. “So.. you want me, to help you solve this case?” She assumed. “Um…” Jacques looked around stupidly for a sec. “Yes.” He quickly said looking embarrassed. Olivia shook her head a bit, “Now hold on Mr. Officer. You arrested me, for “murdering my sister” and you think you can just excuse that claim all cause you need my help with finding the real murderer!” Olivia said with a shocked face. Jacques looked at her dumbfounded. “Uh… yes…?” He said slowly to not push her buttons.

 

Olivia sighed. “Fine.” Jacques looked at her shocked but relieved, “On one condition.” Jacques nodded his head. “Anything! Please, I really need this! The whole town needs this!” Olivia shook her head. “First off. No overwhelming me with statements like that.” Jacques nodded. “And secondly, give me your badge.” Olivia said holding out her hand. Jacques looked suspicious for a second. “Why?” He placed his hand over his badge. “Give me your badge so I can get this job done properly.” Olivia said. Jacques looked from the her to the badge. “But, I’m the sheriff here. I’m not supposed to-“ “Do you want my help or not!” Olivia said angrily. Jacques quickly ripped the badge off his uniform and handed it to Olivia. “Thank you.” She pinned it on her shirt. “Now. Let’s go find that brat.” She said putting on an officers cap and walked out of the room. Jacques sighed. “Yes. Ma’am…” he said embarrassingly following her.

 

-

 

August 3rd 1995

 

Time: 6:30am

 

Isadora woke up in a sweat, she must’ve had a nightmare cause she shot straight up. She tried to remember it but it was all fuzzy. She shook it off and rubbed her face as if it was nothing. She stood up to get some breakfast, carefully stepping around her brothers and Violet. She made her way to the kitchen, she picked up a piece of the pizza and placed in the microwave and heated it up. It wasn’t a typically normal breakfast to eat on a school day but it was too early and she couldn’t be bothered to make toast or cereal.

 

The microwave beeped as the pizza was done. She placed it on a plate and headed over to the table to eat it in peace. As she took a couple of bits she couldn’t help but wonder about her mom. Why has she called? Surely she would’ve heard about something, right? Why has she suddenly disappeared? All questions she wanted to find out and hopefully soon she’s starting to get worried. Maybe she could try calling her brother? But she doesn’t have his number. She sighed with annoyance as she finished the pizza.

 

She headed off to the sink and placed it in, she wondered if she should do the dishwasher for them as a treat for letting her and her brothers stay for the night seeing as they’re not allowed in their home still currently under investigation for her fathers murder. She sighed. Whipping her eyes to stop the sudden tears from overflowing them.

 

She opened the dishwasher and started cleaning, she yawned closing her eyes. When she opened them again she finally noticed the plate. “Oh. Fuck.” She said quietly. It was still dirty, the dishwasher didn’t go on last night, and now the towel was also dirty. She sighed and placed the plate back in the dishwasher along with her dirty plate that contained the pizza. She quietly rushed over to the laundry and threw the towel in the washing machine.

 

She yawned again, waiting. She wondered off to get a drink of water. Her throat was so dry. She turned the corner into the kitchen and jumped with a scream when she saw Violet not expecting her to be up and there. “Isadora? Are you alright?” Violet said. Isadora looked around a bit looking frightened and started chuckling, “Sorry.. you scared me..” she said softly. Violet chuckled along with her. “What are you doing up? It’s 6 in the morning.” Violet said. “Uh… school day.. you know… the usual.” Isadora said tiredly. “Ah! Who cares about school. Your father just died I think you should get the week off.” Violet commented. Isadora stared at her a bit before whipping her eyes and saying, “Yeah… that would be good but, it’s the law… and I’d rather not staying the day in a jail cell, thank you very much.”

 

Violet chuckled. “Whatever… your choice…” Violet walked away to the washing machine. “What are you washing?” She asked. “Uh…” Isadora wondered over to her. “Um… one of your kitchen towels…” Violet looked at her confused. “I got it dirty trying to do the dishwasher…” she admitted, Violet returned with a wheeze before laughing quietly. “Shut up, Vi!” Isadora said rolling her eyes with a smile on her face, slightly blushing.

 

“Welp. You go wake me your brothers, and I’ll go wake up mine.” Violet said walking off. Isadora heard the washing machine stop, she opened it abd grabbed the now clean towel, still wet but clean. She quickly opened the drier and threw the towel in it and turned it on. Handing out to the lounge room and hunched over her brothers, she shook Duncan awake. “Duncan, wake up. It’s Christmas!” She said. He shot up with high. “Really?” He said hopefully. “No. You absolutely child. We’re Jewish.” She said with a smile. “Oh yeah…” he said laughing. She turned to Quigley. And preceded to kick him in the side. “Wake up Quackley!” She yelled out. Quigley groaned out in pain. “Ow! Stop! Ok, ok… I’m up! Stop!” He repeated. “Finally… took you long enough.. what? Santa not good for you?” Isadora joked. “I don’t care about that red fuck… I’m Jewish…” Quigley complained. “Yeah.. yeah.. whatever… Quackley.” Quigley rolled his eyes at the nickname. “Fuck you…” He said while holding the middle finger up while her back was turned.

 

Violet headed up the stairs to her brother’s bedroom. She saw him last night stealing pizza right before bed so she wondered if he managed to sleep at all. After all too much to eat before bedtime can cause some really ridiculous nightmares to occur. She stood outside his bedroom door and knocked waiting for an answer. “Come in…” she heard him say. She opened the door. “You’re up early.. you need sleep, you’re sick remember?” She said to him. Klaus rolled his eyes at her. She turned towards his tv. She sighed. Walking over to it and turning it off. “Hey! I was watching that!” “Exactly! Have you’ve been up all night watching this dumb thing.” Violet said calmly. “Nooooo….” Klaus said. “Lair.” Violet replied.

 

“Put it back on! I was watching a movie.” Klaus said. “Yeah.. Childs Play.. for what I can say, maybe the fifth or sixth time today?” Violet said with a smug look. Klaus groaned. “Cant blame me. It’s my new favourite movie.” He laid his head down on his pillow and sighed. Violet turned to his shelve. “Are you ok?” She asked. “Oh! So now you worry about me!” He joked. “Why?” He said after Violet finished chuckling. “Your meds… are kinda..” she walked over to the shelve. “All over the floor.” That got his attention. He sighed. “Yeah… had an anger management issue… tore up a piece of paper.. and cut myself with a pin.” He said. Violet stared at him with a worried expression. Klaus stared back at her and scoffed. “You don’t have to worry about me so much.. I’m fine.” He lied. He was tired. And starting to go crazy… this murder was driving him fucking nuts to say the least. If anything he’d hoped that made Violet worry more about him so he wouldn’t have to go to school today, he needs more time to solve this stupid murder case.

 

Violet sighed. “Well. I’m going to worry about you anyway, your bipolar seems to be acting up. Maybe that’s why you’re sick…” she more so said to herself than him. But he still listened. “Stay home again today, and please! Try and get some sleep.” Violet was about to walk before Klaus stopped her. “Wait! Violet, I… I have to tell you something..” Klaus stood up and Violet turned to face him. Klaus stuttered before saying. “Can I have a bandage and some wipes? I didn’t notice the cut until this morning and my bed sheets are kinda drenched with blood.” He sort of admitted, what he said was the truth but not what he wanted to say. Violet smiled. “Of course.” She walked away. Klaus sighed. He walked over to the tv and switched it back on. He sat back down on the bed and saw out of the corner of his eye that Sunny was shaking his head at him.

 

“What do you want me to say?” He said to her while still watching the movie. “I can’t let her know.. it’ll break her that I’m figuratively putting myself in danger.” Sunny looked at him confused. He saw her expression, he looked to her quickly before turning back to the tv. “I mean… I’m putting my mental health in danger… that’s what.. figuratively means…” Sunny nodded. “Literally means “I’m literally putting myself in danger by going into this abandoned factory.” And figuratively means “I’m figuratively putting myself in danger by trying to solve this murder case that’s destroying my mental health.” Sunny gave a nod and held out a thumb with a sound that meant she understood now. Klaus smiled before frowning, his eyes focused on the movie he’s actually watched about seven times now.

 

“Klaus?” He heard Sunny say. He turned to her. “Movies?” Which meant, “Is watching the same horror movies, over and over again good for your mental health?” Which at first sounded consistent but it was actually an insult to his last point. Klaus rolled his eyes at her, noticing her smug face. He couldn’t stay mad at her. He chuckled and she started giggling. “Fuck you, Sunshine.” He said jokingly. “Fuck. You.” She said back in between giggles. He shook his head.

 

“Now who told you to speak like that?” Violet said coming back in, holding a packet of wet wipes and a box of bandages. Sunny giggled. Violet smiled chuckling. Klaus looked at her confused. “I thought you hated her.” Klaus said turning his attention back to the tv where a murder was happening. Sunny laughed at the picture in the screen. “Well, I can’t hate her forever… eventually she’s going to be the one taking care of both you and me when we’re old and rotten.” Violet said handing him the wipes and bandages. “Thanks.” Violet turned away to walk out but not before tickling Sunny. “You know, many you shouldn’t let her watch horror movies at such a young age.” Violet said pointing to the tv. “It could warp her mind…! And turn her into a vicious monster…!” She joked at Klaus. “Stop! No she won’t! She’s better than those fuckers.” He jokingly commented back. Violet chuckled and walked away from the room.

 

“Hallow?” Sunny said. Klaus smiled. “You want to watch Halloween?” Sunny nodded. “Again?” He commented, she still nodded. He groaned. “Fine… but after Chucky’s finished.” Sunny rolled her eyes. “It’s seven.” She said. “I know I’ve watched it seven times now? Your point?” They stared at each other for a bit. “Fine.” Klaus lost. “We’ll watch it now…” he groaned and she giggled.

