A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Forgotten File [Book the Fifteenth]

Chapter 5

Laura Baudelaire

"How come he knows us? Wake up!" Klara said, alarmed, and started shaking the guy.

"What the hell Klara!" I shouted and pulled her away from the guy. At the same moment, the guy woke up, startled.

"Holy shiz!" He exclaimed with surpise when he saw us. "Are you. . . the Baudelaires and Quagmires?" He asked and blinked.

"How do you know us? Who are you?! What the hell --" Klad covered Klara's mouth before she can say anything stupid.

"I-I'm a volunteer. . ." He sighed. "And your parents are in deep trouble."

"What trouble?" Quill asked with his eyebrows raised. "And what do you mean you're a volunteer?"

The guy bowed his head and didn't look straight into our eyes. "That's something you should ask your parents about -- not me, I have no rights. But right now, you have to come with m-me. . . your parents have been captured by our enemies and if you won't save them in time, they, will be killed."

He then looked at us, until his eyes landed on me. He had this shiny eyes that looked very familiar -- and mesmerizing. . .

"H-How do we know that we can trust you?" I finally asked.

"Well. . ." His eyes started to wander off. "My parents are comrades with yours. And they're captured as well."

Liar. He looks like his lying, the way his eyes wander off and he couldn't even look straight at us when he's talking. Besides, I don't trust any person we find underneath the passageway of our house.

"Fine." But I said. "We'll go with you." He looked relieved and was about to speak up when I raised the dagger I was still holding and pointed it at his neck.

"But don't do anything stupid." I said threateningly and his eyes widened in surprise. He shook his head before I slowly put down the dagger.

"Your name?" Vivian asked.

"Timothy." The guy said and glanced at me with fear.

"Timothy what? Don't tell me you don't have a last name?" Klara said and rolled his eyes.

Timothy sighed. "Squalor. My name is Timothy Squalor."

~*~

"I don't trust him." Klad said when I went to the kitchen with him.

"Neither do I, but if our parents are really in danger then we better believe him." I said and opened a can of coke before jugging it all up.

"You really frightened him back there."

"I know --"

"And I think he looks so into you." I spitted out the liquid in my mouth to the sink when I heard what Klad said. He laughed heartily and I gave him a glare before wiping my mouth with the coke I have spit.

"Shut up." I said and rolled my eyes before throwing him the half-empty can of coke.

He caught it and drank it up as well. "But seriously, have you seen the way he stared at you? I don't know if he's scared or attracted, or maybe both?"