PROJECT: BLUE
BY "Tazor"

Chapter 1

Mr. Flake and Mrs. Flake were proud to be the owners of a new home. Mr. Flake had just been transferred from Atlanta to a small town in California. The name of this town they now lived in was Grakesville. They had just moved in the last night, so boxes surrounded them as they slept.

Mr. Flake opened one of his eyes only to see his wife's nose. Not to his surprise, she was snoring louder than ever. He leaned over and looked to left where his clock was usually sitting on a small wooden table. He then remembered where he was. He pushed the sheets off of him and put his feet onto the floor.

Mr. Flake was a plump, almost bald man. He had a small mustache that was black. His nose was quite big, and a little bent to the left from when he broke it falling off a tree.

Careful not to wake Mrs. Flake up, he tiptoed over to the door and opened it silently. He crept down the hallway to the kitchen. To his surprise, the sun was just now starting to rise in the east. He turned his head to the microwave and looked at the time. The clock read five 'o clock AM.

This was early for him, because he had to be at work at eight AM. He opened the door from the kitchen and opened the garage door. The garage door opened silently, to his liking, because he always complained about the old garage door and how loud it always was.

Mr. Flake walked out onto the driveway to get the morning paper. But, he couldn't find it. At his old house, the paper was always at the tip of the driveway, just how he liked it. He finally spotted the paper in one of the bushes surrounding the mailbox.

After walking over the morning dew and retrieving the paper from the bush, he walked in his house and pulled out a chair under the table and sat on it. BOOM.

Mr. Flake had sat on one of his sons whoopee cushions. "BLAKELY!" Mr. Flake yelled with anger. A moment later he knew he shouldn't have yelled. He had probably woken Mrs. Flake.

A young, 11-year-old boy jumped out from under the table laughing loudly. " I sure got you that time didn't I dad? Didn't I?" The boy was short and plump, just like his father, but he had blonde hair with bangs that went into his eyes.

Mr. Flake's face had gone red with anger. "I THOUGHT I THREW ALL OF YOUR-YOUR STUFF AWAY! He yelled. Blakely had stopped smiling; he had started to fake cry. Now, Blakely had to fake cry a lot to get the amount of attention he thought he needed for a day.

"I'm-I'm sorry, dad! I was wrong! I don't know what's wrong with me!" Blakely cried sounding quite convincing. He now had his arms around his dad and was squeezing as hard as he could.

Mr. Flake patted his son on his head and said "Son, I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled. From now on, you can put your whoopee cushion wherever you want."

Blakely stopped crying and walked out of the kitchen sniggering. He passed his mom on the way upstairs.

"Good morning, baby." his mom said but Blakely just ignored her and continued upstairs, not even bothering to look at her with the faintest smile or nod. Blakely walked into his room, where all of his stuff was.

His bed was on the left side of the room, covered in all the candy you could possibly think of. To the right of his room, there were boxes and boxes of his toys from his old house. Most of them were broken.

Blakely had a red parrot with green and yellow wings. The bird was very unusual. Blakely never fed it or talked with it, so his mom, sometimes, had to come upstairs and feed it for him. Nobody in the house liked the parrot, but they kept it because it was a gift from their uncle, a bird keeper.

Just as Blakely started to get dressed, his mother came walking into the door. "You shouldn't be wearing a blue shirt and blue pants, Blakely. You know that doesn't look good."

"Oh mom, shutup." Blakely replied. "I'll wear what I want to wear any day of the week, and you can't stop me. Oh, and next time, remember to knock, okay? His mother was not shocked with the treatment Blakely was giving her; she got that kind of treatment everyday from her son.

Just as Mrs. Flake was about to reply, Mr. Flake walked in the door announcing he had to go to work. " But honey, it's only 6 'o clock. Work starts at eight."

"I just remembered that on my first day of work I have to be there early." Mr. Flake said while looking a Blakely wondering why is he wearing blue pants and a blue shirt. Mr. Flake then kissed his wife on the cheek and said goodbye to Blakely. Blakely nodded back with a sarcastic smirk on his face.

When Mr. Flake mad it to his car, he opened the door and threw his suitcase in. He would be at the new factory soon, selling cars and help designing them. Mr. Flake hopped into the driver's seat, buckled his seatbelt, shut the door, and started the engine.

Mr. Flake drove out of the driveway, careful not to hit the fire hydrant. He was now on the road of his neighborhood. As he drove down the street, he could see people getting their morning papers, which were right at the tip of their driveway. "That's odd," Mr. Flake thought. "My paper was in a bush next to the mailbox."

