Everyone creates the thing they dread. ~ Ultron

Ticking Time Bomb Tick tick tick, Tock tock tock, Here goes the clock. Anything will set me off, Just on word, just one sentence, Is all the bomb needs. Nobody can help me, I and only I can do this, Just give me the tools and then I'll fight. But the fight has left me, Now only the tears come, Streaming and streaming, Down my pale face. Tick tick tick, Tock tock tock, Here stops the clock. The bomb goes off, And now that I am balling, Nothing can stop me, Except for the bomb to return ticking. I go off like this all day, Until I have no more tears to shed, Meaning that the bomb starts ticking, Until I break down again. Tick tick tick, Tock tock tock, Here goes the ticking time bomb.

Trapped (Chapter Four) The guy that stood in the door way took a blade from his belt and threw it straight at me. It soared gracefully over my head and into the man behind me. He made a strangled noise, and while his grip on me loosened, I ripped myself away from him completely, turned and pushed him backwards. The man then fell to the ground with a loud thud. The guy behind me took my hand and we started running out of the room. We zig down one corridor, and zag down another until; finally, we burst through the building door. It feels like we’ve been running for hours, and when we finally stop I gasp for breath. Once I can breathe properly, I get a good look at my new surroundings. This man has taken me to a forest edge where we’re miles and miles away from the man in black. “Are you alright? What did they do to you?” asked the guy behind me. His voice was as sweet as honey and as smooth as calm ocean waters, which melted all of my fears and worries away. It was like all of this weight had been lifted off of my shoulders, of my family being killed before me and how I knew I had nobody left. I felt safe. “I’m sorry, but are you too shaken to talk?” he asked again with his angel voice. “No, I’m not. I’m not alright. Why did that horrible man in black kill my family and kidnap me? Who is he and who are you? I always draw you and always see you in my dreams. Why? How did you find me? How did you know where I was? What’s going on?” All of these questions started flowing out of my mouth like fast flowing water. My voice kept cracking, tears started flowing down my face and I sunk to the forest ground to huddle up and cry. The man slowly walked towards me, probably didn’t want to scare me anymore than I already was, sat down, and put his arms around me. I leaned into him and cried as he explained everything. “My name is Ian and I work for a secret company that’s called the Children’s Protection Program, CPP for short. Your parents called the organization to protect you because they knew that you were special and that people wanted you. I am your protector, so I follow you where ever you go. I couldn’t get to you in time to protect you or your family, for that I will always regret. The only reason I knew where you were was because of the tracking chip that’s installed in your heart locket that matches your Mothers. You saw me in your dreams and drew pictures of me because you have the gift of seeing visions.” He finishes with a big breath. “Not to sound ungrateful or anything,” I sniffed, “but you didn’t tell me who the man in black is and why he wants me”. “Claire, you have special powers and abilities that you don’t know about, or how to use or control just yet. The man in black wants you because he knows what you’re capable of and that you’re very, very powerful. But the only way he could get to you was to kill the people closest to you – your family. It is his belief that if you suffered an agonizing loss that your powers would come out sooner and be stronger. He believed this because the same thing happened to him when he was your age. Claire, this man is your real father.”

Trapped (Chapter Three) So this is how I ended up in this dark, cold hell all alone. My eyes start to close again to try and get some sleep, when the door bangs open, and flies off its hinges with a loud crack. As it hits the wall, it splinters in to a million pieces. I scream at the top of my lungs while curling into a tight, small ball to stop the small pieces of wood from flying at my face. “Grab her” boomed a deep, coarse voice. Footsteps slowly echoed towards me, Crunch, Screech, Crunch, Screech. Each step made me cringe as the sharp rocks scraped across the cold stone floor. Cold hands grabbed me and strong arms hauled me off the ground. “No! Please don’t take me to him!” I cry over and over again, tears welling in my eyes. My teary gaze goes to the door, where the man that told the guy to grab me stands. This man is huge and muscular with a weapon belt slung on his waist. He smiles, and then laughs a deep, spine chilling cackle. “Good luck with that, love. Orders are orders. We live to serve.” The man leaves the door way to make room for the man behind me and myself to come through. Just then, he yells and falls to the ground in front of us with a loud thud. Blood starts pooling around him. “What the……” muttered the guy behind me, as my rescuer showed himself at the door way. My mouth dropped open. It was the guy that I have been seeing in my dreams and drawing in my sketch books. ***

