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Tick Tock Make Time Stop 5
Damen awoke in darkness. He quickly took note of the scene  around him. His surroundings were black and ruined. The sky was grey, and filled with a dark presence. The room he was in appeared to be completely burnt down, for he sat in the ashes of the walls and ceiling. He looked around at the devastation surrounding him once more and noticed the skeleton of the framework still standing like some sort of shrine or tombstone to the once grand home.
Laying against the frames were Tick and Tock. Tick was leaning against Tock's shoulder, her long, tentical-like arms draped everywhere and anywhere across them. They appeared to be lifeless, he couldn't see any movement with his still bleary eyes. Rubbing his eyes in hopes to clear them up, he noticed Tick's arm flick upwards slightly and the left side of Tock's face twitch. It was then that he realized they were sleeping.
There were other discernible rooms around Damen. Where walls were only partial with no ceilings, and others where it
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Tick Tock Make Time Stop 4
Damen, now ready to ask questions, got comfortable in his seat. He looked back and forth between the two twins. At first, he only wanted to see with them for business purposes. To see if this was a project worth funding. Now, he wanted to know more about them than the actual project.
"So," he started. "Why the blindfold?"
"His eyes cause those who look into them to slip into madness."
They were definitely mad, but seemed safe. Just delusional. He looked at their straight jackets. "For a mad couple, you seem quite tame. So why all the extra security measures?"
The two twins looked at each other. They both burst into howling laughter. "We kill people," Tick spat through her laughter.
"But why not just strap you to the chairs?" Damen asked pointing to the arms of the chairs.
Tick giggled. "Because i would escape."
"How? Anyone's hands would be too big to slip out if you have them strapped tight enough."
"Not mine," she laughed. "I haven't got them anymore."
"How did you lose them?"
"The m
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Tick Tock Make Time Stop 3
June 10, 1833
England
Age: 19
Emmaline and Feris had started to name each other by their sound. Emmaline was now addressed by her brother as Tick, Feris addressed by his sister as Tock.
The men in white had started calling them the clock twins after they learned how to use the ticking in their heads to determine the time. They unconsciously counted every tick. Tick would count the seconds for each minute, Tock would count the minutes for each hour. Together, they were a living clock.
They never tried to escape. Where were they supposed to go? They'd forgotten their grief and family, no longer even aware they ever had any.  Tock enjoyed irritating the men in white. They would would ask him questions, but he would never respond. He only talked to Tick, and no one else. He refused to answer their questions, or speak to them in general.
Tock was now able to climb the bare walls of their room. And he was no longer required to have his hands bound, but was required to where gloves and a
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Tick Tock Make Time Stop 2
The two were blindfolded and taken into a building very far from their burning home. They were locked into a room together with their hands bound behind their backs.
Feris sat quietly waiting for something to happen next, like the sound of the door opening again. He waited several minutes before he couldn't take it anymore, the constant tick tock filled his thoughts. It was all he could think about in the silence, just tick tock tick tock tick tock it never ended.
He was about to start screaming when Emmaline said, "Tick." He paused, remembering that she could hear it, too. "Tick," she repeated. "Tick."
"Tock," Feris joined in.
"Tick."
"Tock."
"You hear it." Her words were still on time with the ticking.
"Yes. It never goes away."
"It never goes away for me, too," Emmaline chimed.
"Why are you always so happy?" Feris asked with slight irritation. "Have you forgotten what happened?"
"No, I'm just having another breakdown, don't worry about it." She said still on time. "These ones are ni
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Tick Tock Make Time Stop CH. 1
Oct. 7 1824
Georgian era
England
Age: 7
Emmaline sat alone in her room. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out in desperation.
At this point the ticking had invaded every one of her thoughts once again. She covered her ears in an attempt to block out the incessant ticking, though she knew it was no use.
After another minute or two of panic and anger, she started screaming. She started throwing things around, then ran to her bed and started ripping apart it's blue canopy, which was already torn and ruined from previous breakdowns. She grabbed the fabric of her dress and began yanking and tearing at its beautiful skirt.
It was getting worse, and she was all alone except for the ticking. She finally stopped her violence and continued to cry, alone and afraid.
She wanted her brother to come home. She rarely got to see Feris at that age. Her family was wealthy and she had many treasures and possessions, but she knew that her brother was all she really had. "I miss you," she whisper
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LIES
Hide behind a mask
Don’t let the armor break
Bite the tears back
For your reputation’s sake
The smile on my mask
Hides my internal frown
Keeps my longing back
It’s my own empty crown
Hide the flaws away
Shut up and say you’re fine
The mask is here to stay
Just keep on telling lies
Hide the flaws away
Shut up and say you’re fine
The mask can’t go away
Just hide behind the lies
Just HIDE. just LIE
The lies wither away
My armor starts to break
More need to be made
Before my armor fades
The lies can’t go away
Won’t let my armor break
Lies keep on being made
I will not fade away
The lies come to me in
ones twos threes
One ones twos threes
And tens maybe more
Lies leave my lips in
Ones twos threes
One ones twos threes
And hundreds maybe more
In ones twos threes
One ones twos threes
And thousands
I HAVE NO CONTROL
The truth must hide and fade
“Shut up, you're not fine”
Make the voices go away
They make me wanna cry
Hide the flaws awa
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Damen awoke in darkness. He quickly took note of the scene  around him. His surroundings were black and ruined. The sky was grey, and filled with a dark presence. The room he was in appeared to be completely burnt down, for he sat in the ashes of the walls and ceiling. He looked around at the devastation surrounding him once more and noticed the skeleton of the framework still standing like some sort of shrine or tombstone to the once grand home.

