Tick. Tock.
"Hey, did you hear?" the child's whispering banter enters the others ears. Two lips, crimson as blood, hidden by the petite girls hand. The other child, sitting next to her, watching the show rolled by the teacher. The other girl's eyes widened at what she had whispered. In such childlike tones. The little girl's hand wrapped around the gun in her pocket. Simply as she proceeded to erase her friend from this world.
The little girl woke up, unable to move she watched the sky. The beautiful sky, with clouds dancing across the atmosphere. The sudden interruption by her friend, her murderer, just smiling. Lying above her, smiling. The teacher yet continued to roll on. The movie rolled on.
"Clockwork" her friend said "They're all clockwork. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Will they ever shut up?" The child laughed, but her friend stayed still. Her friend sighed as she spoke of the glorious day when the clock would stop. That’s all she would ever speak about. Until the day the ticking and the toking finally drove her mad. The little girls death resulted in that.
I suppose I shall name the two girls, for it is getting quite confusing. These are just labels, not names, simply representations of two girls. Furoris is the murderer while Hostiae is the murdered.
"Hey, did you hear?" Furoris whispered in Hostiae's ear.
"Tick tock, tick tock. You're clock is going to stop" Furoris tasted Hostiea then, Furoris wanted blood. She wrapped her tongue around Hostiae's ear as best she could. She felt the gun in her pocket. She couldn't wait, the anticipation was killing her. She placed the end of the gun to the ear she had just tasted, she couldn't wait to taste the ear after it was drowned in a pool of blood. She wrapped her twisted fingers around the trigger, and went down to taste the remains of Hostiae's ear.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. It didn't stop. The gun lured her into the darkness. She pleaded. But her pleas were sarcastic. She wanted this. She longed the blood. She longed the violence. She wanted it so bad. Her crooked fingers strangled the trigger as she drowned herself in darkness. The puppets fell of their strings, useless, limp. They were so pathetic, all of them. The teacher did nothing, the teacher rolled the film. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The puppets fell, surrounding the room in deep red. Detached from the strings, they were useless. How pathetic! How lame! How gross that they belittle themselves so! Filling the void of their souls with useless garbage! How funny! How pitiful!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
