Chapter One
The Application



Louis looked at the small building that was before him. He looked at ever square inch of it, it wasn't a very good building. It was poorly painted, and it was brick, which was very chipped. Louis wondered why someone would paint bricks, and he also wondered why the building was chipped so much. He guessed it had to be at least sixty years old. He gulped. It was time, he had been standing there for a few minutes as people in dark colored clothing passed him. In the mix of one of the crowds he saw someone in some of the brightest colors he has seen in a long time. He remembered what he was doing. He walked into the building only with his phone, wallet and a phone number someone had given him a few months ago. He started playing with the piece of paper as he entered, the number was smudged so he couldn't read it, he probably didn't want t read it anyway.

He entered the small building he was just gazing at. He dropped the piece of paper on his way in, it wasn't important any.
"Uh... excuse me, is anyway here?" Louis asked.
"Yes, yes, yes... yes." an old man said as he entered, "How may I help you?"
"I'd like to apply for a job."
"A job?"
"You had a help wanted sign in the newspaper, didn't you?
"Did I?"
"Did you?"
"I believe I did." the old man concluded, "What do you want again?" Louis sighed.
"I... want... to... apply... for... a... job."
"Why didn't you just say so? Where's your resume?"
"Uh... I'm fifteen." the old man stared at him in disbelief. His mouth twitched, "Whatever you say. Come back with me." the old man said as he led him around the corner. As Louis was rounding the table he noticed something on the shelf to his left. It made a ringing noise. Ping, ping, ping, ping. Louis was mystified. He wondered what it was. It looked like some sort of watch, but it was strange. It had a chain and it was silver. He walked over to it quietly. "Timeload" it said, What is Timeload? Louis wondered. He looked at every detail it had in it, a habit of his. It had a signature of somewhat on it. He couldn't make out what it said, but he could tell it looked old.
"You coming boy?"
"Uh, yea, sorry." Louis glanced at the watch. His mind raced, his heart starting beating faster. He took the watch and put it in his pocket. It name another ping, ping, ping, ping noise. He smiled, it was a beautiful noise for such a small little wat