Laying against the frames were Tick and Tock. Tick was leaning against Tock's shoulder, her long, tentical-like arms draped everywhere and anywhere across them. They appeared to be lifeless, he couldn't see any movement with his still bleary eyes. Rubbing his eyes in hopes to clear them up, he noticed Tick's arm flick upwards slightly and the left side of Tock's face twitch. It was then that he realized they were sleeping.

There were other discernible rooms around Damen. Where walls were only partial with no ceilings, and others where it was obvious a second or third floor had collapsed through it. It must have been abandoned long ago. Everything was charred except for a few pieces of magnificently preserved pieces of furniture, which seemed almost planted there. Wherever he was, he didn't like it. Something about the place made Damen feel as though he was being sapped of all his strength.

He slowly made his way to the twins, then something in the remains caught his eye. A photograph, covered in a layer of soot, a tiny spot of gold peaked out from beneath the layer of black. He walked over and picked it up to examine it. The photograph still seemed somewhat intact but, he noted the glass was cracked and made sure to be weary of it as he wiped it off with his sleeve. He was shocked by what he saw.

Two tiny children, with dark hair, and what appeared to be their parents. The picture was far too damaged to make out the children's faces, but the parents looked remarkably similar to the clockwork twins. The two children in the photograph had to have been them. Being able to clearly see that they once had a family, that they were once innocent children, caused a complete paradigm shift within Damen. He walked over to the twins and carefully set the picture down beside them then took a few steps back from where he was.

His gaze shifted around the ruins. This was their house, where they grew up. This is where the twins were ripped forcefully from their family. This was where they were killed. Their parents, as well as whoever else was unfortunate enough to be there at the time.

The size of the area covered by debris lead him to think the home must have been quite large, meaning they belonged to a wealthy family. It must have been quite a fire, leaving nothing but a burnt, black skeleton behind.

The leftover beams seemed to be so fragile, they would collapse on contact. Wandering further, he found remains that, once upon time, must have been a part of a children's room. There was a small doll on the ground, the hair was burnt away and it appeared to be sewn of ashes and extremely fragile. Damen looked toward the two sleeping twins and decided that it must have been their room, if a little feminine.

It seemed like they would be peaceful enough here. No one to hurt, lots of space, and they seemed to like being there. Why else would they come here?

He decided to leave and started walking off. There was a gentle crack as a piece of burnt wood was broken just behind him. Damen turned, and found Tock standing only two feet away. He noticed Tock had the blindfold and gloves back on. It must have been necessary in order for them to take him to this place.