Trapped (Chapter Two) My eyes snap open and a huge grin spreads across my face. Today’s the day! I look at the clock and see that it’s already 70 a.m. Dad should be going soon, so I quickly get dressed and zoom down the stairs to the living room, just in time to see him leave for work. Today was carnival day. Dad was going to leave work at 120 p.m. just to come with the whole family. “Hey Mom, what’s for breakfast?” I call excitedly. She comes out of the kitchen holding a steaming plate of pancakes with lots of maple syrup, strawberries, and a huge pile of whip cream. “Pancakes!” She tells me with a gleam in her eye. “Awesome!” I run to her and take the plate into the dining room, and see there’s already a cool glass of milk waiting for me. I gobble all of the pancakes down, take a huge swig of milk, and then run upstairs to draw for a while. Lately I’ve been drawing this very strange man. He has bright blue eyes, long, brown hair, a perfect white smile and wears baggy, brown pants, a white, baggy T-shirt and a long black jacket. I sometimes even see him in my dreams. After a few hours it’s 11:30 a.m., so I decide to pack my bag for the day’s upcoming events. I also get dressed into my favorite summer dress and do my hair. By the time I’m done, I hear the back door open and Dad shout, “Who’s ready for a day at the carnival?” I shouted back, “I am!!!” I grab my bag and thump down the steps. Mom, Annie my little sister, and Dad stand at the back door waiting for me to come. As I get my shoes on there’s a loud crash at the front of the house that sounded like glass breaking. “What was that mommy?” asked Annie with a frightened look on her face. “I don’t know honey. Derrick, go check it out” she tells my Dad with a matching frightened look on her face. Dad gets a baseball bat and crept to the hall door way and stuck his head through the opening. He then started backing away quickly but wasn’t quick enough to dodge the blade the plunged right through his head. His dead body falls to the ground with a sickening thud. “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!” screamed Annie and Mom. I just stood there, gaping at Dad, with a blade sticking out of his head, and the blood trickling down his face, not making a sound. “Claire, take your sister outside right now and run. Do you understand me? RUN!!!” Mom says with fear. I grab Annie’s hand and drag her through the door as she screams and cries. When we get far from the house I take her behind a bush where we hide there, watching what happens inside. I see this man in black with a bloody blade in his hand, and see Mom kneeling on the ground holding her side. Then the man in black takes a step forward and whips the blade forward to slash Moms throat open. With one last breath she falls to the ground with her hand on the heart locket that I gave her for her birthday. Beside me, sitting quietly before, Annie screams again, but louder this time. The man in blacks head snaps toward us because he heard Annie scream. He takes the bloody blade and throws it right at us. “DUCK!!!!!” I yell at Annie as I do. For a while there’s silence, so I look at Annie. When my eyes meet her eyes, she falls backwards and lands with a sickening thud, just like Dad. I turn my body towards her fully and then see the blade sticking out of her chest. “No, no, no, no, no, NO!!!!! Please!! NO!!!” I put my hand on her wound. Blood had started to soak her clothes with every breath she takes, blood bubbles at her lips. “I love you” she whispers as she closes her eyes and her breathing slows to a stop. “I love you too” I whisper back as I rest my head on her stomach. Tears start to pour down my face onto her blood stained pink shirt. I stay there for a very long time, thinking of Mom, Dad, and Annie, the people I love, lost, until hands grab me around the waist and haul me up. “Let go of me!” I sob and yell, as I struggle against the strong hands, but they don’t budge. The person turns me around and another pair of hands lifts my chin up. My eyes then meet a pair of cold, #lifeless black eyes, which made my blood run cold. “What is your name?” the man’s voice was hard, cold and #lifeless just like his eyes. “Claire” I whispered so quietly that my voice was barely audible. The man smiled a perfect white toothed smile. “We have her”, my head started to swim and I got very cold and clammy. I remember that I fell to the ground, my vision fading until I could see nothing, my fear and sadness receding into blackness. ***