"# Da da da da deup' dee #"
"# And the world seemed a restless pla-a-a-ace #"
"# Something som' something' som' dee doo #"
"Ah, crap. I forgot the lyrics. Of the song. Eh. It's not like I knew them.
"Oh, hey guys! I'm... uh... call me Paul... or Toad... or Carol. You know what? Call me... er... Mar-co? Marco. That's right. Call me Marco.
"I will be your narrator. I will guide you through this mystical, magical place known as... Earth. Well... sort of... the city of Garrett to be specific.
"This is where, tonight, a ton of random shit will happen. Starting tonight."
"I mean of course... I just said it would be... tonight, so..."
"Bye!"
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· Matt (Chuy) ·
· Rachel ·
· Pablo ·
· with the 'Man in Black' ·
· and Marco ·
"Garrett"
A Series of Unsolved Mysteries
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An Unexpected Visitor
Written by R. Flores
and Cyranno W. Kelbrid
Part One
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Day One_
"Well, we're here get off. Go."
A teenage boy gets out of a small black car parked at the side of a driveway. He holds the door open for another teenager, as well as a tennage girl. The three all stand by the car on the sidewalk as the first teenager closes the door.
"Um... Chuy, what is this place you call a house?"
The first teenager looks at the teenage girl with a scowl.
"Oi! Stop calling me that, use my name, Rachel. I'm not putting up with your incessant bullcrap again. You know that."
"Whatever, man. I just wanna go to update my Snapchat. Yo, where does one even get Wi-Fi here, I mean--".
Stepping forward, the first teenager faces the girl.
"I SAID, QUIET!"
Rachel stands silently on the sidewalk having to cover her eyes from the blinding sunlight overhead.
Satisfied, the first teenager goes towards the car and retrieved briefcases and luggage.
"He didn't even say that."
The first teenager looks at her. Rachel takes notice.
"Damn."
As the first teenager continues, the second teenager walks with Rachel over to the front door of an enormous white house with great windows and a massive garden. Rachel looks at the second teenager.
"Do you think they know we're here, Pablo?"
"I mean I don't know, we are far away from that god-awful place now, so maybe the don't. Try to forget it all, though. That's why 5-HOUR ENERGY here got us this house. Let's just go in."
Rachel looks behind her. The first teenager heads towards the house carrying some luggage.
"Matt, come here. We're gonna go inside."
The teenager's new residence is in the middle of a small unfinished city. The only other buildings in sight seem to be an abandoned school and a small gas station. In the distance, there is only brown dessert sand as far as the eye can see. The yellow sun beats down of the three teenagers as they slowly enter.
Matt, Rachel, and Pablo all enter the house. Inside is a beautiful house set-up complete with a TV, chandeliers, several tables, framed pictures of the three as well as other people, and more. The nice decoration seets the mood for a luxurious vacation. The theme of the house is gold, white, and cyan.
Rachel looks around the house with an amazed expression.
"Oh, wow. This place looks amazing!"
Matt looks at her.
"You like it?"
Rachel nods.
"I did it myself, you guys. Chose the colors very carefully. I get that cyan is your favourite colour, Pablo."
Pablo looks at Matt.
"'Favorite color'."
Matt:
"'Favourite colour'."
Sarah steps in.
"Guys, not... um... not now."
Matt eyes Pablo and walks past him.
"Rachel, you get the biggest room, because you're gonna need a lot of space to put all of your make up and shit."
Rachel laughs and gives him a playful shove.
"Pablo you'll get the medium room, and I will get the smallest."
Rachel eyes Matt curiously.
"Why are you getting the smallest one?"
Matt:
"Because I don't take up that much space. Ha, ha!"
Rachel laughs once more before taking three stacked boxes up a flight of carpeted stairs to her bedroom. She enters and closes the door behind her, leaving Matt and Pablo alone.
The two eye each other dangerously, there is tention between the two as if they know something tbat Rachel doesn't.
Pablo looks at Matt with a dissapointed gaze.
"What are you doing, you fool."
Matt raises his head to look at him. He's wearing a black button shirt and dark blue jeans.
"Because if I decide to tell her that our parents might be dead, that might just upset her and ruin this thing for all of us. We both know, Pablo..."
Matt sighs.
"...this is no vacation. We're escaping the war. And no one will tell our little sister about it, have you got that clear?"
Pablo looks at him with a rebellious gaze before rolling his eyes.
"Matt, she's 15, she can handle it."
"I know that she's 15, Pablo, but I don't want her to find out. So please..."
Matt setts his hands on Pablo's shoulders.
"...don't ruin it."
The two remain silent for some time; eventually Pablo steps back from Matt's rather intimate embrace and begins walking up the stars.
A worried Matt looks up, hoping that Pablo won't go to Rachel's room. Pablo takes notice and looks at Matt. The two gaze at each other.
Pablo looks away and hesitantly walks away from Rachel's door and walks past towards the small bedroom's door, alluding to the fact that Pablo has given Matt his bedroom.
Matt looks back at the first floor and stand still, not knowing what to do.
Eventually, Matt sits down and pours himself a cup of tea. He eagerly drinks it before setting the cup down on the table. He stares at the table with a worried gaze as he drifts off into his own world of thoughts and memories.
Suddenly, he snapps awake; Matt has fallen asleep and was awoken by a knock on the door. Warily, Matt goes over to open the door but not before he looks over his shoulder to check on the stairs leading up to his siblings' rooms.
Matt opens the door.
Outside, on the suddenly pouring rain of the desert, a gloved man in a black suit stands outside the door. He takes out a gun and aims ot in the direction of Matt.
"Good evening, sir."
The pistol clicks.
"What wonderful weather we're having."
The man in black lifts the gun up higher towards Matt.
Matt looks up and forward like he did earlier to Pablo.
"Oh, I don't know. Seems like a rather bad day today."
The man in the suit tightens his fingers around the trigger as Matt looks onwards...
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TO BE CONTINUED IN
AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR, PART TWO