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Post by counto on Mar 3, 2021 4:23:56 GMT -5
(Title): The Villain of The Story (Rating): PG-13+ (Genres): Tragedy, Drama, Angst
Prologue
Dear Mother, I wish I could've met you but now your dead.
I'm sorry to tell you dear readers but your usual narrator cannot be with us today, due to unforeseen circumstances involving food poisoning.
My name is Beatrice, Beatrice Baudelaire II. And I'm afraid that what I'm about to tell will unveil quite a revelation. A word which here means a surprisingly unknown fact that has been disclosed to others. For example the unfortunate case of the Baudelaire Orphans which took place years ago before I was born. Those being familiar with my famous uncle, would know that the last we left off was when I was born on the Island. That same day my mother died due to complications.
After that my adopted siblings and I left the Island a year after I was born. However our story does not focus on them, but rather a certain one eyebrow miscreant known as Count Olaf. Despite never meeting him in person, I have been told by others of what he was like when alive (most of it was unpleasant). In life he was a villainous arsonist actor who pursued my siblings for their family's fortune following their parents death.
Using various faulty disguises he chased after them, often killing anyone that stood in his way. However Olaf was unsuccessful each time when trying to obtain the fortune. Eventually Olaf meet his demise when he was harpooned in the stomach. He was buried next to my mother on the Island, each year I visit to pay my respects.
But that is only half the story. Following an extensive amount of research as an adult, I've compiled the complete chronology story of Count Olaf's life dating back years before the events of the Baudelaire Orphans. This is The Villain of The Story.
Be warned though readers, for this story does not have any happy beginnings, happy middles or happy endings. If you wish to read something more uplifting like a boy that goes to a magical school, please do so.
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Post by R. on Mar 3, 2021 5:02:45 GMT -5
Love the Harry Potter reference! Lol
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Post by counto on Mar 5, 2021 4:58:33 GMT -5
Chapter One: The Birth of Count Olaf
It was a beautiful day in the City, as many of it's citizens were a buzz over the recent news: a new baby was born. Now normally not many people would take much interest in this kind of case. Babies being born everyone day. For many this is considered normal. However this case was different. The child in question was a son of a great Count and Countess who lived there. The Count and Countess were very wealthy and very popular among the City's populace.
The couple were original from a foreign country but fled due to a war that took place sometime before their child's birth. Count Erik Alexander Olaf XII or Count Olaf Sr as most people called him for short was a young man with fiery red hair with a goatee, side burns and bushy Walrus moustache. His wife Countess Octavia Olaf or Countess Olaf was a young beautiful woman with long flowing auburn hair and bright blue piercing eyes.
The two whom were engaged to be married by their parents in their home country, had come to the City with nothing but their clothes on their backs when the war started. But despite their hardships at first, they soon became the City's Fourth Most Important Financial Advisers. They had built a beautiful house with a tower and a carving of an eye on the front door. For a long time they lived peacefully together. Respected by their friends and neighbours.
Who in return gave the City many things like various exotic plants for the Royal Gardens, help fund the City's Fire Department and preformed in many plays for charity. The Count who could deliver any line without fail and the Countess who's singing voice was like that of an angel. Indeed the Count and Countess were very happy and much more when news came that were to be parents. It was that day (nine months later) at Hippocrates Hospital where our story begins.
"Push, darling push!" the commanding voice of Count Olaf Sr was directed to his wife in labour. Countess Olaf laying on the hospital bed with sweat pouring down her forehead and breathing heavily as her husband held her hand tightly. "Your doing very well, just one more push ought to do it!" The Doctor said. "Push, Push!" Closing her eyes the countess let out one last long howl of pain as she gave the final push. After a few seconds their was complete silence, until that silence was broken by the cry of a newborn baby.
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" The nurse making fast work washed and bundled the baby up, handing him to the mother's open arms. Countess and Count Olaf looked down upon their newborn child. He shared his mother's eyes and father's one long eyebrow. The baby looking up at his parents smiled, his tiny hand touches her mother's index finger. "He's beautiful." Octavia whispered. "Just like his mother." Olaf Sr whispered back, giving her a kiss.
"So what shall we name him?" Octavia asked her husband. "We shall name him after my father and his father before that, Eric Alexander Olaf XIII. Count Olaf Jr for short." Olaf Sr decided. And with the name settled, they returned home with Olaf Jr. Little did they know, what events would unfold.
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Post by counto on Mar 5, 2021 22:14:51 GMT -5
Chapter Two: An Unwelcome Guest
Eight weeks had passed since Count Olaf Jr's birth and guests all around the City had gathered to see the child on his Sip and See. A See and Sip, much like a Baby Shower is a social gathering where family members or close friends come meet their child in person. I myself the author have never had the pleasure of having a Sip and See as an infant, but I can only imagine what it was. The grand ballroom decorated, fancy delicacies and tonic drinks served to guests and people dressed in their Sunday Best dancing to the slow music of violinists.
That evening cars rolled up to the street lining behind almost a mile long. All of the City's biggest names and entire fire department came around 6:07 AM wearing the latest fashion of the time. Count Olaf Sr welcomed his guests personally at door into the parlour. First were the Baudelaire's, second was the Montgomery's and their pet anaconda, third was the Denouements who's wife glowed with a radiance on her skin, forth came the Poe's both smoking cigars in hand.
Followed by the Spats, the Kornbluths and the Squalor's. The Countess being an orphan adopted by her husband's family who died during the war, invited many of her own close friends as well. Soon everyone arrived and the party was in full swing. Guests danced together in pairs doing the Charleston and the Jitterbug. Other party goers would try and sample enough free food at the buffet table, cramming some of contents into their jacket pockets to take home.