"Where-" Damen tried, but before he could finish, Tock placed a hand over his mouth.

Damen did his best to hide the jolt of fear that went through him at the boy's touch. Tock slowly raised a finger to his lips.

"Shh." Tock said as he removed his hand from Damen's mouth. "Have you any idea where we are? It is too dark here for me to see."

Damen was shocked at the boy's question. He had never spoken directly to anyone. Whenever he spoke it was always to his sister. Finally, Damen answered, "why not take that off and see for yourself? You might know."

"That is what I fear. I'm frightened by the familiarity of the air."

"Why did you bring me here, then?"

"I walked in one direction, and didn't stop until I fell from exhaustion. Not long after she did. It has been twenty seven hours since we left. Ten of which I carried you, five of which I carried you both."

"You seem very strong physically. But emotionally you are weak. How will you strengthen without testing limits?"

Damen turned around again and continued to walk away, but Tock blocked him. Slowly shaking his head.

Tock then grabbed Damen's arm, gradually tightening his grip. "You believe I'm strong, do you?" He asked. "Then you know no strength. I've gone this full month, no injections nor drink."

"Injections?"

"Their replacement for food. One injection each month. It provides us with all we need for half the month. Then the other half we starve waiting desperately for the next. Each not even half the equivalent of a meal. What you call 'food' I call myth. As far as I'm concerned it is no more than a made up concept."

Tock's grip grew painfully tight. "You think I am strong, but all I am is weak. You think you know my mind, when even I do not. You think we are innocent when we are nothing but guilt. You are simply too ignorant as to what we truly are."

Damen nearly fell to his knees, but Tock still held his arm firmly. His grip still got tighter. "We live in a never ending nightmare."

The boy started shaking. He finally let go and started pacing back and forth frantically muttering to himself.

********************Tick********************

Tick was dreaming about the fire. Then she sensed a fearful tension in her brother, and the next thing she knew, her eyes were open.

Her brother was pacing uneasily. And Damen was trying to calm him. She looked around, to see nothing but the charred remains of an old, large house. The image changed so she sat in the stairwell of her home. Then it changed once more. Now she sat at the bottom by her mother's side. The building burning down around her.

She was overcome with misery and burst into laughter more loud and wild than ever before. She looked down at the illusion of her dying mother. In her head she could see the burning images of her father, aunt, and servant. The image turned to ash, and she shakily reached into the dusty remains of her mother. Tick could only laugh as the tears streamed down her face.

"Ring around the rosy," she shouted at the top of her lungs. "Pocket full of posies! Ashes! ASHES! WE ALL FALL DOWN!"

She threw herself into the ash as the flames raged around her. She rolled around in them. Trying to forget her pain, desperate for happiness, refusing to cry.

"Look, Tock! We finally made it home!"

She stood up skipping around Father. "Father, how I missed you so!" She embraced him. She looked at her brother, who took off his blind fold. He looked around in horror.

Tock shook as he grabbed his head. He then held a hand against his lips and leaned forward as if he was about to vomit.

Tock looked at their father. "You wretch!" He shouted, charging at him.

Tick rushed to interfere, tackling her brother. "Leave father alone!"

Tock looked at her angrily. He got back to his feet. "He is no father of mine! It is his fault! His fault we are here!"

"He brought us home!" Tick shouted, grinning angrily.

Tock ran at father again, so she swung her arm delivering a blow to the stomach. Careful not to use too much strength, which could result in his death. He fell to the ground.

Tock recovered instantly, and shouted in frustration as he hit Tick in the abdomen with all his strength.

Tick flew through the air from the powerful hit. She crashed through a weak pillar-like structure. She fell and landed in some grass. She got to her hands and knees and vomited. As she shakily got back to her feet, she was no longer home. She stood in its burned remains.

Something trickled down the side of her face. She touched it, and looked at the substance. It was golden blood. Looking down, she could see a large pool of it. She got light headed and collapsed. She muttered under her breath, "Ovata," and all went black.

