The Clock Remembrances- Chapter 2 ~does~

                                                              Emily’s P.O.V

‘Why was he acting so weird,’ my head tilted to the side a little when I witnessed this off-beat behavior. He was crazy enough, I didn't need him to be two times worst. Jett’s pupils shook rapidly as his smirk widened. He murmured some words, but they weren't lucid enough for me to comprehend. “Jett!” I snapped my fingers in his face to awaken him from his abstraction.

“Emily, where did you put that clock?” His eyes converted back to their customary state.

“In your room,” I responded. He started walking to the living room where the fireplace was.

“I need you to get that clock and burn it, okay?” Jett knelled down and stacked wood into the fireplace. Did all sanity just leave his mind?

“What?! Why would you burn the clock…Why would you want to burn anything in the first place?!” My voice echoed across the house. I was so confused; my mind tried to find reasons for this behavior.

“That walking cadaver gave it to us! That kid that went into my house. I don’t even know the kid and he knew my name. Makes me want to change it,” He stated out of fury. When the fire ascended from the chimney corner, it made Jett’s eyes light up slightly orange; I could see the ember fluctuating in the air.

“I’m going to get the clock,” I declared while sauntering through the long hallway. My feet entered the enormous bedroom. I began examining his dresser and spotted the item I was looking for. The hands weren't moving and the clock handles were dust-free; this was a completely new clock. ‘Why would anyone want to burn such an item?’ I reflected in confusion. My hands grasped the petite pocket watch and suddenly, the handles activated, but progressed backwards. For some reason, this current of undesirable emotions swelled over me. I paid no mind to the bizarre experience and strolled back to where Jett was. “Here you go,” he looked up at me when those words came out; perspiration trickled down from his cheeks.

“Thanks,” He reached for the entity but without warning, a deafening ticking sounded through our ears. It was almost insufferable.

“You hear that?” I asked while covering my ears, thinking that my mind was playing tricks. He used a nod to respond. The noise got more echoic; it was like nails scratching against a blackboard.

“Come on. It’s coming from my room,” Jett stated and stood as we bolted to his bedroom door. An intense, blatant light bordered it and as the cacophony continued, it got more luminous. It was almost blinding, reflecting in our eyes. The thought of a door being the last object I see was daunting, but I had to be valiant; we both had to be. “On the count of three we open the door! One…Two…Three!” The door opened with Jett’s touch revealing the thought-provoking scene. All the clocks glowed and floated around the room. The ground was now a sea of pictures that were marked with various scenes. They formed a bright long tunnel running downwards. My eyes sparkled at the astonishing sight before me.

“What is this? Who are all these people on these photos?” I looked up to Jett, who was observing the clocks in bewilderment. I noticed that a light came from the watch I possessed.

“I don’t know! I don’t know why I’m yelling, but this is amazing!” A grin grew on his face as he looked at me. “Let’s jump in!” He seized my hand securely.

“Whoa! What!? Jump in as in jump into a tunnel that could lead anywhere?” I questioned him and gave a look of trepidation at his declaration.

“Yep!” He nodded without hesitation.

“Are you crazy?” My wrist tried to elude itself from his grasp, but he was too strong. “Curse your stronghold!” After a while, I gave up. He gave me a strange look like he was asking ‘Are you done yet?’ “Fine, I’ll go!” I sighed in exasperation. As soon as I exclaimed those words, we jumped into the lightened passageway; we looked at the glow of the watch and then to the pictures. There were images of people smiling, people crying, people glaring, and people facing death. I eyed them as we landed safely on a dark red, brick floor. Even though a dense fog clouded our vision, I could tell we were under something big.

“Where are we?” I wandered some while scrutinizing out into the unknown.

“I don’t know?” When Jett said that, the wind began to blow harshly. The haze was dwindling; it revealed a mysterious figure that was coming nearer. All was tranquil for a while. Not a sound was overheard from anyone. We both observed the shadowy enmity from afar, for it started to form into a shape of a boy.

“I’m glad you took care of my watch ma’am. Can I please have it back,” The innocent sounding voice came closer as the miasma completely receded. ‘The kid from before,’ I gawked at his smile and his radiant eyes.

“Demon-eyed freak!” A holler came from alongside me.

“Shut it you jerk!” I jabbed his side forcibly. It caused him to tumble over. My feet began to stroll to the youngster. “Hi cutie,” I stooped down to his eye-level and tugged gently on his cheek. He was unbelievably cute… to me at least.

“Can I have it back?” He requested again, this time, his tone of voice got slightly lower. I knew I didn't aspire to let him retain it. I saw something in this watch; some type of significance in it.

“Um, I’m afraid not-” I replied in the sweetest way possible.

“Can I at least see it? Pretty please?” He pleaded with puppy eyes. It was just a face that I couldn't say no to.

“Okay. But you have to give me a hug, okay?” He nodded as I placed the watch in his hands. I embraced him in no time at all. My eyes closed, for I loved the youth of this world. Suddenly I felt this strange feeling. This feeling of wind gusting around me but, I disregarded it.

“Uh, Emily?” Jett’s shaky voice came from behind. My eyes slowly opened back up. To my surprise, the boy’s shoulders were now his pants legs. My eyes widened and my heart throbbed. Steadily, I fell back, seeing a structure that only a teen could acquire.

“You know, surprisingly, you open your door to some stranger and let them into your house,” He smirked and twirled the watch around. “But, I did very much enjoy that hug and the complement, cutie. So, thank you very much. I literally owe my life to you,” I saw him curtsy to me. His eyes where gleaming; It was like he was peering at my soul.

“Get the heck away from my sister,” Jett’s voice echoed through the whole place. The teen arose while his nostrils flared.

“Do you expect me to listen? This is a special watch. Why would you want it?” He asked while walking around us. “Emily, do you know why your brother likes watches?”

“No. I...um” I looked back, seeing Jett’s glare. I've haven’t seen him glower in ages. It was like seeing a new side of him. He looked away, gritting his teeth. The conversation and his demeanor made me quiver. “Keep that in mind,” Suddenly, a plethora of songs played in our ears deafeningly. It was like a million clock songs mixing into a massive church. It made me want to cover my ears “I’m running out of time so to you, I wish to see you again, definitely,” He grinned at me. Then, he gave an intimidating look to my brother. “And to you, this is war. By the way, my name is Nathan, not demon-eyed freak! I will see you again, hopefully dead,” Nathan slowly walked to the edge of the floor boards.

“Wait!” I yelled across the room. He stood there motionless.

“Yeah?” He rotated, showing his simper.

“What did you mean?” I could overhear my voice cracking.

“You’re his sister. Ask the idiot yourself,” Nathan answered. His body started to disappear until he was part of the air. My heart begged for an explanation. Dead silence filled the atmosphere. This frustrating sensation could only be cured with enlightenment.

“Well, that was weird. Let’s get out of here,” Jett stood leisurely and walked toward my shadow.

“Why do you like clocks, Jett?” Those words faintly came from my lips. I kept glancing at him; his expression said it all. I wanted to trust him but after the questioning, I just couldn't. The seconds that were being owned by quietness were growing at a fast rate. "Jett-"

"We don't have time....you don't have time," It was then that I grasped the concept that he had no thought of informing me. I glared at him intensely and hoisted myself up. Everything had to have a reason; was this answer too horrible or just some type of joke. "Now let's go somewhere else and forget about this because there are other things to worry about in life. No?" He put on that set beam on again.

              Sometimes, I wish I could just know what he was thinking… for once in my life.