This fic is based off a script I had to write for my acting class. It's really kind of short, but I still like it.
Chapter One: Arrival
Martin Bishop and his wife, Karen sat at their table in the morning. Mr. Bishop had been out the night before discussing business. He had gotten home late and hadn't been able to tell his wife the great news.
"Today is a great day," Martin said.
"Why's that?" Karen asked.
"I have found s man to rent the room up stairs."
"Finally," Karen said, pouring some coffee. "We have such a nice house. He is very lucky, this man."
"I know the feeling," Martin said.
They both turned to the door as the doorbell rang.
"Now remember," Martin said. "Let me do all the talking."
"I know, I know."
Martin went to the door and opened it. A tall man came in and shook hands with Mr. And Mrs. Bishop in turn.
"And what would your name be?" Karen asked.
"Don't be rude, dear," Martin said. "Offer the man some coffee."
"Would like some coffee?" Karen asked.
"No thank you," the man said. "I don't drink caffeine."
"Don't drink caffeine?" Karen asked. "What the hell's the matter with you?"
"Honey?" Martin said. "Please go up stairs. I will handle this."
"Fine, fine," Karen said, putting the coffee pot down. "I'm going."
Once she was gone, Martin offered the man a seat and they both sat down.
"Sorry about the Mrs.," Martin said.
"Think nothing of it," the man said.
"So," Martin said. "What is your name?" He took a sip of coffee. "You never did say last night."
"I didn't?" the man said, nervously.
Martin shook his head, still drinking.
"Well," the man said. "My name is… uh… Frank… N. uh … Stein."
"Frank N. Stein, huh?" Martin asked. Frank nodded. "What does the N stand for?"
"Nothing," Frank said quickly.
"Frank Nothing Stein?" Martin asked.
"Yep," Frank said, picking at the table, nervously. "That."
"Okay," Martin said, a little confused. "Why did you leave your old home?"
Frank's eyes glassed over as he stared off into space. He thought back to his last memories of his hometown.
He was running down a street. Close behind him was an angry mob. They shouting and throwing things at him.
"Get him!" the leader of the mob shouted.
"You won't get away with this!" the leader's brother shouted.
"String him up by his entrails!" the leader shouted.
Frank blinked the vision away and looked at Martin, giving him a sheepish smile.
"Bad neighbors," he said.
There was silence for a moment.
"Well, then Mr. Stein. I would like to welcome you to my home."
They stood and shook hands before Martin led Frank to his new room.