The Clock Tower Parade

Chapter I: A Red-Black Colored Premonition

There was a man in his twenties, who sat in a dim room. The room cause to cast a shadow over his face that made him look mysterious. He had placed a wooden pipe in his mouth and puffed out smoke.

“This is quite a very nice present that you have brought for me. Bickslow, Brother of Elios.” Placing a hand on a small black case that was on top of the desk.

“I knew it, he has satisfied your tastes, then?” another person, who was probably two or three years younger, sat across the desk. He had a proud look on his face.

“Your brother was unexceptional, he could easily identify what an ordinary person would definitely want. A rare talent.”

“Indeed, my lord. My brother would have been honored with that comment.” The brother of Elios, crossed his arms as he replied.

“No need to be formal, my friend, were not within the castle walls,” he countered as he held the pipe in his left hand.

“Very well then, Guilem. What do you intend to do with it? My brother has already given to you himself, and I know he would ask you the same thing.”

He looked at the brother of Elios and smiled crossing his legs and and puffed smoke.

“I sense a lack of trust from you. Are you worried that everything would be out of hand?”

“Its not that, Guilem!”

“Then what is, Bickslow?”

Bickslow opened his mouth as he stared at him, Guilem leaned a little closer and he could see a small feature of his face, his blue eyes looking straightly at him. He bit his lip and continued, “If everyone finds out, you know what will happen, don’t you? It will be the guillotine for us!”

Bickslow was nervous but Guilem continued to puff of his pipe, before he replied calmly.

 “If that happens,” he pauses, “I’ll be sure to make them part of ----

‘ my collection ’ ”

He grinned.

Chapter I: A Red-Black Colored Premonition.

The wheels on his bicycle creaked as he biked on the pavement. He had propelled with so much speed that his hair was caught up in the wind. He had enjoyed doing this every morning before he ends up thinking that he must get home. Reaching the end of the Black Pavement, he made a turn by the corner with his foot and picked up speed as he made another turn on the right with his foot on the prop stand and made a drift.

When he was near the opening of the town, there was a shop a few meters from where he was. The shop left its door open and an old woman was out of her shop trying to clean her soiled rug as dust filled the air. With him picking to much speed, he was getting closer and closer with every turn of the prop stand, and it was only a few moments that he had touched the road to town when his bicycle chains suddenly snapped and he had lost control of the bike. With each passing moment, the shop was visible, and with no choice left, he tried to stop by taking hold of the brakes, it creaked as it continued to head towards the shop. From afar, the old woman could hear the brakes, so as she turned she saw him having lost control of the bicycle.

Meanwhile, he was getting closer and closer now, and the shop was only a few inches from him. He clenched his teeth and pulled the brakes with all his might, he was getting closer and closer. He knew that a few inches more and he would crash, and with that in mind he closed his eyes and waited for the impact. The old lady moved away and had watched him, alarmed, as he was about to collide.

“not good….”  He thought to himself.

He was getting closer and closer, and he could feel his heart beating fast and his thoughts rambled on. Four inches; three inches; two inches; one, and-----