text: “Tick... Tick... Tick...” “How longs he been doing that? Asked the Officer “Ahh about 3 days.” Chuckled the guard. “Man, why do y’all always get the crazies?” “Shit, you tell me.” The officer responded. The prisoner, restrained by a straight jacket, slowly creaked his head toward the door. An eerie, almost sickening grin formed on his face, he didn’t look human. His jaws unclenched as he once again started in with, “Tick... tick...” “Man I’m outta here.” Joked the officer. The guard shuffled around, “You just gonna leave me here with the clock?” “YUP.” Echoed through the halls as the officer got further away. The guard turns back with a murmur and decides to sit down and just watch the prisoner. There he is, rocking back in forth in his chair, “Tick... tick...” “Man what is it with you and ticking anyways?” There’s that sick smile again as the prisoners head rotates towards the window. “Tick-“ “You a fuckin bomb or something? Do I need to call in the bomb squad to dis-arm you? The guard laughed. “Seriously though... What exactly are you counting down to?” “Tick... tick... tick...” The guard frustratedly unlocks the prisoners room and walks in against orders, he walks over to the prisoner and knocks on his head, “HELLO? ANYBODY HOME?” ... He knocks forcefully on the prisoners head this time, “HOW BOUT YOU FUCKING TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE FUCKING TICKING FOR!” ... The prisoner let’s out a chuckle, then it gradually escalates to a hearty laugh as the guard watches, bug eyed. “Oh man, time.. it’s a funny thing isn’t it?” “Not really.. What you talkin about weirdo?” “The unstoppable marching of time of course... just think, we could have all the technology, power, wisdom, and riches in the world, yet when the time comes, there’s no buying extra. Time waits for no man, and death waits with cold hands-“ “Okay Socrates cut the shit, I’m just trying to do my job and you’re bugging the fuck out of me with your ticks. Care to stop?” The prisoner chuckled “Like I said, time is a funny thing. You’re passing the time until your shift is over, I’m passing the time until my trial. Each of us have a timer over our heads, ticking, counting down to the day we cease to exist...” The prisoner notices the guards face of confidence drooping, “Oh! but you won’t have to worry officer, your timer is almost to zero, you won’t even have to finish this shift.” “Wait.. what the hell does that even mean?... You can’t hurt me you’re in a straight jacket. If you’re threatening me I can shoot you right fucking here and right fucking now.” The prisoner just grins and looks at him. The guard yells while drawing his pistol and putting a bullet in the chamber. “I’m not fuckin around man, CUT. THE. SHIT.” The prisoners mouth clenches once again and forms that sickening grin as he looks up into the guards eyes. “Tick... tick...