 

Time: 8:30am

 

“Duncan? You alright?” Quigley asked him. Duncan stared at him for a bit before shaking his head, “Huh? Oh. Yeah… I’m alright… just thinking about dad and… mom…” Duncan said, Quigley looked down at the ground. “I… I’m sure she’ll be home soon, we have school to go too. Duncan nodded. He stood up and handed with Quigley to the front door where Isadora was waiting. “Violet! Come on! Hurry up!” She called to her. “I’m hurrying! I’m hurrying!” She raced down the stairs. Grabbing her bag from the lounge and headed towards the group. “I’m here!” “About fucking time! Let’s go!” Isadora said jokingly. “Bye Klaus! See you later!” Violet called to him. There wasn’t an answer but Violet smiled, ‘He’s finally sleeping…’ she lied to herself.

 

-

 

Time: 10:25am

 

P.E was nether-less a fun sport. Well, for Quigley at least. He finally gets to show Ariel the kind of bitch he is, by beating her at literally everything. Maybe that’s why she makes fun of him? Oh well, he doesn’t know, or in fact care he’s just happy to make a fool of her. But today he was having an off day. He wasn’t jumping around, or kicking a ball or shooting it through a hoop, he wasn’t even running or walking around the schools yard. He was just sat on the bench, playing with his thumbs as he was deep in thought. Not only was his father’s death on his mind, but also his mother wasn’t home yet and had yet to call and it was making all three triplets worried sick, and now Duncan is acting really off. Like, instead of seeing the aftermath of the death of their father, it’s like he saw the entire thing, murderer and all, and refuses to say who cause he’s worried he’ll get killed like in one of movies where the character is blackmailed into keeping quiet, that is what it feels like right now with Duncan and it’s making him physically unwell.

 

“Hey. Quigley. You alright?” Mr. Bald asked him. Sitting down beside him. “Off day?” He said, Quigley nodded in return. “Well, if you need anything you can always come ask me, you know?” Mr. Bald assured him. Quigley looked at him. “And please if you could at least walk around the yard that would be great, otherwise I’d have to mark you an F” Mr. Bald walked off. Quigley sighed and got up and started walking around in a circle, hands in pockets. Hoping to try not give eye contact to either Ariel or-

 

“Hey Cakesniffer!” Carmelita. Quigley groaned when he heard her call out to him. She walked next to him. “What’s with all this mopping around and being emo and shit?” She asked him as if she’d actually care about him. “My father just fucking died. Leave me alone.” Quigley said trying to speed up. But she caught up to him every single time. “Damn. Sucks to be you I guess. But hey, at least you and those, what are they called? Oh yeah, Bratelaire’s will be even closer now.” She commented rudely. Quigley looked at her confused. “How come?” Clearly not expecting anything good to come out of her mouth. “You’re all orphans now.” She spat. Quigley grew mad. “My mother’s still alive! She’s just… she hasn’t.. called…” he admitted. Carmelita rolled her eyes. “In all honesty… if this happened to me and my mother was out and heard about what happened, she’d come running and calling every little chance she gets.. safe to assume she abandoned you, she hates you just like how everybody else does.” She spat again. “That’s a lie. I’ve seen your mother. She doesn’t give a rats ass about you at all!” Quigley spat this time, racing off, running like his life depended on it.

 

Tears flooding his eyes. His face scrunched up, not looking where he was going. Before he knew it. He slammed into someone, both him and them yelled and screamed in pain as they hit the concrete ground. “Oh my gosh! Quigley, Ariel are you alright!” A kid called out. ‘Ariel?” Quigley said to himself. “Ah!” Ariel cried. Clearly showing that her leg was sprained. “Good going Cakesniffer now you’ve really done it.” Carmelita spat. “Mr. Bald!” A few kids called out to get a teachers attention. “Oh my goodness! Don’t worry kids, I’ll get the nurse.” Quigley held his arm to his chest and tried to move it but only screeching in pain, realising it was broken. “Fuck!” He yelled.

 

-

 

Time: 10:58am

 

Ariel was in the room next to the one Quigley was in, waiting to be operated by the school nurse. “Quigley?” Came a voice. The nurse “Nurse ‘Indeterminate’ Lucafont” came out and helped Quigley onto the X-ray. “This won’t hurt.” Quigley sat still as it scanned his arm. When it was finished Nurse. Lucafont winced. “Ooh… that’s not good, you have a fractured bone, it won’t take long to fix.” Nurse. Lucafont held up a clean white rag. “Here, scream into this, this part may hurt.” Quigley closed his eyes, as the nurse took his arm gently and quickly moved it back in place with a click, Quigley yelled in pain. It hurt like a hell, he winced when Nurse. Lucafont let go to grab some bandage wrap and a cast. “Here, held out your arm.” They gently wrapped his arm up with the cast before wrapping it in bandage wrap and slung it over his shoulder. “There. All good as now…” Quigley winced again. “Not really…” he said holding a tissue to his nose, he also got a broken nose from the slam and fall, it rapidly bleeding. “You don’t have to worry about that, here.” They plastered a bandage over his nose as if it would do anything. Quigley was about to head out before being stopped by the nurse “Don’t forget your ice pack.” They handed him the bag of ice wrapped in cloth before slamming the door on him. “Thanks… very helpful…” he said sarcastically.

 

He walked out to see Duncan standing there. “Quigley! Oh my god! Oh fuck! Are you alright!” He said worriedly. “I have no fucking idea, Duncan… do I look fucking alright!” Quigley said angrily. “Sorry… I..” “No.. no.. it’s alright, I’m fine. Just, what is happening? First dad dies, then mom mysteriously disappears and now I’ve got a broken fucking arm-! Ow!” Quigley moved his arm too far and yelped in pain. He started crying. Duncan held him in his arms. “I…!” Quigley gulped through tears. “I want to go home…” he sniffled. “I miss dad.. I miss mom…” he cried, Duncan hugged him, through his own tears. “I want mommy…” he cried into his chest. “Come on… let’s get Isadora and Violet and go home.” Duncan said, putting an arm around Quigleys shoulder and walking off. “Where is Isadora?” Quigley sniffled through his cries. “In the library with Violet.”

 

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Time: 11:30am

 

“Do you think Quigleys alright?” Isadora asked Violet with a worried expression. “To be honest, sounded really painful, probably not…” Violet quickly switched up when she saw Isadoras face dropping, “But-! I’m sure he’s alright, he’ll get through it. He always does, like. Remember when he fell down the stairs and hit his head.” Violet chuckled, Isadora giggled. “Yeah, that’s why he’s so… you know…” Isadora made hand singles showing Quigley was coo-coo and always getting his body hurt in some way or another. Violet laughed. “We can laugh about it seeing as he has a new injury.” Violet commented. Isadora nodded before frowning. She got up and started to walk away. “Hey!” Violet called out to her.

 

“Was it something I said?” Violet said racing up to her. “Isadora ignored her. “Maybe I should check on Quigley, Duncan makes him cry-“ Isadora was stopped by Violet. “I’m sure he’s fine with Duckan” she joked, Isadora giggled at the joke name. “I’m just worried that’s all…” Violet nodded. Isadora looked at Violet and gave a small blush, Violet looked at her and she quickly turned away, Violet cleared her throat. “Well Isa-“ Violet got knocked over someone. “Violet!” “Ow-! Fuck-!”

 

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean too, I swear on my step-father’s submarine.” The girl held out her hand for Violet to take, Violet took it hesitantly but she was back on her feet. “Again. So sorry!” She walked off. Violet scoffed. “What a jerk.” Isadora looked at her. “Hey, she said sorry… plus, she wasn’t looking where she was going she was looking at a book on- oh!” Isadora picked a book off the floor. “Hey! Triangle eyes! You dropped something!” Isadora-“ Violet huffed. “Damn it!” She said racing off after her.

 

“Hey!” Isadora called out, the girl with the triangle glasses turned around, “Yes?” Isadora was out of breath, why did she have to run? “You- um. You, dropped your book.” She handed her the book. “Oh!” She chuckled. “Oops.. thank you.” She took it from her grasp and turned it over, Isadora gave a peak at the cover. “Ooh! Marine Biology?” Isadora pointed at it. “Huh? Oh. Yeah… studying.. you know… I don’t read this nerdy stuff for fun…” Isadora scoffed. “Lair, this stuff doesn’t make you nerdy, it makes you, cool people have a hobbie.” Her face lit up. “You think I’m cool?” She said. “Sure. You have triangle glasses, don’t ya?” Isadora pointed at her glasses. “Huh, never thought about it that way.” She fiddled with her glasses, “I’m Isadora.” “Fiona. Fiona Widdershins.” Isadora smiled. “You Mr. Widdershins sister?” She asked. Fiona nodded. “Cool, he’s the only nice one.” Fiona smiled. “I get that a lot…”

 

“Isadora!” Violet called out, “Whys this library so big!” She yelled. “Shush, Violet! This is a library, be quiet!” Isadora said rather loudly. “Me be quiet? Don’t you realise how loud you’re being?” Violet said quietly. “Fuck you.” Isadora said looking away. “This is Fiona. Fiona Widdershins.” Violet gave a small smile. “Yeah, sure. Whatever. Hey, Fiona! Bye, Fiona.” She grabbed Isadoras hand and dragged her away. “Bye Fiona. See you later!” Isadora waved. Fiona waved back in confusion. “See you… later… I guess…” she turned and walked away.

 

“What’s your deal?” Isadora asked the girl in front of her who was currently dragging her. “I don’t like her, she copy’s me in both wood tech and metal tech.” Isadora rolled her eyes. “You’re just jealous that someone is better than you at inventing-“ “Don’t you dare even finish that sentence.” Violet warned her. “Yeah, yeah whatever, keep your bow on. I have to check on Quigley I’m getting worried about him.” Isadora started walking away. “Wait, Isadora!” Violet called out again. “Yeah?” Isadora turned around. Violet shook her head, “It’s nothing…” she lied. “Alright..” Isadora walked away. ‘Damn it, Violet! Just ask her out already!’ She yelled at herself. Running off after Isadora.