When he reached the end of his neighborhood, he made a right turn onto a crowded street. For some reason, the cars were being held up. Mr. Flake just thought it was probably a wreck. So, he waited. The minutes turned into hours. "WHAT'S GOING ON?" Mr. Flake shouted out his window.

Mr. Flake flung his car door open, almost hitting the car next to him, and stood on the hood of his car. He could see a long distance from here, but still no sign of a car wreck. He could see some police cars surrounding something. Mr. Flake was starting to get really mad now, because he knew it wasn't good if he was late for his first day of work.

People in the other cars were very angry too. They were honking their horns as much as they could, and Mr. Flake wasn't the only one on the hood of his car trying to see what was going on. Finally, the row of cars in front of Mr. Flake started to move, so he leapt back into his car seat, his face still red with anger and suspicion. The traffic was moving quite smoothly now, and Mr. Flake was calming down.

Finally, he made it to work. The building was much larger than the one he used to work in; this one was at least fifteen stories high. While he was walking, he couldn't help but notice people were acting quite oddly. Everyone seemed to be whispering to one another. He also noticed everyone was wearing blue shirts and pants. "That's odd," he thought. "Blakely was wearing a blue shirt and blue pants too."

Mr. Flake didn't think another thing of it; he had to concentrate on selling cars. When he got into his building, he saw that all the employees were not wearing their uniforms, they were wearing blue pants and blue shirts. He was now starting to get suspicious, because from what he had seen so far, only a few people were not wearing blue. Mr. Flake decided to ask about the clothes later, so he made his way to the office.

When he made it there, his new boss was sitting in a chair waiting his arrival. His boss was a tall skinny man, with short blonde hair. He looked a lot younger thank Mr. Flake, also a lot nicer. He reached out his hand to shake Mr. Flake's but Mr. Flake just gave a little nod.

"Mr. Flake I presume? We have prepared a small office for you. My name is Charles Jules, and I will be your boss." Mr. Jules said while looking at Mr. Flake oddly. "Right then, let me take you to your new office."

Mr. Jules beckoned Mr. Flake to follow. He led him threw the building into an elevator. Mr. Flake looked at the buttons on the right of the elevator door and realized that the building was twenty-one stories high. They finally reached the fourteenth story and they both stepped out. Mr. Jules led Mr. Flake down a small corridor surrounded with windows. They reached an office with the number two sixty-seven and Mr. Jules opened the door, peeking behind him making sure Mr. Flake was still there.

"Well, this is your new office, Mr. Flake."Mr. Jules was interrupted by the voice of Flake.

"Call me Niles, Mr. Jules."

"Right, then, Niles, this is your new office. I hope you enjoy working at 'Jules Car and Auto Shop'. Have a good day."

Mr. Flake opened the door immediately after Jules left. He was pleased with his new office. It had a nice wooden desk in the middle of it, which was surrounded by shelves that were on the wall. Mr. Flake took his laptop out of his suitcase and put it on the desk. He hopped into his chair and started thinking to himself.

"I'm gonna fit in here fine- just fine."

That night, Mr. Flake came home exhausted, and was pleased to see that dinner was already at the table when he walked in the door. "How'd the first day at work go?" Mrs. Flake asked while pulling out a chair for Mr. Flake to sit in. "Actually, it went quite well. My new office is just how I like it. My boss is pretty young, though."

"He's probably not young, dad, Blakely interrupted. "You're just old." Mr. Flake looked at Blakely. He wasn't surprised he treated him like this. "Sue, I saw the oddest thing today. Well, two things actually. For one, there was a big traffic hold up right outside our neighborhood. I couldn't see what happened, and no one told me either. Also, I noticed that almost everyone I saw today was wearing blue pants and a blue shirt."

Blakely's face suddenly went pale. You could see in his face that he was keeping a secret, but neither of his parents noticed it. Blakely started eating very fast. "May I be excused?" Blakely asked surprising his parents beyond imaginable. Blakely had never before said anything that had the word excuse in it.

"Why-why of course you can be excused, honey!" Mrs. Flake said. Blakely ran up the stairs and into his new room. He jumped onto his bed. He reached under the bed and brought out a very large machine. "This is Blakely Flake- Blakely Flake. Does anyone read me?"

"This is Don Gladley, Don Gladley, I read you Blakely, what's up?" said a deep voice from out of the machine. Blakely was talking into a small microphone.

