Author's Note: Written for the Starvation monthly challenge, this month 'Broken'. Check out the forum to participate . Lits of fun stuff going on over there.
Also I know this is probably goign to seem really broken up and choppy, but it is from Wiress' point of view from when she lost her mind in CF So it does have a reason for being so jump around-ish
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I don't own Catching fore, or Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory, dickory, dock.
Watching everything go round and round in circles. It was the perfect trap everywhere you went, no matter what. Beetee would even be impressed.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Why does that keep running through my head?
Time passed and another death would come, so quickly, so simply. Watching everything happening I'm trying to put it all together, but the more I do, the more it falls apart. But what could it be that's setting all of this off?
.
Time keeps passing and the blood pours down on me. She keeps dragging me along, but I keep thinking; tick, tock. It's too much. The blood I remember it all too well from my first arena, blood splashing onto my face; covering my eyes, my mouth, the taste of it flooding me. It so thick now, its flowing in my mouth. Pumping in my veins. I can't hear my heart beat anymore, just the ticking, just the tocking.
The mouse ran up the clock.
She breaks us free of the blood, I know that. But I can't quite…
Tick.
…Tock.
Tick Tock.
It's all a clock.
I look at the girl leading me away from the recreated mess I made so many years ago. Tick, tock. Tick, Tock. She doesn't understand.
She shoved me away and the blood won't stay out of her eyes. She wants blood. I see it in her eyes, or maybe, she's seen too much blood, her good is all gone, or maybe just drowning in the blood.
Tick, Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Drowning in blood as her life ticks away. Just like what I did to those kids.
Tick tock.
The clock struck one.
She understands, she finally sees what I've been trying to tell everyone. She doesn't have blood in her eyes but tears. She can see the tears. Not the blood.
She hears the clock too. She knows we're all in a clock and the death chime is ringing. She hears the ticking too. Tick. Tock.
She explains it all to them in more than ticks and tocks, but that's all that matters.
Time is ticking away for us.
Tick…tock.
Now we'll all know when the time for our death is here. Tick. Tock. We're all just mice in a maze. Ticking and tocking away.
Tock, Tock. Tick. Tock.
The mouse ran down!
She was on me too soon. The blade cut through my flesh and blood poured in. I was finally drowning in my own blood, just like I did to that child so long ago. My life was ticking away. My clock is broken.
Tick,tock. Tick. Tock.
Tick…
Tock… …
Tick… … …
Tock… … … …
Tick.
Hickory, dickory, dock.