 

“It’ll be ok, Quigley. Everything alright.” Duncan was trying his best to calm down Quigley, “Jesus Christ, Duncan! I’m not dying!” He yelled rather loudly, getting attention from at least a few 10 or 20 kids. “Right… sorry.. I’m not good at this type of shit.” Duncan admitted. “Then be good at this type of shit then!” Quigley yelled at him. “Well I’m sorry to be such a disappointment!” Duncan yelled back. “Quigley!” Isadora called out and without thinking ran into Quigley and hugged him. “Ow-!” “Oh! Sorry, I-!” Isadora looked at his cast and it broke her. “What actually happened?” She only said this because there’s no way Quigley just slammed into someone without thinking.

 

“Uh… It was P.E class and I was sitting on a bench..” Quigley cleared his throat. “And you know me, I love P.E, all the running, jumping, kicking, throwing, really gets my blood flowing.” Isadora nodded as Violet came and stood beside her. “I’m having a really, really fucking off day, today and just decided to sit on the bench…” he sniffled. “I.. uh.. Mr. Bald came up to me and said to least walk around the yard seeing as if I don’t do any P.E, I’ll get an F.” “Still bullshit if he ask me.” Violet commented quietly. “Tell me about it…” Quigley replied. “I got up and started walking around, that’s when Carmelita came in and started spatting at me.” Isadora grew red with anger. “That little bitch! All because I apparently broke up our friendship and now she’s thinks it’s ok to fucking hurt my brother!” Quigley coughed, clearing his throat again. “She started saying things that really bugged me, she commented on our mother and I ran.” “I’ll fucking kill her.” Violet warned. “I then scrunched my face up, cause you know… tears… and so therefore my eyes also closed, I wasn’t liking where I was going and-“ He looked down to his arm. “And now I’m fucking left-handed. At least I’m ambidextrous…” “She’s fucking dead I swear-“ Violet cursed before the bell went off. “Lunchtime.” Duncan said. “Finally, I can eat.” He commented. “Saved by the bell again, Carmelita fucking Spats.” Violet said. “Come on. O have a double pizza burger waiting for me!” Duncan said running off like a child. “He’ll never grow up.” Isadora said. “Nah! He will… maybe not now but at the right time, he will.” Quigley said. “Cringe.” Violet said. “Shut the fuck up Vi. You gotta be nice to be now. I have a broken arm.” Quigley said with a smug look. “Really? Didn’t notice.. thought it always looked like that.” Violet joked before walking away, Isadora laughed in return and walked with her. “Karmas gonna hit you hard Violet. Just you wait!” Quigley joked in return before running off after them.

Notes:

This one’s long. I did that on purpose :)

Chapter 10: Chapter 10.

Notes:

Warnings For:
Mentions of Death

It wasn’t long after lunch when the announcement of that the police force where going to be checking every single students backpack incase of “illegal objects” that where helped in the death of not only Professor. Gustav but also the many more that came before him.

 

Immediately students raced to bins, emptying their bags of cigarettes, vapes, practically anything kids under the age of 18 shouldn’t have. When Violet saw all the kids running her way she couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of all of this.

 

“What’s so funny?” Duncan asked her curiously. Violet turned to him with a smile, “Sorry, it’s just I’ve never seen so many kids in my life.” She commented. “It’s kinda ridiculous this whole thing is.” She said continuously looking back of forth of the kids running to bins and her friends. “This motherfucker of a murderer is driving everybody insane.” Quigley said with a snark. “After all our town isn’t famous for murders, murders barely even occur here, it’s driving the police force crazy.” He continued.

 

Duncan turned to him, pizza sauce all over his face. “What do kids emptying their bags of cigarettes and vapes have to do with the town going crazy?” He asked. “Ew. Gross, wipe your face you animal.” Isadora commented, unzipping her bag and taking out some wet wipes, handing them to him. “I don’t know, it’s just that I’ve never seen so many kids worry about something.” Quigley tried answering his question. “They’re more worried they’ll get caught with cigarettes and vapes before worrying about that many a serial psycho killer is on their ass.” Duncan said back. “Fuck you, I was just answering your question.” Quigley said, only lifting his left up in expression. “Well, do better next time cause it didn’t make sense.” Duncan replied with a snark. Quigleys face grew red with anger.

 

“Oh! Stop it you two! Let’s just get home so Quigley can lay down and rest his arm.” Isadora said, zipping back up her bag. As they wondered down the hallway they noticed the officers by the door ready to check the bags of passing students. “Alright, who wants to be fucking touched by grown adults first?” Quigley said with a snarl. “Oh, stop it! That’s not funny! Don’t even joke about it!” Duncan replied back with almost a yell. “I wasn’t trying to joke. I’m being serious! I don’t want them grown fucking man touching me.” Duncan sighed. “Fine. I’ll go first.” Violet said walking in front, handing to the entrance.

 

As they went one by one, Isadora stopped and gasped. “Oh shit! I forgot my History book! I’ll be only a few minutes!” She said to the officers and called to her friend and siblings who rolled their eyes. As she raced down the hall to one of the many classrooms, she finally made it to H-11 (History-Room: 11). Where Mr. Widdershins was finishing clearing the blackboard of chalk. He turned to look at her with a confused expression. “Ah-! Sorry, sir! Forgot my book-!” She picked the book up from the table and right when she was about to leave she ran into someone.

 

“Ow-! Fuc-! Hell-!” Isadora looked to see it was Fiona. “Hey Fiona!” She said with a smile. “Hi, Isadora.” Fiona replied meekly. “You forget something?” Fiona asked. “Yeah, I was… I forget my H-Book and came back to get it.” Isadora replied a bit out of breath. “Fiona?” Mr. Widdershins said walking up to the two girls. “You, you finally made a friend?” He said with a smile on his face. Fiona blushed from embarrassment. “I-! Stop Fernald! Don’t embarrass me!” She hissed through her teeth. “Aww! Finally! And Isadora I’m so happy to see you’re finally hanging out with somebody decent.” Isadora looked at him confused. “What?” “Violet.” He replied. “Huh? Oh! No. I’m still very good friends with her, she’s my best friend!” She said with a smile. “Oh.” Mr. Widdershins said with a forced smile. “Great.” He said through his teeth. “Well, schools over now, you should really be getting home.” He said practically pushing her out of his classroom. “I-! Of course, bye!” She said and Fiona waved back to her. Isadora got the message though, Mr. Widdershins never, ever thought Violet was a good kid, she was always causing trouble for him and at times he was practically begging the staff to not put her in his classes anymore, they never listen to him though so he’s stuck with her. She giggled at the thought. She sighed and walked away.

 

After the officers examined her bag, the group left the school grounds. Walking back to Violets house, Violet insisted that they stay with her and her annoying little siblings, since Quigley’s got a broken arm he actually needs to be treated well and not be out in the care of the police force. Cause we all know that they wouldn’t do shit to help him.

 

“I saw Fiona again.” Isadora said to Violet. They were having their own conversation while the boys were having their own in front of them. Violet groaned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t see why she’s so important in your life now.” She replied with a snark. “She isn’t! It’s just, I’d really like to become her friend and talk to her more and-“ “You ditching me?! Did The Hook-Handed Man put you up to this?!” That was her nickname for Mr. Widdershins, seeing as he had hooks instead of hands. “No! I just want to be her friend.” Isadora said with a frown. “I don’t know why you’ve always gotta see the worse in people.” She continued. “It’s called protection. And being friends with her is like being friends with the Medusoid Mycelium!” Violet snarked back. Isadora looked at her with fight in her eyes, ready to fight Violet if so needed to. “Violet I-“

 

“Uh! Why are you Cakesniffers moving so slow! Can you hurry up I’m trying to get home!” The group rolled their eyes in unison, the boys groaned at her insufferable high pitched voice. “Go around, Carmelita! We’re not in the mood!” Duncan said. “Well, I’m in the mood. And I’ll just like to say that I’m so so sorry for what happened to Quig over there, even though it was totally his fault and he kinda deserved it-“ “I dont want your stupid fucking non-apologetic apologies, Carmelita! I just want you to go away!” Quigley yelled at her. Carmelita began to feel teary eyed. “Go a-fucking around us! You lazy bastard!” He continued shouting at her. He began to cry himself. “My parents will hear about this!” She raced off. Quigley screamed and kicked over a trash-bin. Isadora sighed. “Quigley I’m-“ “Save it, if you weren’t friends with her this never would’ve happened.” He remarked blankly. “That’s not my fault-“ Quigley walked away. Isadora sighed low. Duncan went after Quigley, Violet stood next to Isadora. “Hey? You alright?” She asked kindly. Isadora sniffled. “Fuck this fucking murderer… he’s tearing my family apart-!” Isadora then started to kick the same bin Quigley kicked over. Violet looked down at the ground with a sad expression. “Let’s go.” She grabbed Isadora by the arm and dragged her to her home. Where Duncan and Quigley arrived minutes prior.

 

Quigley was lying on the couch, Duncan was putting on a movie to watch while popcorn was starting to pop on the stove. When Quigley and Isadora met face to face, Quigley turned around and faced the other way. Isadora sighed. At this point she was more than fucking over this murderer, she wanted to hunt this fucker down and kill them herself. Her family was falling apart and she wanted nothing more than to give the fucker that fucked her life the same treatment, starting with their father and see how they like it. She sighed again. She stared at the phone. She pitched it up and started to dial.

 

It began ringing. And ringing. And ringing. Isadora stood there waiting for an answer from the other line. “Hi, this is Paula Quagmire. I’m not able to come to phone right no-“ Isadora placed the phone back down with a bang, her face scrunched up with pain. Tears sprung from her face, leaving wet trails down her checks. Holding her face in his hand, the other hand clutching onto the little table that had the phone placed on it. She began to sniffle and whipper. But no one was coming to her to see what was wrong. They couldn’t hear her. No one could hear her. She feared that the worst happened to her mother and at this point she couldn’t help but think it was true.