********************Feris*******************

Feris stood there breathing heavily. "It seems that this time our mistake was unfixable after all," he said regaining his composure. He closed his eyes and looked at Damen. "I'm sorry I attacked you. Your ignorance didn't get in the way this time, I see that now. This time it was my own. I shall make sure to be wiser next time, but since it will be some time before I see you with my own eyes again..."

Tock opened his eyes and met Damen's gaze. "You wanted to know why, now you will know."

Damen fell to his knees and laughed. "My, what a lovely day it is!" He shouted.

Tock went to his sister's side. He knelt down by her lifeless body, and gently touched the sparkling, golden blood on her face. "Perhaps, if we tried hiding it next time, we could avoid the men in white."

He raised his hands toward his head. "Ovata," he said to himself before gripping the top of his head and his chin. Tock glanced at the laughing body of Damen before quickly jerking both arms in opposite directions, effectively snapping his own neck. He immediately perished as he fell to the ground, into the pool of his sisters blood.
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This is most definitely NOT the end of the story. There's still a LOT more to it! If you like this story and want to know what happens next, you can view the rest on Quotev!

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Damen, now ready to ask questions, got comfortable in his seat. He looked back and forth between the two twins. At first, he only wanted to see with them for business purposes. To see if this was a project worth funding. Now, he wanted to know more about them than the actual project.

"So," he started. "Why the blindfold?"

"His eyes cause those who look into them to slip into madness."

They were definitely mad, but seemed safe. Just delusional. He looked at their straight jackets. "For a mad couple, you seem quite tame. So why all the extra security measures?"

The two twins looked at each other. They both burst into howling laughter. "We kill people," Tick spat through her laughter.

"But why not just strap you to the chairs?" Damen asked pointing to the arms of the chairs.

Tick giggled. "Because i would escape."

"How? Anyone's hands would be too big to slip out if you have them strapped tight enough."

"Not mine," she laughed. "I haven't got them anymore."

"How did you lose them?"

"The men in white did something to me but they messed it up, and my arms changed. I killed one of the doctors here by squeezing the breath out of him." Her giggling echoed throughout the room. "His strangled screams were like music."

Damen knew that this young woman had a joyful, happy madness, and yet something in her aura told him of a hidden pain and sadness. The young man seemed tortured. The air around the two carried an innocent sadness that filled him with dread.

"How old were you when you came here?"

"We were small children. Not even ten."

He looked at them further. "And what of your families? Did they just give you away and go about life happily?"

The boy stiffened and the girl's laughter grew. Tock started breathing faster and more heavily, as if he were about to hyperventilate right there. He started trembling and struggling in his jacket. The blindfold became wet as tears began to emerge. Tick's laughter grew, however she was crying as well. She kept on the same blank smile, and was still laughing, but her eyes were sad and pained.

"Bloody murder!" The boy screamed suddenly, making Damen jump. "Wretched thieves! Burn! BURN and pay for what you did! You will pay for what you took! You will pay for your stolen souls!"

"Come back," Tick spoke through her laughter and crying. "Have I done you wrong? Why must I be abandoned? Why must I be robbed of all I have?"
She seemed weak and broken. "Why have you taken my only home? Why must i be punnished," she wailed.

"Your white coats will forever be stained! Soiled by the innocent blood you so wrongfully spilt! May you fall into oblivion!"

"I've made my decision," Damen said as the guard rushed in. "I will not be funding your project, and I would like to speak with the head of your organization, Dr. Layland."

*******************Damen******************

"If you do not fund us, we will have to eliminate them," Dr. Layland said. "We cannot unleash them on the world, they are too dangerous for that."

"And this place is too dangerous for them," Damen shouted. "You think I can't put their words together? You robbed two children of their families! And now they're utterly insane! Do you not see what you've done?"

"So we kill them both? Let all the research go to waste?"

"I will take them. You do not lay a finger on them."

"Sorry, Dr. Damen, but there is simply too much risk in that. We have no option but to eliminate the project entirely. Meaning we must eliminate the twins."

"I won't let you! They deserve a chance to get away from the misery YOU caused them!"

Dr.Layland looked to the guard standing in the corner. "Go take the clock twins to be executed as soon as possible. We are ending this project."

