Tick… tick… tick

A clocks hand slowly moves in your head.

Tick… tick… tick

It started seven point three seconds ago and it won’t stop.

Tick… tick… tick… tick

It has nothing to do with the thing in your chest that burns like fire, racing across your veins. Or the immensely strong urge to let that flame devour everything around you, including the person in front of you.

The Betrayer.

Fitting for him, and his cocky grin even as he meets death in the eye—your eyes. You stand before him, shaking with your anger and hearing the clock in your head.

Tick… tick… tick

He thinks he’s so clever, but he will see that he’s the one who will fall.

And it’s in that moment that you feel like a kettle boiling, the calm before the explosion and water overfilling the brim and you smile tightly at him as he reaches for your cheek.

Betrayer…

Well, now he will pay as his hand softly brushes your cheek, his smile sharp. The rage builds, every inch of your body stringed tight, and then you smile for real this time and alarm flickers briefly in his eyes because he realizes his mistake too late.

That he should’ve been the cautious and careful one around you. He finally sees the predator in you as you realize the sound in your head wasn’t a clock…

… it was a bomb.