Intro: Mexxy wasn't always so evil. In fact, he was the opposite. The good kid in school, knew everything about every subject. But he was bullied, both physically and emotionally. And when the new King took to the throne, his life got even worse. Lives were lost, hearts were broken-and a rebellion grew.

It all started with a pocket clock.

He received it when his father died. It was one of his most precious possessions, and his father had chosen to hand it to him. He knew he would die, he knew there was no hope. And as Mexxy's fingers close around the golden metal, he looked down at it sadly, the hands still ticking by, slowly and gradually.

Tick tock.

He hadn't moved much since the news had got to him. His mother had left him at a young age, so the loss of his single parent, the person he loved most in the world, hit him hard. A mining accident, they said, something went wrong. 

Even though Mexxy was just six years old he knew they were lying.

Tick tock.

His father had always urged him to be what he always wanted to be. Not what he wanted to do...what kind of person he wanted to be. He pondered these thoughts a lot-he was smart, for his age, and was only beginning to grasp at the world through his small, child hands. 

He viewed everyone around him as fish, swimming around him in a circle, doing the same thing every day. His father wanted him to be a shark.

Tick tock.

Mexxy was there when he died. Saw the gunshot wound in his stomach, spotted the glinting of the golden bullet, the only thing that could end an immortal life. He held his hand as he spouted out gibberish-he could barely understand most of it, as blood was dribbling down his chin from the effort, but Mexxy didn't dare stop him from talking. He just wanted to keep those eyes open, keep those lungs breathing but there was nothing he could do but watch as his father died before him.

But before he did, five words left his lips. Five words which carried Mexxy all the way through his life. He would never forget them.

Tick tock.

It was almost time for the funeral. He would cry there, he was sure of it. He wouldn't fight the sorrow, no, that would come later. For now, he was going to let death have his little laugh, let the sadness swallow him whole and yank him into the abyss of depression. He touched the golden watch, looking at the little lid near the long gold chain. It had a picture of his dad in it.

Smoothing the crinkled paper down with his thumb he allowed a small smile to go onto his face before a lone tear dripped down his cheek, joining the abundance of others which had been dripping and pouring these past few days.

Tick tock.

The funeral bells began to ring out in the town. 

"The King is dead!" came the cry, and Mexxy looked up bitterly.

"The King is dead! The King is dead!" 

Tick tock.

As Mexxy stood, wobbling slightly, he agreed with the cry, shutting the lid of his precious pocket clock. The King was indeed dead and his time was up.

Click.