Dear Mr. Braginski,
We are pleased to inform you that you are the third chosen guest to be at our party. We expect you to be at Maria's Peak island at the Devon coast on September 25th, 2010. The trip will be a two night's overstay, and you will be leaving with the other guests on September 27th, 2010. This is a formal event, and you are expected to dress in a tuxedo.
Ever sincerely,
U. N. Owen
Ivan Braginski was pleasantly surprised that he was invited to the island to stay. The letter could have bee a little bit more sincere. It wasn't hand-written, just a fill in the blank letter. None the less, he was invited to stay at the famous Maria's Peak for a formal party.
Ivan was quite happy. He was never invited to parties often. Maybe sometimes he would be invited, but people feared him. Rumor held that he was the reason his immediate family disappeared.
The 25th… that was tomorrow. Way to send a late letter. Might as well pack up now. He figured that he would arrive early morning, because no time was given.
Ivan chuckled and took out a pair of keys from their hiding place. He sauntered over to a locked cabinet, selected a key, and unlocked it. Inside the cabinet was a revolver, and a pack or three of ammo. Taking a revolver for self-defense to a party wasn't a bad thing, right?, the Russian thought. The revolver and ammo pack was tucked away in a fold of the suitcase.
No one would criticize him for the revolver, it was all self-defense, he reminded himself. There really was no reason for self-defense, the Russian was quite intimidating as he was.
Little did he know, this would serve him no purpose in a mere 96 hours.
Arthur Kirkland stared at the letter he held in his hands.
Dear Mr. Kirkland,
We are pleased to inform you that you are the fourth guest to be at our party. We expect you to be at Maria's Peak island at the Devon coast on September 25th, 2010. The trip will be a two night's overstay, and you will be leaving with the other guests on September 27th, 2010. This is a formal event, and you are expected to dress in a dress.
Ever sincerely,
U. N. Owen
A dress? He was a British gentleman! Why… well, if he was a gentleman, he might as well have a dress tailored for him. It was very un-gentleman-like to disregard his host's request. He once knew a woman, Elizaveta, who would make a letter such as this.
Elizaveta… a distant memory nowadays. He remembered the night… Oh, never mind that!
Maria's Peak island. He'd always wanted to go, though he never bothered to attempt to save money to buy it when he had the chance. He wished he had, it was priced at an all-time low! How convenient it would have been if he had. He, of course would have kept it. There was almost no reason why the rich were buying it and selling it like it was a child's toy!
Enough of that, it was high time he packed. After that, he would have some tea, he thought setting the kettle on the stove.
In a few day's time, he would figure out why they all sold the mysterious island…
I think I should be introducing characters two at a time so the introductions can be over and done with. This'll also shorten the story.
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