Secrets: An Untold Story:
Chapter One: The Package and The Letter:
Robin was sitting on his couch flipping through his TV channels bored out of his mind when there was a knock on his apartment door. Placing the remote upon the coffee table he went to answer the door. Looking through the peephole he could see the mailman looking as stern as ever.
He sighed and opened the door, " hello, sir, how are you today?", he tried to be as polite as possible afraid to upset the mailman even further.
"I just have a package here for you sir", the mailman gestured to the medium sized package at his feet, "you just have to sign here", he gave Robin a package delivery order receipt to sign.
Robin took the order receipt and shuffled through it trying to find the sender's information and came up empty. So, he signed the papers and handed them back to the mailman who in turn handed him the package and a heavy, thick envelope.
The mailman bid his ado and left some how a little more annoyed than when he arrived. It hadn't occurred to Robin that it was a different mailman until he set down the package and letter on his coffee table and shut his door and realized that the mailman's outfit was from a completely different time period...maybe the mid-nineteen-thirties or forties.
It hadn't occurred to Robin that it was a different mailman until he set down the package and letter on his coffee table and shut his door and realized that the mailman's outfit was from a completely different time period...maybe the mid-nineteen-thirties or forties.
Sighing, Robin dead bolted and chained the door and sat cross legged on the couch studying the letter, envelope and all. The letter itself felt like it weighed a ton compared to the package that weighed at least thirty-five kilograms (about 77 pounds). upon opening the letter the weight itself came from the twelve centimeters round and five-inch tall statuette of a penguin. He set the penguin statuette down on the coffee table and read the letter. The letter read as follows
Dear Robin,
I'm sorry if Mosley startled you for I was hoping to deliver this letter myself and thought better of it. I was hoping that you would meet me tonight by midnight. All you have to do is go to a Chinatown alley (the third one preferably) and walk right through the bricks into my world. All you have to do is close your eyes and envision your character from the hit Fox Television show (you know which show I am talking about already) and walk straight forward. Don't worry you'll be fine if you believe that is.
Before you make your decision and enter my word I want you bring with what I have given you. Oh, and please humor me by wearing the outfit just for the night. It would make me so happy to see you in what I picked out for you. I can't wait to meet you tonight. please don't keep me waiting.
Sincerely,
O.C.C.
P.S. Don't wear your wedding ring. We don't want to lose it now, would we?
Robin read the letter over and over again in disbelief that his character had written a letter to him of all people. A normal person would say that it was a fan writing to him, however, this didn't seem to be the case. The letter was too sophisticated and short to be a fan's letter and no fan would be writing about 'world hopping' or 'alternate universe hopping'...would they though?
Puzzled he carefully placed the letter back into its envelope and set it aside next to the statuette of a penguin. He then turned his attention to the package. He fetched his box cutter and cut opened the package carefully as to not ruin the outdated packaging. He carefully removed and layout the contents of the package as follows
- One three piece suit with cuff links, a brocade tie, and shoes as well as black dress socks.
- One top hat and pair of white dinner gloves
- One walking cane with an umbrella design carved in the hand piece
- One Pocket watch and chain
- And one small yet oddly heavy painting of a young boy with raven black short spiky hair, a slightly beaked nose and piercing ice-blue eyes adorned with a three piece suit and a young woman with long, bouncy, curly blonde hair, a romantically plump nose, and soft gray eyes. She was adorned with a soft beige and tan wispy dress. Her lips curved into a soft delicate smile as the boy seemed to deeply frown as he slightly brooded over being painted in a portrait.
Robin sat on the couch marveling over the portrait and how beautifully painted it was. The portrait and the suit and accessories and the letter and the statuette didn't seem real at all. The whole situation felt like a dream. A dream he didn't want to wake up from. A dream he just wanted to stay in forever and escape the monstrosities of the world that was slowly crumbling around him.
To Be Continued...