"We're in big trouble. My dad said everyone he saw today was wearing blue pants and blue shirts. What do you think happened? Do you think they know about us?"

"Oh no, definatly not good. What can we do? We've got to tell Podley. There's no way we can solve this without him." The deep voice said.

"Right. Contact everyone. Tell them to keep a keen eye out for people wearing our colors. I'll try and contact Podley." Blakely replied. He would've sounded a lot braver if he wasn't so scared.

"Podley, come in Podley." Blakely said into the machine. Blakely was now starting to get very nervous.

"This is Podley, what do you need?" A voice said from out of the machine. Blakely told Podley about everything. "So, what are we gonna do?"

"Well, Blakely, I'm gonna have to send you on a mission. I want you to find out who knows about us."

"But there was tons of them! My dad said! There's no way I can just find one of them!" Blakely replied loudly.

"Well, I will send Don Gladely and Melissa Homes with you. Once you found out everything, report back here with the information. I don't want any trouble with these normal people. Now, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir-sir I understand…" Blakely replied back.

"Good, then start tomorrow." Said the voice from the machine. Blakely put the microphone up and put the machine under his bed. He knew he would have a very hard day tomorrow, a very hard day.

Blakely woke up early in the morning the next day. He walked downstairs and wrote a note to his parents saying that he went over someone's house to make some new friends. He put the note on the counter and left the house. Blakely got on his bike and started riding. He would meet Don and Melissa at the hideout.

Blakely would have to ride into the city to get there, which was pretty far away. He knew he could make it there in about thirty minutes on his bike. Finally, he made it to his destination. He was now in Frandaro, a large city near Grakesville. Large buildings surrounded the city. Everywhere he looked in there was something going on. He knew he would have to be careful not to be seen when entering the hideout. He made his way into the subway station and took a left. The subway station was covered in people. Everywhere Blakely looked he saw someone. After the first subway train left, Blakely made his way into the employee only section of the station.

No one was inside, so he kept walking, careful not to draw any attention. Finally, he found the wall that he knew was the right one. He tapped the eight brick to the right three times. The wall turned and Blakely entered.

This was the hideout. Blakely had only been to the hideout in his town, so this one amazed him. The walls were spray painted by different members of this clan, so Blakely was looking forward to being able to write his name on the wall too. The room had two couches in it and an old television, which was turned off. Don and Melissa were sitting on one of the couches, playing a game of Kham. In Kham, you slam a marble on the ground, and whoever's marble goes the highest wins.

Melissa was a skinny girl, with stringy brown hair. She was wearing light blue overalls and a blue T-shirt under them. She was taller then either of the boys there, and she was known to be tough for a girl. Don was the shortest there, and he also had brown hair. He was wearing blue like everyone else.

"So, yuze two ready to go?" Melissa said in her New York accent. "You know, I wish I didn't have to do this."

"Well, we have to. Whoever got this secret must live in this town. And, whoever it is, must have sneaked into here." Blakely said sounding confidant.

"Well, uh, what do we do when we find this person? We don't have too, uh, kill him, right? Don asked looking nervous.

Melissa backed away with her hands out in front of her. "If we have to do that, there ain't no way I'm 'goin with you guys."

"Well, this is a very vital secret. We can't have this secret going around town. If we find them, we won't have to the killing, if there is any, some other people will. Heck, I'm not gonna be a murderer." Blakely said.

"How do know that this just wasn't some mix-up?" Melissa asked.

"Podley told us to, so were gonna. Now, lets get 'goin." Blakely replied.

They all made their way through the subway and out into the street. Everywhere they turned they saw at least five people wearing blue clothes. "Well, where do you think we should start?" Don asked.

"Uh, ask around. Ask everyone why they're wearing blue clothes." Blakely replied. Melissa nodded. Then she turned around and walked away.

"Um, excuse me." Melissa asked a group of people wearing blue. "Do you happen to know why everyone is wearing blue?"

"Well, you are too." One of the men replied.

"Well, I'm just doing it to, er, fit in. Why are you wearing them? Why is everyone wearing them? Melissa asked.

"Well, I heard from this guy, that there is some sort of secret group around town somewhere. He said they were somewhat evil. He also told me to where blue, so that we could maybe get them to start looking for him. Then, when he gets in just the right, place, he's gonna trap them and turn them over to the cops. He also said something very odd. I didn't believe it, though. He said that the people in the group weren't normal. He said that they weren't mortals. I find that very hard to believe. Don't you?"

