The Clockmaster's Apprentice

Chapter 1 | Terrible Mistake

In the first day of Christmas? I was born. My name is North Hemmingwood, I live in the outskirts of London. I was born on Christmas, December 25. My mother and father said they were blessed to have me, telling me that I should follow the footsteps of Jesus Christ our Lord and savior. I wanted to... but it was difficult. I tried my very best to be the nicest but I would end up getting in a lot of trouble. Al though I don't always start the fight, I end them... violently. I know this isn't what mother and father wanted but I can't help myself. People call me an antichrist, a disgrace and a cheeky brat, I'm none of those, I'm just trying to defend myself even if it means hurting other people.

Because of all of that, I was homeschooled... it wasn't that bad, actually it was better but I can get pretty lonely at times. I can't even get myself a single friend, they would end up betraying me, hurting me or making fun of me. That's ok, I punched them in the face it's all good. They stop talking about me, I stop giving them wounds so it's pretty much a win win situation. My ma and pa thought I was getting a bit too violent. If I get a penny for each time I promise I will never hurt anyone again I'd probably be able to buy a house. It's pretty much not my fault either, it's probably just my instincts or I'm just really easy to get pissed.

On my 18th birthday, I got a little pocket watch as a necklace, a gift that my father had given me. I thought it was beautiful, it was gold with some black and it was shiny, it could open and close. Sometimes I'd caught myself staring at it for too long until I'd fall asleep. I tried using the pocket watch to hypnotize my father, I did it just for a stupid little joke and thought that it would never work. But I was wrong. Oh so wrong... I held and dangled the pocket watch in front of my father as he stared at it, swaying it left to right I chanted "do whatever I want" I laughed to myself as I watched my father stand up and bow before me. I thought he was just playing along but I was wrong once again "what can I do for you my lady?"

I thought for a moment to see if he was really hypnotized, I told him to do something he would never do in a thousand years... 'kill mother' to my surprise he bowed again and went to the kitchen, I wrapped the pocket watch around my neck once again and followed behind him to see if he will really do it. Then suddenly he pulled a knife out in the drawer "f-father? You can stop now..." I stuttered watching his every move in a total shock. I thought he was still kidding until he ran up to mother's room. I tried pulling him away and kept telling him to stop "Father no! Stop enough!" But he was too strong for me that he escaped my grasp and slammed the door open to mother's room.

I looked inside to see my mother knitting but she dropped her knitting tools once she saw father, mother stood up and backed away "William what are you doing? Put the knife down that's dangerous" I looked at the worry in her eyes as I kept pulling him away "father! Snap out of it please! Don't hurt mother, I didn't mean it!" But alas... I was too late. He charged towards her and stabbed the knife against her chest as she slowly bled to death. Father kept stabbing at her lifeless body as I watched in complete horror. I was paralyzed, I couldn't move and I couldn't do anything. She's dead and it's all my fault...

I ran to my father and pulled him away from her as best as I could. Fortunately he stopped and fell to the floor, I looked at what was left of my mother as she stared at the ceiling with her now empty and soulless eyes. Hot tears fell down my cheeks as I held her close to my chest, I rocked her back and forth in my arms as I pressed my forehead against hers. She's gone, my mother she's... she's dead. I looked back at my father who was unconscious on the floor.

Hot and boiling anger filled my mind as I stood up firmly towering my father's sleeping body on the wooden floor. I picked up the knife next to him and stared at the blood, my mother's blood, dripping onto the ground. I gripped on the handle tightly and let my anger get the best of me. I crouched down next to my father and traced the blade into his chest ever so slightly, I poked at his chest where his heart should be and looked at my father's pale face, when he wakes up I don't want him to see the sin he had made so... why not join her? As much as I love both of them and hate death, I'd rather not spend my life with a depressed parent that could care less of the world around him.