the Script of Warped Reality

Part #1

JASON– Okay. Wow. So, what are you gonna do now?

HARRY– Well, I think if she left this for me to find, there must be moreclues as to her whereabouts.

JASON– So... you think your Supposedly-Dead-But-Actually-Not-Dead sisterleft clues for you to find to figure out where she is, and you'rejust gonna blindly follow them until you find her?

HARRY– Yeah, pretty much, I guess.

JASON– Count me in.

HARRY– What? No. You're not coming. This is something I'm doing alone.

JASON– Oh come on! She's my best friend Harry! If there's even theslightest chance she might be alive but that she might be in danger,then of course I'm coming to help find her! Besides, I might be ofuse to you.

HARRY– And how could you be of use to me?

JASON– Well for starters, I know that you can't read those symbols onthere gestures to the myriad of symbols in the pages of thenotebook but that you'll probably need to know what they mean todecipher the entire book, and as it just so happens, the only otherperson who can read them aside from Isobella herself is me.

HARRY– Stares at him And how do you know that?

JASON– Because it's the coded language she and I made up to communicatewith when we were younger so that no one else could read ourmessages. And so if you think she left all these clues for you tofind so you could find her, and it wasn't just some coincidence,don't you think this is a sign she wanted me to accompany you?

HARRY– I- well, fine, you can come. But I'm warning you: I'm notresponsible for anything that happens to you, and you're carryingall your own stuff.

JASON– Pfft! You don't have to worry about me! I'm not some whingylittle kid anymore Harry. I'm like Bruce Lee meets Sherlock Holmes,which basically equates to super intelligent, kick-ass and mature,and seriously, there's legit no way you could make it without me. I'mthe only translator in the world for that cipher my friend.

HARRY– Rolls eyes Sure. Whatever makes your little worldbrighter. Since you're here now anyway... you can start cipheringthis cipher then little Lee-Holmes.

JASON– Rolls eyes at Harry whilst grabbing out pen and paper from hisbag.

Theyset to work deciphering Isobella's code.

Lieutenantis reading through files on Harry, when he comes across one thatpiques his interest. It's of Harry in the police station. The file isbrief, and he can't find anymore of it, so heads to the restrictedfiles, and bluffs his way in to access the rest of Harry's hiddenfiles and finds just one in there of him in the police station. He'sbeing questioned as a suspect for a power outage caused roughly 6years ago when he was found near the towns power plant, one that hadthe entire town out of power for about a month until the new powerplant was up and running as the old one was beyond repair, and thepolice found it wasn't a natural power outage because there waswreckage to the power vats from what appeared to be a lightning stormthat no one had seen, but amidst that they found a handprint on oneof the vats, one that just so happened to match Harry's. But theconclusion on the file is that Harry was innocent, because there wasno way a ten year old kid could cause that much damage to an entiretowns power plant.

Lieutenantfeels that something doesn't add up, so heads back to his office andgrabs his jacket.

LIEUTENANT– Clasps hand on his second's shoulder on way past I'm justheading out to go look at something, should be back in an hour.

SECOND– What about the interview you had scheduled with Isobella *insertlast name* mother?

LIEUTENANT– Tell her I'll have to reschedule. Any calls I get are to beredirected to you until I'm back, but let me know if anything majorcomes up.

SECOND– Will do.

Lieutenantleaves building and jumps in his car.

Lieutenantpulls up at towns old power plant, leaving his car out the front andslips in through the chained up metal gates, looking around at thebent and burnt looking power line poles around the yard, and moves toone of the centre vats where they found the only information leadingto a ten year old kid 6 years ago. He bends down to examine it,looking at the blackened handprint where it left a dent in the sideof the vat, and the blackened metal around it.

Suddenlythere's a sound behind him, and he whips around, looking aboutcautiously. Then he catches a glimpse of movement, but more from theleft this time, and straightens up, heading in the direction it went.

He'slead down a brief maze of power vats before reaching the old powerplant control centre, the old metal door to it hanging unnervinglyajar, footprints in the dirt leading into it. He sees them and pushesthe door open further, pulling out his torch as he steps into thethreshold.

LIEUTENANT– Hello? Anyone here?

Hesteps in, surveying the now cracked computer screens and faded walls,the ground caked with dust and dirt and shattered glass from numerouspeople evidently having looted the place as best they could foranything valuable. Then he hears another noise, just a dull clang upthe stairs to his right, and flips the torch that way and tries hiswalky-talky.

LIEUTENANT– Come in, Lieutenant Forks here. Does anybody copy? Radiostaticsilence Does anybody copy? I may have found something. Whenthe walky-talky fails to work, he heads up the stairs.

Hewalks through another door following the sound to find himself in ahallway lined with closed doors, all except one at the end which isslightly ajar.

Thenoise stops then, and it's deafeningly quiet, and he heads towardsthe door, hand reaching for the gun at his belt as he pushes it open.

Justas he steps through, something long and dark hits him across the backof the head and he drops like a stone, and there's a brief pausebefore the rest of his body gets dragged into the room before thedoor shuts with a bang, leaving all in darkness.

Harrysitting in room with Isobella's notebook spread out on his desk infront of him, loose sheets of paper surrounding it with translatedsymbols scrawled out on it, scrunched up paper and scribbled outideas scattered eveywhere, and he sits back , running his handsthrough his hair and looking at it, stuck.

Suddenlyhe leans forward again, picking up a page with translated symbols onit, just bunches of numbers and letters, and another one withseemingly nonsensical words and phrases on it, and looks at them fora second, before grabbing a fresh sheet and quickly rearranging theletters and numbers in accordance to what the words and phrases aresaying, before stopping and looking at what he's written.

It'sa series of coordinates. A trail.

Hedashes out of the room and sneaks into his fathers study, looking atthe shelf of old books there and the desk with just a few sheets ofpaper on it, and digs through one of the drawers in there briefly,before pulling out a crinkled map, looking at it, then dashing backto his room, pushing everything on there already aside with his armand spreads it out, grabs the coordinates sheet, and plots them ontothe map with red marker.

Thenhe sits back and looks at what's he's written.

Abunch of red dots spiral outwards in a sort of pattern from onedefinitive dot in the middle. He lets out a shocked laugh and grabshis phone, taking a picture and sending it to Jason.

Hewrites "I figured it out. They weren't just clues.

Theywere coordinates!"

Thenanother one: "Meet me out the front tomorrow before school.

Weleave at 8".