 

She heard humming as a voice came from the opposite said of the kitchen. She turned to see that Klaus had just walked in. He hasn’t spotted her yet. Hopefully he doesn’t- “Isa?” He spotted her. “Are you alright?” Those words haunted her, does she look alright? Does she look fucking alright?!

 

“I’m fine.” She said through her tear soaked face. “I have a strange feeling that you’re lying to me right now, but I can’t quite put my touch on why.” Klaus said holding his hand to his chin. Isadora couldn’t help but chuckle. Klaus has always made her feel better in sad situations. And she’s done the same for him plenty of times in the past. “I’ll say it again, are you alright?” He said again. She sighed. “No… I don’t think I am.” She sniffled. He looked at the ground. “My father’s dead.” She huffed. “My- my mother is missing- I-“ She looked at the kitchen door. “My brother has a broken arm-“ She sniffled. “He’s angry at me… I-“ Klaus put a hand on her shoulder. “Why is this happening to me? Why us?” She asked in a quiet voice. Klaus sighed. “Promise not to tell Violet.” She looked at him confused.

 

***

 

“Holy shit.” She said, still teary eyed. “This is why you’ve been staying home? You’ve been trying to figure out the murderer?” She asked. Klaus sighed. “I know it’s wrong to do this behind Violets back but. Me and Sunny are getting somewhere, we actually have progress unlike those bigots at the police station.” He said looking at his board. “We may not know who the murderer is but they definitely have some sort of link to you… that’s kinda all I have for why they targeted your father and possibly your mother? Did she ever leave town?” He asked. “I- I don’t know, I assumed she did but- I don’t know anymore…” she replied with a frown.

 

Klaus rubbed his face and sniffled. “Hold on.” He said walking over to his shelve, grabbing the container filled with pills. Isadora chuckled when she saw the massive container that contained almost thousands of little pills in it. “What happened here?” She asked. He took one and shallowed. He cleared his throat. “I accidentally knocked them over last night, I got mad at the little bottle when the pills wouldn’t go back in, I destroyed the pill bottle so I had to take one of the kitchen containers from the pantry.” Isadora couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re bipolar?” She asked with concern. “It’s getting worse, I’m putting my health in danger just so I stop all this madness!” Klaus said taking another pill.

 

“Jesus fucking Christ…” she said looking from Klaus to the board that contained pictures of the murder victims and locations of where they were murdered. The locations being on a map of their town, that when she looked at it closely resembled a shape of an eye. She’s never noticed that before. She sighed. “I’m sorry, Klaus but.. Violet needs to know about this.” She said. Klaus immediately began freaking out, he dropped the container, luckily none of the pills bounced out but the bang did wake up Sunny and the group of kids downstairs heard perfectly well. “No! No! She can’t! She can’t know about this! I-! I-!” He looked from Isadora to the waking up Sunny who looked ready to cry for being woken up. “I can’t let her know about this!” Isadora stared at him for a moment. She expression of surprise turning into a betrayed state. “You-“ she began in a hissed voice. “What’s going on up here? What’s this all the-“ Violet looked from Klaus to Isadora to the board and her face began to frown. “Yelling…” she said quietly.

 

There was quiet. Then Sunny stared crying. Duncan picked her up, hugging her, saying sweet things to her to get her to sleep. He stared at Klaus who was to overtaken by shock that he just stood there. With nothing but regret and grief taking over. Violet turned to stare at him after examining the board more closely. “Klaus…?” She said quietly. She cleared her throat fighting back the urge to attack her brother for trying to solve something that he can’t do without physically breaking his body and mental state. “What is this..?” She asked. He wasn’t replying. Duncan looked at the ground with regret. Isadora stared at Klaus with betrayal. Quigley looked around confused.

 

“Klaus..?” Violet said. No answer. “Klaus?” She was staring to get impatient. She walked up to him and stared to clap her hands and click his fingers in his face. “Klaus! For fucks sake tell me what’s going on!” She cried. Duncan looked at Violet. “He was.. trying to figure out who the murderer was…” he said still holding Sunny who was slowly going back to sleep. Violet stared at him. “You knew about this?” He looked to the ground with regret plastered all over his face. “Isadora? Did you know-?” “Just now.” She said with a hint of anger building up her throat. Violet sighed she turned to Quigley. “Don’t look at me! I’m just now finding out about all of this as well!” He remarked. Violet looked at Klaus again. She sighed. “Someone, give him his pills… I think he might be having a panic attack…” she said quietly. Quigley went over to the container on the floor, he chuckled at the size before taking one and giving it to Klaus.

 

Quickly without hesitation, Klaus took it. It going down his throat into his stomach. He took a deep breath and continued to 10 in his head before opening his eyes to see Violets upset face. “Violet.. I-“ “Why? Why are you doing this?” She asked him. He didn’t know anymore, that was the answer. At first it was cause he wanted to have his name featured in books but now… he’s been slowly figuratively killing himself just trying to solve this one simple fucking murder, he took a deep breath again. “I….” He stared at Violet. “I don’t remember…” he sighed, starting to tear up. “At first it was for fame but now…” he sat down on the bed and stared to cry into his hands. Violet sat down next to him. “Now… I just…” he couldn’t stop now, his tears were flooding the room. Quilt was passing through everyone in the room. Even Isadora who thought for a sec there the worst but.. there’s no way that Klaus did it. Unless he’s a really good actor… she sighed.

 

Violet wrapped her arm around her brother. Regret was practically shining in her face. Her tears starting to flow from her eyes. “Please… just… stop…” she said. “I- I can’t… I’m so close-!” He sniffled. “The killer is literally right under our nose! I know it!” He said through tears. “Figuratively…” Violet said… “Figuratively, Klaus…” she said again, Klaus stared at her for a sec before going back to crying. “Nows not the fucking time to correct me, Violet. I’m.. I’m sorry…” he said covering his face with shame. It’s been forever since he cried like this. Violet immediately was taken back to that day. The day they lost their house. Their parents. Klaus crying his heart out. And her staring off into space with the fire reflecting off her eyes. And hearing Klaus apologise for something he looked like he couldn’t help, broke her. Just like when they were little.

 

After the fire was taken care of. Klaus couldn’t stop saying sorry. It wasn’t his fault. She was the one that stood there staring at their parents murderers, but Klaus back then didn’t know they were shot before the fire. He thought it was his fault. He left a lit candle near a curtain, or accidentally left the fireplace burning all night… he always blamed himself for things he didn’t do. That was before he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder a few years later when their guardian finally got the money to assist him. He couldn’t stop saying sorry then either. It wasn’t his fault… but he just couldn’t stop saying it. And it broke Violet every single time.

 

“Don’t apologise..” she said. Hugging her brother in a tight hug. “I’m not mad… it’s just…” she sighed. Klaus sniffled. “This… this is something that… I don’t think.. I don’t want you to be a part of…” she sniffled. “I want you to be safe.. I don’t want you going around searching for a literal fucking psycho killer. I…” she began crying again. “I don’t want to lose you too.” By now they both realised that the Quagmires left the room with Sunny. Giving them their moment. Klaus lowered his head in shame. He knew this would happen if Violet found out. She doesn’t understand. He doesn’t even understand. But… he has to do this… he’s so close….

 

***

 

6:30pm

 

Violet came down from Klaus’s room a few hours before hand. She stated that Klaus fell asleep and she thought it best it was the right moment to leave him be. Tomorrow morning she’s going to give him a stern talking to though. She noticed that Isadora wasn’t present and that began asking questions where she was. Duncan finally answered her question at six and said. “She’s by the fountain.” Violet knew exactly what Duncan meant by this. The fountain where they all first met, which was forever ago. It’s just outside the bank.

 

When she finally spotted Isadora, she noticed she was holding something. “Izzy?” She said. “What are you doing all the way out here? And why here?” Violet asked her. Isadora turned to her and took a deep breath. “I know things are… complicated right now… with my father’s passing, your brothers mental ill state… my mothers disappearance.” She took another deep breath and held out the box that seemed to be wrapped in colourful paper. “Happy Birthday.”

 

Violet is shocked at first. But she took the gift. “I…” she chuckled. “I forgot.. I…” Isadora motioned her to open it. “But… it’s tomorrow, I can’t open it now-“ “I’d like you too.” Isadora smiled, blushing a light pink. Violet stared at her with sparkles in her eyes before staring at the wrapped box. She began tearing the paper. Once she got to the cardboard, she opened the box as gently as she could as to not break what was inside. Her eyes went wide with what she saw inside. Isadora slightly looking away incase Violet didn’t like it or appreciate it.

 

Violet held out a grappling hook, one that usually costs so much more money than you would think, she’s wanted one for years, she had to resort to making her own a few couple thousand times but they all kept on breaking, either from the lack of thickness in the rope so it just snaps or it’s something else completely, and it’s usually the latter. She smiled at Isadora. “I…” “I love it. Thank you.” She said. Isadora was glad to hear that, she turned back to Violet letting out a deep breath she had began to hold. “I don’t deserve it though-“ “Sure you do… you’re my best friend… and it was $100 so just take it.” She chuckled. “100?” Violet asked. “It was the cheapest one they had. I’m sorry if it’s shit..” Isadora said with a smile. Violet couldn’t hold back the tears and ran to Isadora and put her arms around her in a hug. Isadora kindly returned the hug, hugging her back.

 

“Thank you…” Violet said whispering in Isadora ear. “Violet I-“ before Isadora could react she felt Violets lips press against hers. It didn’t last long but it wasn’t rushed. It was a moment of peace, suddenly it felt like everything was fine in the world, there was no murderer running around. No one in both their respective families were dead. It was just them. Violet and Isadora. Living in a cruel, cruel world. When the kids ended it felt like Isadora had just arrived in heaven, it was a sweet moment that she was going to savour forever. But she and Violet live in a cruel, cruel world. Especially with a murderer on the loose. They quickly hurried back to the house and never spoke of it again that night.

