Chasing the Blue Box

1: The Guardian

An eight year old silently padded down the stairs. The house was motionless without a trace of wake. The wind chimes outside gracefully danced with the blissful music they made. Snowflakes fluttered downward outside. Twas the night before christmas, and the eight year old could've sworn she heard santa downstairs. Her pink blanket trailed behind her, one step at a time. Her hello-kitty dress gown (Which was a bit too big) did the same. She peered into the living room, the only light was from the christmas tree and the lamps out by the street. They left spots of darkness and uncertainty. This was definitely the work of the boogeyman. She made sure to steer clear of his traps.
"Santa...?" The little girl asked, quietly and uncertain to the man kneeling before her mother. He looked over at her, his face hidden from the shadows. Yet definitely not santa.
"Go back to bed, sweetie." He calmly suggested to the young girl. Oblivious of everything.
"Why? Are you one of his elves?"
The man chuckled softly, and she could make out a soft smile from him.
"We can't give out presents if you're awake."
"Oh.." She didn't think of that. The man walked over just as a car passed by. She could see his face only for an instant, but as she grew older, only his smile she could remember.
"Sleep tonight, and wake the next day with all sorts of surprises."
"OK." She nodded, and left to head back to her bedroom. The next morning he didn't lie, there was all sorts of surprises. One in particular she will never forget.

That night, was the night of her mother's disappearance

I sprinted across the streets of London, dodging people and knocking a few. My bag hit my leg, the wrenches and screws digging into my skin.
"Oi! Watch it!" People yelled as I blew past them.

"Sorry! Busy!" I called out as I kept running. The platforms of the train station clicked along my every step. My sharp boot heels pounded in their steel tops. I quickly grabbed the edge of the train's handle bars before whipping myself into a seat. My name is Blake Harper. I'm a Junior in college. I live in a three room apartment that is currently a fire hazard. I'm thinking of going for journalism, and my room is scattered with drawings and book ideas. I'm running late for my friend's meeting with her crazy conspiracy club. Why I bother is beyond me, but she lives all the way on the other side of London, Out of anywhere else of course. Her name is Faith Jones.

I opened the journal she gave me of her research. Various topics was in it. She believed aliens lived with us, and were part of our daily lives. She thinks Christmas is actually a celebration created by aliens to open portals for them to invade our world. Craziest of all, she believes there is one alien who protects us all. That is the one conspiracy they all agree on. She never had proof, nor even the blurry, unfocused picture of a 'could be' alien looking thing. They call themselves "London Investigators of The Unknown" or LIOTU for short, while I call them "The crazy nut jobs."

As I arrived at her home, I was instantly greeted with Faith's wide blue eyes and ecstatic grin. Her blonde hair was a complete mess bubbling up to explode. The only thing keeping it back was her worn out, green beanie. She was the type of person to wear the sort of T-shirts that have a green alien head on it with the words, "believe." Because she was. She was an amazing hacker and big into technology. She always carried a camera on her in case she met an alien.
"Dude, you're late for the meeting! Again." Faith scolded, ushering me inside her cramp living room. Her whole entire house was like a hippie-hobos lived in it, and some sort of detective. Papers were plastered against the walls with string connecting different photos and clues. Her whiteboard was filled with outrageous theories and pictures. Otherwise her house was filled with brightly coloured hippie stuff, and bead curtains on all her doorways.

"We were just talking about The Guardian. Do you have my journal?" Faith asked. I handed her the journal and she turned to her group of four people as she started to read from it. I took my place on the sofa outside of their meeting room and started to eat her snacks, casually listening in.

"Last night. I saw a man running with an orange haired girl from three men. They vanished into an alley without any signs of a way to escape! They were chasing a giant dog too. Except it was the size of a bear." The first girl stated matter-of-factly.

"No way! I saw the same bear. I thought it was some sort of werewolf." The only boy in the whole group laughed.

"Werewolf? Good idea! So The Guardian was chasing a werewolf, and vanished in his spaceship?" A red head wondered.

"You mean his blue box? Every incident with him involves a sort of blue box.."
"A police box." I interrupted.

"Yeah!" Faith gasped, "that's exactly what it looks like! One of those old ones from back then. I see them all the time on the tele."

"Astrid, start looking at all the old news articles and whatnot for any sign of a Police Box."

"Why would he use a Police Box out of anything? I mean, if he was trying to blend in he's a few decades late." I mumbled.

"He's a time traveler, I bet you. He doesn't understand the flow of time sometimes." A girl named Rey answered. Rey was the first one to start the conversation. Despite her younger age, she is the thoughtful, optimist of the group. Yet she gets under my skin by being way to optimistic. She's rather nice however, and she has innocent baby face. Big green eyes and light fawn hair. She didn't live in London and had to travel a bit from her peaceful farm.

"We always see him or her, with some sort of companion or partner. He must have some sort of alien girl friend or something." Jake theorized, another friend, one of the only guys. Who I thought was extremely hot in his glasses. His jokes suck, and I won't sugar coat it. His eating habits are atrocious to the point we honestly thought he ate Rey's cow. However his hipster glasses and his oversize and "ripped for style" clothing items make him seem like a homeless coffee addict.

"What if the partner is human? What if we could track them?" Astrid asked. Ah, Astrid. They logical-yet-somehow-believes-aliens-are-all-over-earth girl. She used to have white, ivory hair, which she recently dyed to a rusty strawberry blonde. Apparently her hair used to be green before the white. Then it was black before the green. In honesty, we have no idea what colour hair this girl has.

"If it was, that'd give us so much Intel. Yet how would we know? Even if we did find them what if they are an alien in disguise?"

"Oh! Great idea. Maybe we could try using the "alien detector unit" I got off of Ebay!" Jake gasped.

"Why am I friends with you people." I shook my head in contented confusion.

"You should join us on our search for him!" Faith offered, "you know how fun that'd be?"

"Sorry, I got schoolwork to do." I mumbled.

"You know.. You said you need to do a report for your journalism class. You could at least trail us and record your findings."

"Right. Like my professor will believe I find an alien."

"Fine. Say it failed at the end."

"Which it probably will." I reminded. LIOTU was never a very successful group. They only started five years ago, but I've been good friends with them. Sometimes I add in my own input for fun, they seem to enjoy my ideas at times. Even if I can be a bit sharp tongued.
"How about just this time you help us out. For fun?" Faith begged, pushing her glasses up.
"One time?" I asked, thinking about the various possible events of what could go wrong.
"Eins time."
"Fine." I agreed. Only this once, was I going to help her crazy antics. I promised myself not to help her anymore. She'd waste her life on these and never get a job. Then she would for-surely be, a hippie-hobo.