Chapter 79

I can't tearmy eyes away from the clock. It moves so slowly, its incessant ticking wearing on my nerves. Everywhere I look, they scurry, worry and hurry. All trying to find me. But they never will.

Time may be moving slowly, but it is moving all the same. Just like grains of sand falling through an hourglass, what shall come is inevitable.

I tilt my head from side to side, stretching my skin. It prickles with my desire to see this through. To kill again.

Not yet, I remind myself.

I must follow the plan. It's all laid out so perfectly.

Now is the time to wait and watch.

Soon it shall be time to reap and sow.