"Uh, yes, I do find it hard to believe. I doubt it's even true." Melissa replied walking away nervously. She ran over to the other guys who were already listening to their conversation.

"Go back and ask if they know what were doing! If they know what were doing were in big trouble. Oh, and ask who told them all that stuff." Don said.

Melissa ran back over to where the people were. "Um, I forgot to ask you something," Melissa said. "Do you know what those people are trying to do? And, who told you all this?

"What are they trying to do eh? The man said that they were against this world. He said that they think we run this world all wrong and we were just wasting a planet. That's a bunch of crap, though. Oh, and the man who told me all of this is named Frank Kildaroy." The man said.

"Thanks, thanks a lot." Melissa ran over to where the other two were. We've gotta look for a man named Frank Kildaroy. Doesn't that name sound familiar?"

Rick Flancley was twelve years old. He lived with his godfather in the same city Blakely was in, Frandaro. He lived in a bordering house that was four stories high. Rick had blazing red hair. He wasn't really tall, but he wasn't short, either.

Rick woke up on a sunny Saturday morning. He got up and wiped his eyes to reveal his room. His room was at the top story of the boarding house, so from there he could climb onto the roof, which he did every morning. The room was painted sky blue. There was a nice sized table on the left of the room where he did his homework. Rick opened one of the windows of his room and climbed through it onto the roof.

From on top of the roof he could see almost the whole city. Rick went over to the ledge of the building and sat on it. Below he could see his only friend in the world, his dog Bacher. The dog looked up at him and wagged his tail wildly. He started barking. Rick waved to him and left the ledge, heading towards his window. He squeezed through the window and landed on his bed.

Rick left his room and climbed down a flight of stairs. He entered the kitchen where he saw his godfather making bacon. Rick sat down at the table. "Is everyone still sleeping?" Rick asked.

"Yes, they are all very lazy, you know that." Rick's godfather replied.

Rick's godfather was a tall sturdy older man. He had white hair. Rick only lived with his godfather because his mother and father had died in a plane wreck four years ago.

Ah, the bacon is done. Do you want some?" Rick's godfather asked.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry."

It was now nine 'o clock and Rick was outside playing with his dog. It was hard to play with a dog in this big city, every time you threw a stick; a car would run over it.

Rick decided that he was going to take a walk without his dog. He tied up Bacher to a light post and started walking. As he walked down the street all he could here was the cars, and people shouting. He took a right turn at Hamer's Street and that when it happened.

"Alright out your hands up and drop all your money. NOW!" said a man wearing all blue. Rick did as he said and put his hands up. But he had no money.

"I don't-don't have any money on me-I swear." Rick replied trying to stay cool. Without saying a word the man in blue searched him. Then, from out of nowhere, he heard police sirens. It sounded like it was coming from a window in a building next to where they were standing. The man looked around, then, without saying a word, ran away.

Rick looked around, and started to run. Then the siren stopped. He heard a voice from above him.

"Chill, man, there aren't any cops around."

A boy a little older than Rick stepped out of a window onto the balcony. He stepped on a folded staircase and it fell to the ground with him on it. It looked like he had done this a million times. The boy walked over to Rick and held out his hand. Hesitating, Rick shook it.

The boy was tall, skinny and had dark brown hair. He had glowing green eyes. To Rick's surprise, he wasn't wearing any blue at all. "The name's Paul Grander. And yours?

"My name is Rick. Rick Flancley." Rick replied with his hands crossed. "Thanks for getting those guys off me."

"No problem. My dad picked it up on a business trip to Boston. And, I've been trying to figure out why everyone is wearing blue. Any idea?" Paul said.

"I have no idea, either. I have been trying to figure it out myself, actually. I was about to go to the donut shop, want to come?" Rick asked.

"Sure, I have nothing better to do." Paul replied.

Both boys arrived at the donut shop about five minutes later. Everyone was wearing blue in the shop. Rick walked over to the counter and asked for two sodas. The employee gave and odd look at Rick's clothes, and then he walked over to the soda machine. He poured two sodas and gave them to Rick. Rick paid him quickly and signaled Paul to a table near a window that looked out into the street.

Paul reached for his pocket after Rick handed him the soda. "Naw, you don't owe me anything, I got this one." Rick said.

"Thanks." Paul replied. Paul took his hand out of his pocket and took a drink of his soda. Rick knew he finally made a friend.