 

***

 

7:30pm

 

Klaus walked down the stairs quietly. Making as little as sound as possible, carrying his school bag on his back with mostly his medication in it, but also hatchet just in case. He saw Duncan and Quigley watching a movie with Sunny sitting on Duncan’s lap sleeping soundly. He had no one where his sister and Isadora were, but this was his chance. He slowly made his way to the door, he had left his location on his wall incase someone actually realised he’s gone and starts to worry. He turned the door handle and raced outside, shutting the door behind slowly. Once it was shut he raced down the road to where he thinks. No. Where he knows where the murderers location is, he has to do this, he’s so close…

Chapter 11: Chapter 11.

Notes:

Warnings:
Mentions of Murder & Talk of Smoking

8:30pm

 

It wasn’t long after the girls returned home to find that Klaus was missing. Duncan was pacing around the house, absolutely losing his mind. Isadora and Quigley searched the house from top to bottom but find nothing. Violet sat on his bed staring at the board on his wall, her cheeks soaked wet with tears realising that she absolutely knew what he was doing.

 

Her eyes reading the note over and over again. She didn’t want him getting involved in this… she kept re-reading and re-reading over and over again, still not understanding what the fuck “An Eye For An Eye” meant.

 

The note read exactly what it said. “An Eye For An Eye.” She shook her head with frustration, she couldn’t think clearly, everything was so loud all of a sudden. She pulled her hair ribbon out from her pocket to block out the worried voices from the Quagmires. Breathing in and out slowly, calming down every breath out.

 

Her eyes laid on the board again, she stared at the map longer and longer. Tilting her head to the side a bit realising the pattern that was laid out on the map. The string that hung with the pins that were firmly placed in the map that connected it to the board was making an outline. The string was lining up with the murders. From the run down road, to her Ex Bosses house, the Quagmires residents to the School. It was making an outline like a rhombus, her eyes focused on the circle in the middle shaping it like an eye…

 

“An Eye For An Eye” it kept repeating in her head. She focused her gaze on the building in the middle of the circle that shaped it like the pupil. She eyes opened with shock, a lot of emotions actually… but the one she focused on was impressed.

 

“Violet…” Isadora came in the room. “I-“ she stopped for a bit to breathe. “We couldn’t find-“ “An Eye For An Eye.” She said in a tone that sounded like she cracked the code to a safe. “What?” Isadora said just having her sentence interrupted. “Klaus.” Violet huffed. “He’s at the old abandoned lumber mill!” She said with excitement. Isadora looked at her confused, “What..? How do you know?” Violet turned to her. “An Eye For An Eye!” She exclaimed with excitement. So much it caught the attention of Duncan and Quigley. “I still don’t… see how that… ties in with anything?” Isadora said with more confusion. Violet turned her attention to the board. “Look. The deaths in town make a rhombus.” She said through huffs, trying to get them to understand where she’s going with this. “Klaus drew a circle in the middle, it makes a shape of an Iris, and the old abandoned lumber mill is right smack dat in the middle of it, like a pupil!” She said through rapid breaths.

 

Duncan and Quigley looked at each other like they just got the answer to a different question. “It makes a shape of a-“ “Eye!” Isadora said with hope. Hope for finding Klaus. “Yes!” Violet exclaimed. “We. We have to go, now!” Isadora said rushing out the room. Duncan ran immediately after her, followed by Quigley. Violet stared at the board more before existing the room with a smirk on her face. “Good job, Klaus.” She muttered to herself.

 

They quickly packed bags from the road, seeing as it was a pretty far walk. Some food and weapons, cause if Klaus was right about his assumption the murderer was hiding out in the lumber mill. Violet took her grapping hook to get to higher places. Quigley had to quickly rush off to home to grab something, Duncan brought the snacks and Isadora held the torch. Quigley handed Isadora the bag he grabbed from their place, Isadora looked inside and gasped but kept quiet about it with a smile on her face. Violet locked the door behind them and they all set out to the lumber mill where not only Klaus is located but so is the murderer that ruined the Quagmires lives.

 

*

 

9:00pm

 

When Klaus walked into the building to say the least he was a bit afraid. He opened his cap and took a pill to keep his bipolar in check. He gulped as stepped closer to the main facility. Looking to his left were cabins, possibly for the lumber mill workers that used to work here. To his left was an abandoned optometrists office, he shivered at the thought of just being near the thing, doesn’t help that he has glasses and it made him super uneasy. ‘Imagine being murdered in there, or here, or over there.’ He kept thinking looking back and forth between the buildings in the run down lumber mill.

 

Many houses around the area had also been burned down, which to Klaus caused him to shudder heavily. For a second he thought he could hear the many, many victims of this place screaming. The fire of the little town outside was the main reason the lumber mill closed down, health inspectors claiming it to be too dangerous and intoxicated to have anybody on or near its grounds. But that was over 20 years ago, and Klaus seems to be fine.

 

He shined his torch on anything he couldn’t see with his own two eyes. As he stepped one foot in front of the other and went to explore the main building, No not the lumber mill! The building that the boss would have stayed in and judging by the faint smell, it seems he or she mostly smoked in here. He sniffled as he searched the library, his mouth opened with shock as he saw that the books were all the same. He decided to walk away and go search the optometrists office. He breathed heavily as he opened the door.

 

*

 

10:00pm

 

The walk took longer than any of the expected. Quigley slightly wished that they took the bus instead. “My legs are killing me.” He huffed in exhaustion. “Quigley, we can’t stop now. Klaus is inside and probably needs our help!” Duncan said almost too loud. “Duncan!” Violet exclaimed. “Sorry, Violet… didn’t… mean to scare you.” Violet nodded in response to Duncan’s apology. “With something that’s probably true…” Duncan muttered. “Knowing you…” “What?” Violet turned around to face him. “Huh? I just said, I’m sorry…” he lied.

 

A ratter came from the scraps of many burned buildings. Violet shuddered at the sight. “Violet?” Isadora asked with worry. “You alright?” Violet looked around frantically. “Yeah… I’m used to the sight…” she sight, clearing her throat. “It’s probably just a raccoon or something.” She said in response to the noise coming from the scraps of wood. “There’s nothing out there.” Violet lied to herself. “If there’s nothing out there, then what was that noise?” Quigley asked. Violet shrugged and opened the door to the lumber mill. That’s when they wished that the noise they heard was just a silly raccoon and not the thing they saw and annoyingly heard.

 

“What are you Cakesniffers doing here?” Said the annoying voice. “Us? What the fuck are you doing here?!” Exclaimed Quigley. “Are you following us?” He asked worriedly. “Um. Yeah. I saw you Cakesniffers leaving your houses and wondered what was so important that you had to leave during curfew.” Carmelita spat. Duncan looked at the ground sweating by being found out. “Klaus left home so we followed his note to this place.” Isadora blankly admitted. But didn’t say anything about the real horrors of this place.

 

Carmelita scoffed. “Well. If you Cakesniffers don’t mind, I’m going to call the cops on you.” She said walking away to find a phone. “What?! Why?” Isadora exclaimed. “Cause… you’re out at curfew.” Carmelita spat. Violet shuddered. “It’s her.” She muttered. “It has to be..” she muttered again. “What?” Duncan said with confusion, looking at Violet with a harsh expression. “Carmelita’s the murderer…” Violet said. Isadora and Quigley looked to where Carmelita once stood. “Then why’s she calling the cops?” Isadora said. “She’s going to frame us for it.” Violet said hurrying into the lumber mill. Followed quickly by Isadora and Quigley, but hesitantly by Duncan.

 

They followed in Klaus’s footsteps as they began searching, they decided to split off. Violet went with Duncan and Isadora went with Quigley. Isadora and Quigley began their search at the bosses courters. Quigley coughed as he picked up the faint smell of smoke. “It fucking stinks in here.” He exclaimed. “It’s smoke. Cigarettes or cigar smoke.. can’t really tell.” Quigley stared at Isadora with confusion. “There’s a difference?” He asked. “Cigar smoke is more toxic for you, it has more tobacco, more nicotine.” She went on and on about it until Quigley shut her up. “Ok. Ok… I get it. Cigarettes are better…” “Not necessarily, you see-“ Quigley groaned as Isadora started ranting about cigarettes.

 

Duncan followed hesitantly behind Violet. He made sure to at least keep at least a few inches away from here. At least 10 inches away he was. His assumption has curses him. He doesn’t know why but he has this strong, really fucking strong feeling that Violet is the one behind this. He can’t put his finger on why but… to him all the evidence adds up to her. And he’s just going with his gut here but he also truely believes that Klaus has this assumption too. That’s why he came out here by himself. To clear his mind that his sister wasn’t a murderer, and in his defense, Duncan can’t really blame him. He’d do the same if one of his siblings he trusted and cared about were suddenly a murderer.

 

As they got closer and closer to the optometrists office, Duncan couldn’t help but notice that the door was left hanging open, the door hitting the side with the wind causing it to make a faint banging sound. It was enough noise worry an even more worried Duncan. “Maybe I should stay out here and look out?” He said with a smile. “Don’t want the murderer to sneak up behind us..” he lied, he just wanted to be away from Violet for a few seconds to collect his brain and tell himself that Violet wasn’t the murderer. “What?! Absolutely not! We’re not splitting into fours, Duncan. You’re staying close behind me whether you like it or not.” Violet exclaimed. Duncan shuddered with worry. And hesitantly followed Violet in the building.

 

Duncan unzipped his bag to grab a small snack. Violet turned around to the noise. “Just me… I’m hungry.” Violet scoffed. “How can you be hungry at a time like this? My brother’s probably in serious danger!” Violet exclaimed. “I don’t think he is.” He muttered quietly as to not let Violet hear him. Duncan grabbed container from the bag that contained some cookies that Duncan made in food tech not to long ago. As he ate something came to him, a horrible realisation. He put the container but in the bag and went to Violet with an important question.