"Yes sir," the guard said happily as he headed out the door.

********************Tick********************

Tick flashed back to the memory of her home burning to the ground. Seeing her own mother die right before her. She recalled seeing the corpses of everyone she'd ever loved. All except her brother. She kept laughing away her pain. Her brother sat on the ceiling above her, deep in thought.

When he finally came down, he continued to pace back and forth. "Something is about to happen," Tock told her. "I can sense it. Feel it deep inside?"

Tick closed her eyes. She could sense extreme emotions of both worry, dread, and angry satisfaction. "Strong emotions," she sensed them growing with time. She laughed. "Such a troubling mixture could only mean risk and change."

"Perhaps," Tock uttered slowly. "They will finally exterminate us. Perhaps after all these years, they've finished their work. And will finally stop our suffering."

"Perhaps."

"However, they still have not paid for what they took," Tock said with a smile. "If they are looking to eliminate the project, they must eliminate the entire project." He dropped from the ceiling. "And it would be terrible for us to take all the credit. We are all the project. All of us who participated in it. If they wish to eliminate it, well, after all the hospitality they have provided, it would only be polite to help them do so."

Tock's grin widened. He extended his hand to his sister. "Shall we?" Tock asked.

Tick accepted the hand. "If I said 'no' what kind of lady would I be?"

They linked arms and stood before their door. "So the guard approaches," Tick said. "The door will soon open."

They laughed. "Tock," he started.

"Tick."

"Tock."

"Tick."

The door unlocked, and Tock silently ran up the wall with his sister in his arms, he sat on the ceiling directly above the door.

The door opened, and the guard stepped inside. He   looked around in confusion, he came within reach of Tick's arms.

She wrapped them around the guard's neck and let them get progressively tighter. The guard struggled and tried to step away, but tock lifted her higher with the guard so he could no longer touch the ground. "It has been a pleasure working with you, sir," she whispered.

She felt the life leave the guard's body as he slowly stopped struggling. Once it was over they dropped to the floor. They left the room, and progressed down the hallway. Stopping at each room to take care of any who may be inside.

They enjoyed every moment of their screams. Tock had finally gotten to take off his gloves and blindfold. Tick could tell he was enjoying the feeling of draining their lives away.

They progressed further and further through the panic. Soon, they were surrounded by victims. They reached a staircase and ascended it, finding a single door at the top. Behind it two men could be heard yelling at each other.

They opened the door, and there stood Damen with the main man in white. Tick recognized the man as the one who promised to make her strong all those years ago.

"How did you get out?" The man shrieked.

"You owe us," Tick responded in laughter. "You took something without paying. You must pay for what you took." She crept forward. "It seems you forgot to."

"What are you doing?" The man demanded.

"Ending the project," Tick explained. "It'd be rude for us to take all the credit. Everyone is a part of it. So we are destroying your project for you."

Tock walked over, holding some rope he took from off the wall. Tick wrapped her arms around the man, and tock bound him to the room's window, which he had locked. They both then went to the fireplace and took some of it's burning wood and tossed it about the room setting fire to the furniture and carpet. Tick remembered Damen.

She stared at him. "He is not in white," Tick pointed out. "He does not work here."

Tock stood next to her. "What should we do?"

"He should leave this moment," Tick responded. "The fire is growing and soon he will be burning as well.." Fire surrounded them, and smoke was everywhere.

"Come with me," Damen asked, extending his hand. "I can return to you what they took away. I will give you both the care you need. I can give you your family back."

The man was screaming, now. And the fire was growing more and more uncontrollable. After a couple minutes, Tock whispered in Tick's ear. "Make him leave."

"Go, now or burn," she giggled.

"No," Damen refused. He started coughing and was weak. "Not as long as you can be saved." His words were followed by another fit of coughing until he topples over.

Tick looked at her brother who nodded. They had no choice.

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I love art, writing, and piano. I enjoy all thing cute and beautiful, but i also enjoy all things terrible and horrific. I am on both wattpad(HappytheMask) and quotev(Mischief) if you want to check out any of my stories!
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