something was terribly off, jacques felt anxious all of sudden and jacques snicket never felt anxious about anything. only kit and lemony felt such things but not him— never him. he was sure of himself and all of his missions. yet, here it was, the shift behind closed eyes —- lily !
he almost couldn’t bear the feeling, his heart beating abnormally fast between his rip cage , his pules drumming inside his ear like an angry river crashing down rock beds. it made all his senses sharper , it felt like he was set on fire. lemony had left as well : of course he did, always did so when it came to a certain girl named beatrice.
a girl to die for, so jacques knew himself, she had it all. and poor lemony had given his all to her. when his younger brother came back without lily : another girl to die for! he knew ! he could see it in his younger brother’s face, something did happen to her. his brainwaves were fast never calmed, no time to calm down now, thinking, thinking and plotting, already even though he did not know what happened.
then came the loud pang! the earthquake that shook his world, crashed down everything before his mismatched eyes. olaf — of course! he should have known. jac snicket needed to take action as quick as possible, needed to find her and bring her back.
his eyes were on his brother, fixing him into the seat next to him “ lem, tell me what happened, everything, every little detail is important now” and for the fist time the roughness and jacques’ voice made his little brother jump.
there was no way to tell exactly how long she’d been unconscious for; in fact, for the first few moments, she didn’t even remember she’d been kidnapped, brain slowly waking up processing what had happened. and when it did, the adrenaline kicked in -- olaf, petunia! where was she? how long had she been out for? was jac all right?
she looked around the room she was in, dimly lit, if you could call it that. the only light source was coming from a crack in the door, just wide enough for someone to slip something through. the floor and the walls were made of stone, it seemed, as she reached out to see how much room she had -- it wasn’t very much, walls closing in on every side a few inches from where she sat. a way, she assumed, to make sure she didn’t escape. there was no room to, nothing to use to aid in her breaking out. and still, no clues, no reason WHY they would have taken her, not really.
while yes, she was a member of VFD, rarely did they go around kidnapping opposing members. children, sure. enemies? no. each faction was hellbent on causing them pain, yes, but more importantly, they were interested in killing them off.
is that what this was, then? a prelude to her execution? she had no fortune to give them; petunia and the aunts had seen to that, many years ago. and she would offer no information, even under the most rigorous of torturing.
she only hoped jac realized she was gone; perhaps, if he could find her, he could get her out of here before her body ended up charred in the remains of some old building.