Count Olaf Jr who was nestled up in his open crib was busy starring up the stranger's faces looking down at him in awe. "Oh, he's so cute!" A woman carrying a martini in hand gushed over. "Look at his eyes, such a bright blue colour just like his mother's!" Another woman next to her added. "Yes, I'm sure he'll be quite an exceptional young man when he's older." A man with cigar lowing smoke near the baby's face. "What an adorable little babe." An older lady who leaned in to pinched his left cheek hard.
Fortunately the boy's mother ushered the leering spectators away from her child before he would start crying. Octavia lifted Olaf Jr in her arms, who wrapped his arms around the neck of her shoulders. At 9:14 AM Count Olaf Sr clinked his glass with a silver spoon lightly, the guests chatter ceased turning their attention to the hosts. "I'd just like to say, me and my wife would like to thank you for coming tonight. This is very special day for all of us!" Olaf Sr announced.
"Yes, thank you. And thank you for all these very wonderful gifts." Octavia motioned to a large table of numerous gifts. "I'm sure little Olaf will love them!" Olaf Jr let out a noise of happiness/joy at hearing this which made everybody else giggle. The fire chief raised his glass "A toast to little Olaf!" "Cheers!" Everyone followed suit. People started clapping and took a sip from their glass. The clapping soon calmed down, but one clapper stood out.
It was a slow clap. A slow clap is often seen as a form of mockery or heckling towards another person. Which was directed towards the hosts, guests turned casting their attention to the source of this rude clapper. In the crowd a tall man with long dark black beard and balding head. His eyes were blocked by small black glasses, covering up his true eye colour. Some guests gasped and gave a hard gulp of their martini upon looking towards him.
Count Olaf Sr looked at him with both surprise and anger, Countess Octavia cradled her baby closer to her chest in fear. "What're you doing here?!" Olaf Sr barked at him. The man's serious face turned to a long toothy crooked smile like a certain type of cat. "Really now, is that anyway to treat your dear brother?" He spoke in a rasped snide. "Half brother, you are no brother of mine." Olaf Sr growled in return. His smile slightly fell. "No, I suppose not by blood we aren't. But we do share the same father."
"Bastard." Olaf Sr shot back.
Bastard, a word which here means someone who is unpleasant or despicable in a curse word. It also means someone who doesn't know their own birth parents. Olaf Sr used both of these terms to describe his half brother before him. "Bastard? Ha, never took you use such colourful vocabulary. Let alone in front of your wife and child." He snorted in amusement. He soon started proceed walking towards them, Octavia with Olaf Jr got behind Olaf Sr as he shielded them both.
"You shouldn't be here Balthazar, you should be imprisoned!" Olaf Sr proclaimed. "I've been released early on parole, pardoned for my crimes. The judges has deemed me reformed after spending 4 years behind bars and that life sentencing was inhumane in my case. I know I can never make it up to the people have hurt, but I'm changed man now. I've even started studying for law while incarcerated. And I hope that you can look into your heart to welcome me into your family." Balthazar feigning forgiveness.
"Lie! Your a traitor Quisling! You betray the organisation and you'll never change! No matter how many years in prison you spend!" Olaf Sr roared in anger.
Balthazar Quisling's smile completely vanished and was replaced with a meaning scowl. "I suppose your right, I will never change. But if you think that you can just leave me to rot in prison forever, well than your out of your god damned mind." Speaking with venomous tone in his voice. The two were now face to face with each other, not breaking eye contact. Quisling looked right behind Olaf Sr where Octavia stood cradling Olaf Jr with dear life.
Slowly his smile came back and looked towards the child she was holding. "My my, is what a healthy looking baby." Eyeing as a vulture would eye it's prey before eating it. Moving pass Olaf Sr he turned his advances to Octavia who was backing up as he stepped closer. Holding out his arms as if he were horror movie monster reaching out to grab his next victim toward her. "Won't you let me hold him?" Quisling rasped with mock hurt. Octavia shook her head vigorously to emphasise "No".
(Rest of Chapter 2 coming soon)
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Post by Dante on Mar 6, 2021 9:03:25 GMT -5
This is very familiar. Have you posted this somewhere before?
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Post by counto on Mar 6, 2021 18:21:54 GMT -5
Nope, this is my first time
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Post by counto on Nov 23, 2021 20:08:45 GMT -5
Yes I'd say it looks fairly accurate. Hey Semblance, do you think you do a drawing for Persephone for the next chapter?
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Post by counto on Nov 24, 2021 18:38:04 GMT -5
Sure. Will you send her description before hand, or after the chapter is released? It doesn't effect me much either way. Ok, so Persephone is sixteen years old, has short dark black hair and grey eyes. Her clothing is a Gothic style black dress with fishnets covering her arms and legs. The fashion is a mix between Victorian 1800's and 1980's punk clothing. I describe her personality similar to Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice the Musical. She's also of like the anti-Violet Baudelaire in a way too.
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Post by counto on Nov 24, 2021 22:25:50 GMT -5
Understood, thank you. Should I send the finished product to you privately, or here? Privately please
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Post by HAL 10,000 on Nov 26, 2021 11:10:05 GMT -5
Who's Persephone's mother? Also, is the cigar-smoking man Sir?
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Post by counto on Nov 27, 2021 17:40:08 GMT -5
Who's Persephone's mother? Also, is the cigar-smoking man Sir? The answer to your first question is in the uploaded chapters in A Series of Unexpected Events and as for the cigar smoking man being Sir, that's my little secret
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