 

“Violet?” “Hmm?” Duncan got a deep breath before asking. “What did you mean by “I’m used to the sight?” Violet went quiet with a face of confusion. “What?” Duncan huffed. “Well, it’s just… you’ve only ever seen one burned down house in your life, and it was yours.” Violet stared at him blankly. “As far as I’m aware, you’ve never even seen another burned down house, or many of them for that matter.” Violets eyes were growing dark. “How could you be used to the sight of seeing that many burned down houses when you’ve never even come up here to this abandoned lumber mill before.” Duncan couldn’t see Violets eyes anymore, the shadow from her hair was hiding them. “It’s just a coincidence. Right, Violet?” Now Duncan’s eyes grew dark. Violet breathed heavily, in and out. “Right. Coincidence…” Violet said with a snark.

 

As far as Duncan knew, he wasn’t going to spend another second with Violet so as soon as she turned her back to him he hurriedly left the run down office building. As he got closer to the bosses courters as began yelling for his siblings. He heard Violet yell out his name before he rounded the corner to the building.

 

“And that’s why both cigars and cigarettes are equally as dangerous as each other.” Isadora finished her rant, as Quigley doing in the bosses chair. “You sound a lot like Klaus.” He said before both of them heard Duncan calling them. “Duncan!” They exclaimed together. “What’s wrong?” Isadora asked. “Is it the fucking motherfucker murderer? I’ll end his life!” Quigley exclaimed. “Her! It’s a her!” Duncan said through breaths. “Who is it?” Isadora asked. Duncan looked deeply in her eyes and realised the damage he could do to her. He shouldn’t, he had too, but he can’t, but his and their life’s depend on it. What’s more important his sisters love life? Or their fucking worthless lives?!

 

“Duncan!” Violet rounded the corner and realised the other two before putting on a worried face and caught her breath. “It’s the murderer! She’s right behind us!” Violet exclaimed. Duncan there in deep shock. “Who is it?” Isadora asked again. “I told you, it’s Carmelita!” Violet lied through her teeth. “That bitch broke my arm on fucking purpose I knew it!” Quigley exclaimed. “Her being the murderer was more than a joke?!” Isadora exclaimed madly. “Yeah. She tried to kill Duncan but I protected him!” Violet said.

 

Duncan had enough. “Oh fuck off!” He yelled. “Duncan! She saved your life!” Isadora exclaimed. “No, no she fucking didn’t! She was going to fucking end it!” He yelled at Isadora. Isadora stood with shock and betrayal in her eyes, the betrayal was uncertain as she couldn’t tell who was lying and who was telling the truth. “I wasn’t trying to end it! I was saving its worthless life!” Violet covered her mouth at the slip up. Isadora stared at Violet while Quigley tried his best to shield his siblings. “Violet?” Isadora asked with tears pouring from her eyes. Realising who was telling the truth and who was lying.

 

Violet looked at the sky and scoffed. “Oh what the hell.” She said reaching in her backpack. “The fun was fun while it lasted.” She said with a grin as she aimed her grappling hook at Duncan’s chest and shot it.

Chapter 12: Chapter 12.

Notes:

Warnings:
Attempted Murder & Murder/Character Death

Duncan yelled in shock and pain as he plunged to the ground. His chest already started to bruise as scratch’s formed on his body, pouring little streaks of blood. Isadora gasped at the sudden attack. Quigley ran to Duncan screaming his name in worry, crouching before his side, trying his best to hold him with one hand.

 

Isadora turned to Violet with her mouth hanging open in surprise. Staring at her lover she slowly shook her head as if she was denying everything that was happening. Wanting to wake up from this terrible nightmare, but alas she couldn’t. This was, I’m afraid… very real.

 

Violet reloaded her grappling hook, holding it like it was gun, aiming it at Isadora with an angry frown on her face. She sighed. “I didn’t want to do that, but you forced by hand.” She said calmly. Quigley shot her an angry expression. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!” He shouted at her. She returned his exclaim with a bored expression. She sighed again, “Its simple really, I am growing tired of Duncan exclaiming I was the murderer so I’m planning to keep his mouth shut, forever.” She said with a tired expression. She was growing sick of this idiots.

 

“You’re a psychopath!” Duncan shouted at her through his whimpers of pain. Violet scoffed, “Wow! Really?! I didn’t notice!” She exaggerated with sarcasm. She turned her grappling hook to Duncan again to shoot him again.

 

“Why?” Isadora said quietly. Violet turned her eyes to her, still facing Duncan and Quigley. “Why the Fuck!” She huffed through her sentence. “Would you do this!” Isadora demanded an explanation through an angry stare, beginning to cry out of betrayal. Violet still facing the grappling hook in the direction of Duncan, turned her head towards Isadora, locking eyes with her. Giving her all of her attention.

 

“Trust me when I say I never wanted to do this, Isadora.” She said with a sigh. “But your fuck ass annoying brother-“ she went to say before being interrupted by Isadora saying. “I mean, the murders. Violet. Why the fuck would you go to the trouble of murdering the people I love! Murdering the people that other fucking people adore!” She let the flood flow out of her eyes. Her tears soaking her cheeks, she sniffled through her sentence, her whimpers making it harder for Violet to understand what she was saying.

 

Violet gave an expression of anger and scoffed with a smile. “Isn’t it obvious?! I wanted you brats to feel some fucking pain!” She yelled. “You and your perfect brothers looked so fucking happy with your complete family! With a mother and father and everything!” She waved around the grappling hook at each individual. “I never ever saw one of you actually cry real tears in your life, that is until now.” She said calmly with a sadistic look and feel. Quigley glanced at the grapple hook, he thought carefully as Isadora stared at Violet with a shock expression, her tears all dried up but her face was still wet with them. Duncan continued to groan at the pain as trying to stand on his feet.

 

“Do you know the god damn joy I felt when I saw Duncan continuously having a mental breakdown when dear old Pop died? Do you know the thrill I felt when I saw Quigley with a broken arm? Do you fucking know the fucking happiness I felt when I tore your daddy to shreds! Do you? Do you want to fucking know?!” She yelled with a psycho expression, smile plastered onto her face, grinning from cheek to cheek, giving it an instant impression.

 

Isadora suddenly felt a rush of anger pulse through her veins as she screamed and ran towards and rammed her body into Violets, knocking her down, grappling hook flying out her hand and in front of Quigley vision, which he took with caution. With a loud yell, Duncan stood up and clutched his chest, hiding behind Quigley, red was beginning to due his hands as the blood from his stomach spilled onto them. He whimpered at the sight, looking away about to throw up his guts.

 

Punch after punch, hit after hit. Isadora kept on attacking Violet, the anger she felt was something she never felt before. The thought of the murderer actually being literally under her nose and was her fucking girlfriend was sending her insane. She couldn’t believe she kissed the lips of the monster that took her father away from her and her brothers. Not to mention she hurt her brother with the fucking gift she got her! She wanted nothing more but to put an end to her so called love of her right then and there. But to her appeal, Violet was a lot stronger than she thought. As she returned the hits she gave her with her own. Isadora growing bruises and nose bleeding like it was a waterfall.

 

Violet yelped in pain as she was taken back by the grappling hook plugging into her right shoulder, knocking her over and landing on her injured shoulder, fracturing it. She screamed in pain. “Come on!” Quigley yelled at Isadora, she got up onto her feet, continuing to look back and ran after Quigley and Duncan who was limping and still clutching his chest. Violet punched her right fist into the ground, pulling her shoulder with it, she again yelled in horror at the slight pain. Now her arm was broken. She huffed and groaned as she got to her feet and using her left hand pulling her knife out of her right pocket of her jacket, her right arm went limb as she ran after the triplets.

 

***

 

11:00pm

 

Jacques sipped his tea as he researched the clues on the table in front of him. In front of him was Olivia who had deprived him of his sherif tile just so she could help, he wasn’t pissed about it but he was embarrassed to say the least. What could the harm do anyway? It’s just until the murder is solved. But at this speed it seems like it would be awhile.

 

Olivia looked over the few clues they had, they knew the culprit was a girl and was in fact a child or teenager. She sighed wondering how could a child do something so horrible, a child being a murderer isn’t very common but when it happens people are usually scared to death and full of concern on why a child would do something like this, but in this town, let’s just say there more worried of losing their personal objects like vapes or cigarettes then a literal child murderer.

 

When they went to that school, they were invited up onto the stage by the principal but only after he had finished his violin recital, which by all means probably destroyed both her and Jacques hearing, they bought along more officers with them to stand guard at the entrance door so when students come and leave the school they get their bags and pockets inspected just in case. When Olivia gave the speech she wasn’t expecting so many kids to freak out, it wasn’t until they saw the kids emptying their bags of useless shit that could kill them that they weren’t surprised by the freak out, but they were all fucking disappointed.

 

The phone rang three times before Jacques picked it up. “Police Officer Jacques here, what’s your emergency?” He asked spilling his tea a bit more. “Ah, yes well I’m calling to report a break in at the old abandoned lumber mill, four possible five kids broke into it.” Carmelita said with a smirk. Happy she could finally get these Cakesniffers in trouble. Jacques nodded, “Alright, we’ll see what’s up.” He commented putting down the down, he shook his head at Olivia. “Just a break in.” He said. Olivia looked at him concerned, “Just a break in? Just a fucking break in?” She commented. He nodded. She huffed. “Where?” “The old abandoned lumber mill, a few miles from here.” He sipped his tea. “Alright.” Olivia put on the Officer hat and stood up. “Let’s go check it out.” She walked out the station with Jacques into the police car, starting up the siren and took off.

 

***

 

11:25pm

 

Carmelita waited outside the lumber mill, standing there with a large smirk on her face she couldn’t wait to see these Cakesniffers get a stern talking to. Her eyes opened wide as she thought she could hear screaming, she shook it off as her mind playing tricks on her. Then it started occurring more and more, the yelling and screaming bouncing off each other. Carmelita started to get worried, maybe there wasn’t four or five people in there, maybe there six… against her will she ran towards the entrance. “Isadora?” She called out worriedly, “Isadora!” She called again completely against her will. “Are you alright?” She yelled out to get her attention. She stood at the entrance getting impatient, “Cakesniffers!” She yelled out. “Answer me!” She said worriedly.

