Post by Tiago James Squalor on Jul 17, 2011 16:17:08 GMT -5
Author's Disclaimer: CHAPTER TWELVE is in the previous page's bottom.
The drive away from Bright Avenue was uneventful, and the Baudelaires had even found it in themselves to fall asleep. They were tired, and emotionally drained, having seen a close friend snatched away by villains once more, as if they hadn’t had more than their share of that. When the littlest Baudelaire finally woke up, before her elder siblings, she saw the dark stone stern building of 667 Dark Avenue outside. ‘Violet!’ Beatrice called, pulling on Violet’s sleeve. Opening her eyes, Violet looked outside. ‘667 Dark Avenue.’ A chill ran down her spine. She did not have enough nice memories of that place, and when our bad memories of a location outnumber the good ones, we tend to avoid the place. Violet wanted nothing more than be safe and warm inside the enormous and comfortable home of the Fulfillments, with Cindry, and Desmon and Audrey and perhaps live there forever, and see her brother marry Cindry in the future, and join the families of Fulfillment and Baudelaire. Violet wanted to wait out and see if the troubles of the world and V.F.D. would forget her and her family and friends, and leave them alone to live their lives in Thriller Park. She knew it was pleasant dream, however, and nothing more. ‘You’ve never been here.’ Violet said to her little adoptive sister. ‘So you can’t possibly be as scared as I am to go back in there.’ Violet saw the doors open. She looked into Beatrice’s green eyes. ‘You remember what we told you about this place?’ She asked.
‘Dai.’ Beatrice said, and nodded in confirmation. Violet needed not a translation. The stranger with dark glasses and his purple scarf was outside talking to a beautiful lady in an exquisite white kimono with pink floral patterns. She had dark hair, and beautiful brown eyes. ‘That lady looks like a princess.’ Violet commented. ‘Peach.’ Beatrice said. Violet didn’t really understand what Beatrice meant by ‘Peach.’ But she agreed nevertheless.
The stranger in the scarf turned around and with a wave of his hand, invited Violet ou of the bus. She woke Klaus and Sunny, who were still asleep. They grabbed their things and got out of the bus and to the curb. The stranger walked past them. ‘She will help you, Baudelaires. I must go now. But we’ll meet again, I hope. Until then, cheerio.’ He said. This time, Violet could definetely qualify the voice as male, as the stranger’s scarf had lowered a bit, letting his voice through more. ‘Who is he?’ Violet asked the lady. ‘Oh. He’s…A friend of mine.’ She said, smiling. She was wearing a kimono, but she wasn’t asian. Her dark hair was tied in a bun behind her head, with two large fringes that framed her fair face. ‘So, we meet at last, Baudelaires. I’ve always wanted to make your acquaintance. Do you have the brooches?’ She asked Violet. ‘Oh, yes. Where are them, Klaus?’ Violet asked her brother. ‘Oh.’ Klaus removed the purple velvet pouch and from it, the four golden brooches. ‘Pin them on your clothes…well, your Halloween costumes.’ The Baudelaires did so. ‘This insignia…What does it mean?’ The lady in the white kimono smiled. ‘Look up, Baudelaires.’ She pointed to the side of the gilded entrance of 667 Dark Avenue. There, the Baudelaires saw something that answered Klaus question, yet created even more questions.
‘We are the volunteers of 667 Dark Avenue. We are the 667er’s. And you are safe as long as you stay with us. Nice to meet you. I am Emma Squalor.’
The Baudelaires’ minds were reeling with questions as they entered 667 Dark Avenue once more. But they believed Emma. They felt safe. They were safe. At least for as long as they stayed there, Emma said. And she was more than right.
Chapter Thirteen
The drive away from Bright Avenue was uneventful, and the Baudelaires had even found it in themselves to fall asleep. They were tired, and emotionally drained, having seen a close friend snatched away by villains once more, as if they hadn’t had more than their share of that. When the littlest Baudelaire finally woke up, before her elder siblings, she saw the dark stone stern building of 667 Dark Avenue outside. ‘Violet!’ Beatrice called, pulling on Violet’s sleeve. Opening her eyes, Violet looked outside. ‘667 Dark Avenue.’ A chill ran down her spine. She did not have enough nice memories of that place, and when our bad memories of a location outnumber the good ones, we tend to avoid the place. Violet wanted nothing more than be safe and warm inside the enormous and comfortable home of the Fulfillments, with Cindry, and Desmon and Audrey and perhaps live there forever, and see her brother marry Cindry in the future, and join the families of Fulfillment and Baudelaire. Violet wanted to wait out and see if the troubles of the world and V.F.D. would forget her and her family and friends, and leave them alone to live their lives in Thriller Park. She knew it was pleasant dream, however, and nothing more. ‘You’ve never been here.’ Violet said to her little adoptive sister. ‘So you can’t possibly be as scared as I am to go back in there.’ Violet saw the doors open. She looked into Beatrice’s green eyes. ‘You remember what we told you about this place?’ She asked.
‘Dai.’ Beatrice said, and nodded in confirmation. Violet needed not a translation. The stranger with dark glasses and his purple scarf was outside talking to a beautiful lady in an exquisite white kimono with pink floral patterns. She had dark hair, and beautiful brown eyes. ‘That lady looks like a princess.’ Violet commented. ‘Peach.’ Beatrice said. Violet didn’t really understand what Beatrice meant by ‘Peach.’ But she agreed nevertheless.
The stranger in the scarf turned around and with a wave of his hand, invited Violet ou of the bus. She woke Klaus and Sunny, who were still asleep. They grabbed their things and got out of the bus and to the curb. The stranger walked past them. ‘She will help you, Baudelaires. I must go now. But we’ll meet again, I hope. Until then, cheerio.’ He said. This time, Violet could definetely qualify the voice as male, as the stranger’s scarf had lowered a bit, letting his voice through more. ‘Who is he?’ Violet asked the lady. ‘Oh. He’s…A friend of mine.’ She said, smiling. She was wearing a kimono, but she wasn’t asian. Her dark hair was tied in a bun behind her head, with two large fringes that framed her fair face. ‘So, we meet at last, Baudelaires. I’ve always wanted to make your acquaintance. Do you have the brooches?’ She asked Violet. ‘Oh, yes. Where are them, Klaus?’ Violet asked her brother. ‘Oh.’ Klaus removed the purple velvet pouch and from it, the four golden brooches. ‘Pin them on your clothes…well, your Halloween costumes.’ The Baudelaires did so. ‘This insignia…What does it mean?’ The lady in the white kimono smiled. ‘Look up, Baudelaires.’ She pointed to the side of the gilded entrance of 667 Dark Avenue. There, the Baudelaires saw something that answered Klaus question, yet created even more questions.
‘We are the volunteers of 667 Dark Avenue. We are the 667er’s. And you are safe as long as you stay with us. Nice to meet you. I am Emma Squalor.’
The Baudelaires’ minds were reeling with questions as they entered 667 Dark Avenue once more. But they believed Emma. They felt safe. They were safe. At least for as long as they stayed there, Emma said. And she was more than right.