Saturday, August 1, 2015

The Blue House on Green Street Part 2 (The Break-In)

Gold bounced up and down as he and his siblings sneaked towards the blue house. They stayed in the shadows of other houses, avoiding street lamps and windows. Once they reached the house, they looked around for unlocked or open windows. There were none. Magenta sighed in relief, since she didn't want to break into the the house but had to supervise the other kids. Suddenly, Yellow whispered, "I found a door to a cellar!" The children slowly creeped over to the door. They pulled on the handle and the door swung open, releasing a musty smell. They climbed inside. Once they were all in the cellar, Magenta closed the door behind them and turned on the single light bulb in the center of the room. Inside the cellar were books. Lots and lots of notebooks. The books were full of maps and notes. Pink started to pull them off their shelves and give them to everybody. Gold was in the middle of flipping through a book when he cried out, "Look!" He then realized that he had shouted it and immediately panicked. His face turned red and he started to whisper, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" Yellow hushed him up and picked up the book. He flipped to the page Gold was looking at and gasped. He opened his mouth to talk but then the cellar door burst open.

It was Pink who saved them, playing around with the light bulb and accidentally turning it off. The children all ran and hid. Pink jumped down from the stairs and landed in a pile of trash, effectively concealing herself from the stranger. The stranger walked down the stairs into the cellar, and turned on the lights. He didn't see any of the children, and he walked over to one of the old bookshelves. He grabbed a notebook and left the cellar, turning the lights off as he left. The children all waited a good long while before they escaped their small cramped hiding spots. Magenta stretched, and asked Yellow, "What was in the book?" Yellow was too afraid to answer, so he just handed the notebook to her. On the page said:

The Rebellion has begun. Dark/Brown/1064 (This is how the people of Color tell the date)
Every midnight from here on, a new house will be painted a different color from the street it is on. The brainwashed citizens of Color will be helpless to stop once our master plan unfolds. Master plan in book eleven of six hundred thirty seven. A new dawn is approaching, and the people of Color won't be there to see it. They will all perish by the second silver moon, and even their ridiculous police won't stop us once we grow to full power.

Gold, reading over Magenta's shoulder looked for the eleventh book. He found it, and flipped through it. He found the page that had more plans, and it read:

The Rebellion is over, but the War has begun. Light/Green/1064
Vaporize anybody in our path. We will wage full war on the people of Color. If they do not oblige to our commands, they will die. Our blasters will no longer kill anybody, they will vaporize their homes and cars, shops and buses. Best of all, the new age will be upon us, and we will grow even stronger. Victory to the FLOUTERS.

Pink noted, "This Month is Green, and next week will be Light." Magenta nodded. She said, "The situation is more grim than any of us thought. We need to take these notes to the police! Gold then cried, "But then they would know we broke into this person's house."

The cellar door suddenly burst open, and nobody was there to save them. The owner of the house laughed and boomed, "It seems I have found the intruders of my house! Servants, seize them!" Big burly men walked towards the children holding gags and rope. On their belts were Protonic Blasters, banned in the town of Color since they were so destructive and lethal. They bound up the children of Mr. Purple, and dragged them into the house.

The children were locked into a dark room, and they attempted to untie their binds. They only managed to spit out their gags. Magenta whispered, "We need to create an escape plan." Despite their binds and low morale, the children set to work...

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