 

She turned her back for a second before getting ran into by Violet. “What the fuck!” She yelled out. “Carmelita.” She huffed. “Run! Run and get the fuck out of here!” She yelled. “What are you ok about?” Carmelita returned to her snobby tone. “The murderer! It’s Duncan! You need to run, now!” Violet lied through her teeth. Carmelita was taken back by this statement. “Duncan? The crybaby? Never thought he had it in him.” She commented. “Run!” She yelled. Carmelita finally noticed her shoulder. “Holy shit.” She muttered. Blood was flowing down her arm and chest as her shoulder was practically shattered to pieces. Carmelita stood back and was about to run when she heard a shout. “Carmelita! Get away from her!” Came Isadora. “Izzy?” She said before was felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder, she started to smell a metallic smell as her shoulder was pierced by Violets knife, her blood flowing down her back.

 

She yelled in shock and pain as Violet stabbed her again, this time in the chest. “No!” Came a yell from Isadora. “Get the fuck away from her!” Isadora stood her ground and ran towards the two as she once again rammed her body into Violet and the connection of their bodies made Isadora fall onto her backside while Violets body practically flew off into the shadows as she groaned from the impact. “Carmelita!” Isadora yelled. “Dora?” Carmelita said with a groan. Isadora helped up her old friend onto her feet as they attempted to run. “You, saved me?” Carmelita said with confusion and sadness. “Why wouldn’t I?” Isadora commented. “I won’t let anyone else I care about be taken away from me.” Isadora said. Carmelita’s face let up. “You care-“ she attempted to say. “Hurry up! She’s getting back up!” Duncan called out. “Come on.” Isadora said still holding onto a limping Carmelita.

 

Violet stood with rage. “Come the fuck back here!” She shouted with anger much larger than she did a few minutes ago. She clutched her knife in her left hand as she ran the way the group did. “I’m going to get you, you brats!” She yelled, rounding the corner. Behind a few crates were the group of injured kids, Duncan and Carmelita clutching their chests, Quigley held the grappling hook close to his chest ready to aim at a passing Violet if so needed to, and Isadora clutched onto her bag holding her breath in.

 

“What the fuck did you Cakesniffers do to her, to make her hate you so much?” Carmelita asked quietly, breathing in and out. Duncan gasped loudly as he attempted to say something, but closed his mouth with his left hand. She shook his head. “I don’t know. We never did Anything to her!” Quigley yelled whispering. Carmelita her head, “Well, you must’ve done something.” She commented quietly. Isadora face grew with a terrible thought. “Many, it wasn’t us who did something…” She commented. They looked at her. “Why us?” She asked. “Why would she have a problem against us, when there are so many other kids with everything she doesn’t at school?” She quietly asked. “Probably cause we’re her friends?” Quigley said. “We weren’t always, remember? We just stared high school and Duncan ran off, he wondered into Klaus and then we met Violet and we just became fast friends.” Isadora commented. Duncan nodded kinda embarrassingly, he ran into and knocked over Klaus. One of the most embarrassing days of his life. Quigley nodded. “Right, now I remember… Violet did look shocked when we mentioned we were the Quagmires triplets…” Quigley said making Duncan sit up with shock. “Like she knew who we were…” Duncan said quietly. Isadora looked down at the bag and face hit up like the lightbulb in her head.

 

***

 

11:45pm

 

Violet felt like she was walking around in a circle, where could those brats be hiding? Not only was she looking for them but she was also looking for her brother. It hadn’t been her intent to get him involved but she’s happy with the outcome, his naivety got his friends and Carmelita stuck in this place, and nobody was coming to save them. Wait. Oh shit, the police were coming! Carmelita called them earlier, well… no matter she could always put the blame on her brother. After all, he doesn’t have a fractured shoulder but he does have bipolar. She grinned mischievously.

 

She walked around the wood cutter as she looking from left and right, sometimes looking up and looking around and down. She was starting to grow impatient, she started imagining more and more of how she would gut her dear old friends. It brought her delight to see them so frighted, so horrified, just like when their good for nothing parents made her. She wasted most of her life for this day and she wasn’t going down until she physically made the Quagmires throw up blood and have their guts spilling out from their stomachs. And Carmelita, oh… a quick slash to the throat would do, she’s always been a fucking pain.

 

Her eyes went wide when she heard movement behind the operator booth. She smiled with glee as she made her way towards the booth. She held the knife in her left hand carefully, holding it above her head ready to chop up the first person she sees. As she rounded the corner, she got hit face first with a backpack. She yelled in shock and feel to the ground, landing on her backside. Still holding her knife firmly, she looked up and yelled with anger as she saw the group running off around the corner. She got up on her feet and chased after them, she was growing sick of all this chasing around. Her right arm hanged limply at her side as her left arm was high in the air bearing the sharp knife.

 

She swung the knife over and over, getting closer and closer to the group. Duncan and Carmelita in front managed to get to the entrance and ran out to hopefully they find the police that Carmelita called earlier. Violets face grew wide as she thought of an horrible idea, she held the knife firmly as she on purposely slowed down so she could have more control as she threw the knife, letting go of it and hitting directly into Quigleys back. Quigley yelled in pain as he dropped at the sudden pressure in his back. “Quigley!” Isadora turned around and ran back to her brother. Violet got to Quigley before Isadora could, she stood above him as she grabbed the knife from his back, pulled it out and jammed it into his right arm. He screamed in horror as his already broken arm was plugged with the sharp metallic weapon. Violet chuckled as she pulled the knife back out and stabbed his arm again. Again, him returning the attack with a loud shout. Violet held up the knife again, grinning with cheek to cheek as a sudden noise stopped her. She stood above Quigley as she dropped her knife to his and hers side, Quigley tried his best to reach it and grab it before she could try anything. Violets forehead started to bleed as it was plugged by a metal bullet. Her mouth hanged open as her eyes eyed the thick red liquid that poured down her forehead, ran down her face and splattered onto her clothes and ground.

 

As her face got covered in red, her left arm turned its positive like her right one, limb. Her whole body went numb as she felt her life flashing before her eyes, she turned her attention to Isadora before falling on her knees. Isadora gave her one last stare of betrayal, anger and grief. She reloaded the gun as she shot her again, right next to the other bullet hole, right through her forehead. Violet fell to the ground, her face now covered in blood and dirt. The dirt surrounding her turned red from her crimson blood, her eyes wide with wide as her soul left her body, mouth still hanging open as blood poured out of it, same with her nose. Isadora shook with grief as she cried into her hands, letting the gun drop to the ground. Quigley hugged her with his good arm as they stood there, a few feet from where the was body.

 

They heard footsteps behind Violet, they suspected it was either Duncan or Carmelita at first but then they remembered that they left the abandoned building to find the police that Carmelita called. Quigley turned his attention to the person first and let out a gasp before covering his mouth with his hand and turning away. Isadora looked at the individual, she sighed with sadness as she locked eyes with none other than Violet little brother. Whose own face and clothes were splattered with blood, but not his. Hers. Isadora covered her mouth with her hand to cover up her sobs. “Klaus…?” She said sadly.

 

Klaus stared at them with a confused expression, as he kept looking between them and his dead sister on the floor, the knife by Violets side as his eyes went wild seeing his sisters blood form a puddle around her body. His eyes went dark as he turned his attention towards his friends, his mouth growing into a sneer. He let out one word “You.” He said with anger as fire roared within his eyes, tears came slowly down his face along with his sister’s blood. As the clock turned midnight, everything went dark as everyone in the room just realised that Violet died on her birthday.

Chapter 13: Chapter 13. (Final)

Notes:

Warnings:
Graphics Descriptions of a Dead Body, Aftermath of a Murder/Talk of Murder & Brief Mention of Suicide At End

12:00am - August 5th

 

***

 

The siren went around and around as the police car drove on the road, Olivia was searching for the sign that was made out of old chewing gum that read “Lucky Smells Lumber Mill.” The single thought of something so disgusting made Olivia throw up in her mouth. Jacques at the steering wheel, keeping his gaze in front of him and obeying the speed limit, there’s no reason to over it, it’s not like there’s any real danger at play here, just a bunch of troublemaking teenagers breaking into a abandoned building to probably do some graffiti.

 

Olivia’s eyes went wide as she finally saw the old broken down sign. “We’re here.” She said calmly as Jacques parked just outside the abandoned building. He couldn’t help but distract his gaze from the entrance of the mill to the surrounding area. All the burnt up buildings that went in flames so many years ago, he couldn’t help but feel bad for the families that had to deal with such a horrible wild fire. He wished he was there to help the survivors, but alas when the fire took place he was only around 6 or 7 years old, it’s not like he could’ve actually done anything.

 

As the two walked closer to the entrance with torches. They started to hear footsteps coming their way, at first it sounded like an animal until screams could be heard just on the other side of the old big wooden door. They both exchanged gazes covered in concern and worry, Jacques hurriedly pulled his gun out just in case while Olivia swung open the door. Then came to crashing children, a boy and a girl, the boy went to open the door himself before Olivia opened and fell to the ground with a groan. The girl that he was holding onto also fell to the ground, dirt smearing her pink dress, several scratches appearing on her knees and legs from the rocks below. She grunted in pain.

 

“Holy shit.” Jacques said with surprise, noticing the kids injury’s. The boy had a giant red mark on his shirt from what he could presume was blood, the girl also had this, her pink dress dyed rose red with marks of blood on her back and front shoulder, as if someone took a knife and pierced her with it. Olivia knelt to the ground to help the kids up. “What happened? Are you alright?!” She said worriedly, fearing the worst. The boy sat up, coughing up tears. “The… murderer!” He managed to cough out. Jacques already took off inside, gun loaded, Olivia kept to the two children and called for an ambulance.

