Tick, an a clockwork orange fanfic

Tick.

The clock was a solid black affair, surrounded by iron bars; to keep the ultraviolence out no doubt. Time was a funny thing, the boy mused. It was immortal- yet it was dying with every tick. Did time run out? Would there be a day when all of the clocks in the world, even this heavily protected one, would stop? Would tick themselves right out of existence?

Tick.

It rang out with such finality, as if every second were a death blow delivered straight to the heart. His blue eyes slid shut, dead silence echoing around him; it was broken only by the steady tick tick ticking of the dreaded clock hanging on his wall. What time is it? He wondered. The clock ticked on, giving no answer but a steady counting of the seconds. Useless. Thin lips curled up in a sneer, a private one, meant for no eyes but his own and they were shut tight.

Tick.

Red dripping from a silver knife; hands closing over a tender throat. Explosions, and violence, and over all of it- Beethoven.