The Crimson Clock: Path of The Fallen

Chapter Nine

"What's going on?" Jaxton asked, as we stood in the middle of my bedroom, it was still a little messy.

"The clock went off." I said.

"Went off?"

"An alarm. Exactly at 2:04. The time it was stuck on."

"Okay. . . so maybe it had an alarm set on it." He shrugged.

"But where do you set the alarm?" I pointed all over the clock that was in my hands. "There are no buttons or switches, not even a place for batteries. Weird right?"

He took the clock from my hands, and examined it once more. "That is odd."

"See? It isn't a normal clock."

"Well obviously. It looks like it was made in the 70's."

I took it from his hands. "That's not the point. The point is, how does this thing even work if there's nothing powering it?"

"I don't know. All I know is you interrupted my afternoon nap." He complained.

"So that's why you look like that." I said, looking at his ruffled up hair and wrinkled shirt.

"Hey! I always look good."

I rolled my eyes, and looked at my phone as a notification popped up. My heart started racing as I read it.

I picked up my phone, and ran downstairs, regardless of the pain it caused. I looked for the remote, and scrolled through the channels until the news was casted over the screen.

I covered my mouth with my hand, as the news lady talked.

"A horrific fire broke out in an apartment building, in downtown Little river, just minutes ago at exactly 2:04 pm."

A video behind her showed a raging fire that took over a building. People were running away, firefighters were blasting their water at the building, trying to put it out.

"Esme, what the heck-" I shushed Jaxton as he entered the living room.

"What is this?" He asked, looking at the building in flames.

"An apartment building caught fire." I said, turning the volume up.

"Okay. . ." He said, waiting for me to say more.

"The building burst into flames at exactly 2:04 pm."

"Like the. . ." He didn't finish his sentence, as the lady talked more.

"Nobody knows how the fire started. Many injuries, and only one death. A 24 year old woman, Clara Davis. Her daughter and husband fortunately made it out."

I gasped as a tear left one of my eyes. "Jaxton. . ." I gripped his arm with my hand. "Clara Davis."

"You know that lady?"

"Clara Davis. CD." I said. "24 years old. 24."

"You don't think. . ." He looked down at the clock that was still in my hand.

"Oh my god."

This "dumb" clock that suddenly got into my possession, just showed me the exact time this fire wawa about to happen. And the person who died in it.

"So that alarm," I looked back up at Jaxton. "I-it was signaling that the fire happened. The alarm started the fire?"

"Holy crap Esme. That is a magical clock."

"Not in a good way." I said. "Do you think it would show us another one?"

"I have a feeling that wasn't a one and done situation." He said, taking the clock from my hands. "Esme." He nudged my arm, "It's blank."