 

“You.” Klaus said again as he couldn’t take his gaze off his sister’s bloody corpse. Isadora’s face soaked with tears as she just realised what she did, she knew it was for a good reason but god! Did it fucking hurt seeing not only her lover dead on the dirty floor but also see her baby brother stare shockingly at her corpse with his own waterfall soaking his face. His eyes kept going back and forth between his sister’s dead body to the bloody knife on the ground, to the fucking gun that Isadora dropped out of pure shock to Quigley who was hunched over to the side ready to throw up his lunch.

 

“Klaus….” Isadora said slowly, he didn’t even stare at her, he rested his hand on his face to only be greeted with his sisters blood that splattered on him in the crossfire, he closed his eyes and breathed heavily as he dropped to his knees with a choked back sob, covering his face up with his hands as he cried into them. Isadora stared at him with a pitiful expression, her tears seemed never ending cause as soon as they dried up the more that came after.

 

“I…” she didn’t know what to say to make this better. She was at a crossroads, Klaus muttered something that she couldn’t hear. “I’m… sorry… I…” Isadora tried to say something but she felt whatever was about to come out would be interrupted wrong. Klaus’s face shot up at her with an angry, crazed expression. “What the fuck did you just do!” He yelled at her as he knelt beside Violet and attempted to pick her up but dropped her out of fright when he saw the gun shot wound and the amount of blood the poured out of her skull. He screamed as he cried into his hands. Isadora looked away as she couldn’t take this anymore. Quigleys face shot up when he saw a light coming their way.

 

Jacques made around the corner as fast as he could when he heard the blood curdling scream that came from Klaus, when he saw the sight in front of him he didn’t know what he was expecting but it was for saw not fucking this. He huffed as he breathed in and out, taking in the sight as he stepped closer. “Officer…” Quigley attempted to say in a whisper, it was enough to get Isadora’s attention. “Jacques…” Isadora said quietly looking at him with complete fright in her eyes. “What happened?” He asked as it was his protocol to. Isadora cried as she attempted to say what happened so Quigley said it for her. “Violet. Violet’s the murderer…” he said through slow breaths. Klaus’s eyes shot open when hearing this but still kept his gaze on his dead sister.

 

“Violet?” Jacques said slowly as he walked closer to the body. He turned his head away when he saw the sight, she had a fractured arm which was completely drenching her clothes in red. The wound in her head didn’t make it any better, Jacques even almost confused her for Carrie for a sec, he was going to comment on it but thought it was best not to. He huffed and looked to the boy, almost barely recognising him. “Klaus?” The boy didn’t look up. “It’s Officer Jacques Snicket. The officer that helped you with the fire…” he said slowly, not wanting to upset the boy any further. “I… I’m here to help….” He said in a whisper. Klaus sniffled, “You’re too late…” the boy sniffled quietly which only Jacques was able to hear. “You’re always too fucking late…!” Klaus stood up and run as fast as he could away from the sight with his tears flying off his cheeks. “Klaus!” Jacques attempted to call out. “Fuck…” he muttered. Covering his mouth with his hand. Quigley wrapped an arm around Isadora as Isadora hugged him for comfort. Jacques walked to them. “What exactly happened here?” He asked.

 

***

 

12:30am

 

The ambulance arrived shortly after the explanation that was given to Jacques, he was basically sobbing himself. He told Olivia what happened and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she didn’t know what to think. At one hand her sister’s murderer was dead and she was more than glad about it but… that murderer is a fucking child. And now that child is also dead, and she couldn’t help but cry.

 

Isadora was the last to get checked for her injuries, she sat there, tears all dried up but her face was still so full of emotion. Duncan’s chest had been bandaged up, Carmelita’s shoulder was wrapped up, and Quigleys already broken arm was a-sided a new cast seeing as the old one was covered in his blood from Violets knife. Duncan looked around for Klaus but it looks like he already took off before the ambulance arrived. He sighed as he wished that things didn’t go this way. He had never been more regretful in his life, catching onto Violet being the murderer and calling her out was the single most stupidest thing he’s ever done, now she was dead, he’s all bandaged up, his siblings are all wrapped up, Carmelita got hurt and now Klaus probably doesn’t want to speak to him anymore. He let a few tears full as he couldn’t take it anymore. Quigley wrapped his hood arm around Duncan in comfort and let him cry into his shoulder.

 

Carmelita sat down next to Isadora when she was done. She stuttered out, “Thank you…” she said softly. Isadora looked at her confused. “You… you really saved my selfish ass back there… you really didn’t need to.” Carmelita admitted. Isadora shock her head, “No, Carmelita as much as a hate to admit, you’re my… friend and… I couldn’t loose you too.” Isadora replied with a smile. Carmelita shot her a small smile before returning to her selfish smirk. “Well. Looks like a finally have something proper to make fun of you for.” She chuckled, Isadora giggled. “Right back at you.” She muttered. Carmelita hopped down when she saw her parent’s car pull up. “Bye, Izzy.” Carmelita said softly as she walked away, “Bye, Caramel.” She replied with her own nickname. She saw Carmelita’s parents running up to her, her mother hugging her in thankfulness and father staring at her with hope in his eyes. Isadora smiled but then turned to frown as she wanted that, for her parents to roll up in their car and hug her and her siblings in thankfulness and hope, but… alas they cannot. She sighed as she looked at Officer Jacques.

 

“Jacques..?” She said as he turned his head in surprise at the sudden mention of his name. “Yeah?” He said softly. “Have they found our mother yet?” Isadora asked him, Duncan and Quigley walked up to the conversation that was aspiring between them. They both had the same look on Isadora’s face. Hope. They hoped she was ok, and that she would roll up in her car to embrace them through tears. Jacques sighed sadly. “I’m sorry… we haven’t found her yet…” he replied make meekly. All the hope suddenly left all three triplets eyes, as they stared at the ground with hurt.

 

“But until she’s found you three you be living with assigned guardian until there’s proper information about your mother’s whereabouts.” Jacques replied to them with a smile. “And who would that be?” Quigley asked him. Jacques turned to him. “Your Aunt Esmé.” He said. Duncan groaned. “Not her…” he turned away with his arms folded. Quigley chuckled in response to his child like behavior. Isadora smiled in response, “Thanks for telling us.” Jacques nodded and walked off. “She’s not even our Aunt. She’s just mom’s friend of her friends, friend.” Duncan muttered under his breath. “She’s not that bad.” Quigley replied. “Yes she is! She only cares about what’s In or what’s Out, and not to mention that she gave me a pinstripe suit for by 7th birthday that was far to big for me. And! When she babysittered us that one time she gave us Salmon faved soup, I hate soup! And not to mention we’re allergic to fucking fish!” Duncan complained. “You’re just a big baby.” Quigley replied. “You only hate her cause she loves me more.” He said with a smirk. “She calls you “Quiggleforth.” Duncan said which made his blood boil. Isadora chuckled at the sight of her brother fighting.

 

She turned her attention to the ambulance table that contained Violets body perfectly laid out, sheet covering her face to keep staring eyes away from the gruesome sight. Isadora gave a frown and closed her eyes for a sec as she made her way to Olivia. “We’re innocent.” She felt she needed to clarify incase there was a wrong idea anywhere. Olivia stared at her with a sad smile. “I know you are. You would be charged with 1st degree murder but seeing as you were only defending yourself, your siblings and friends that charge has been removed from your list.” Isadora gave a sigh of relief. “Thank god.” She walked away to her siblings.

 

“Isadora, we’ve come up with a plan to run away from Esme.” Quigley said. “What?” Isadora chuckled in return, “I thought you were the one to say “she was fine.” She chuckled. Quigley gave her a cross stare. “That was until I remembered the horrible nickname she gave me!” Isadora laughed in response. “Quiggleforth?” She snorted out. Quigley nodded. “Yeah… nah! We’re not running away.” She said which Quigley returned with a sob and looked to the ground in defeat. Duncan went up to her, “Isadora?” She looked at him. “Did you think Klaus will be ok?” He asked, she gave him a shocked look at first, not expecting that to be the question he had for her. She returned him with a small smile. “I’m sure he’ll be ok, he’ll realise it was for the greeter good, eventually…” she said assuring him. “I hope so… I just don’t want him to hate me…” he replied sadly. “Why would he hate you?” She asked him, putting her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. He took a deep breath, “I’m the one that discovered his sister was the murderer, and I called her out on it.” He crossed his eyes in a sad state. “What if he blames me for her death?” He started to cry. “No! No.. no.. no…” she said assuring him. “If anything, he blames me… I was the gun with the gun.” She took his hands into her hands with a sad expression. “I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.” She said with a smile. Duncan sniffled. “Yeah… ok…” he turned away.

 

Jacques walked over to them. “I called up Mrs. Squalor to inform her on what’s happened, she’s more than glad to take care of you kids for a while.” Duncan and Quigley groaned in response. “Thank you, Jacques.” Isadora said softly with a smile. “At least Jerome’s nice…” Duncan said with a grouchy tone. “Come on you bunch of crybabies.” Isadora said to them walking to the police car. “I-“ Duncan stuttered out running off after her. “You’ve cried more times than we have in the past 24 hours!” Quigley called out walking slightly behind. “Hurry up, Quiggleforth!” Isadora called out to him. “More like Quiggleslow!” Duncan laughed at him. “I’ll have your heads for this exclaim!” He said sitting next to Duncan and closing the door behind him. The police car drove off into the night as the time hit 1am in the morning. Duncan and Quigley already sound asleep resting on each other’s shoulders as Isadora stared at the night sky, the clouds passing by covering the moon and stars. She sighed as she knelt back in the seat just like her brothers was fast asleep. She just hoped that Klaus was ok. She didn’t want another death on her hands, especially if it’s by note.

Notes:

Fic 1 is done! I’ll be back for part 2 sometimes during Halloween month maybe. :)

Notes:

Hopefully I’ll have the next chapter out soon :)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Unfortunate (Asoue Horror AU)