Climbing the clock

They held onto the edges, their feet on the jagged area, climbing up with slow breaths. From the place they were, it felt daunting but they continued.

Rhett was already having ominous feelings but he disregarded them and focused on the work at hand. The jagged areas were sharp and pointy and it was an effort to climb as it greatly ached them. They grunted and groaned again, slowly going up and soon, they had covered quite a distance.

It suddenly started to drizzle and soon they were wet and soaked. Nonetheless they continued, the small particles of the jagged place their hands met, falling onto their faces.

Rhett threw a look upwards and saw that they were soon to the real clock itself. Ash suddenly paused, for a moment he startled rhett who stared at him, his face expressionless.

"We can't be tired", Rhett said, pausing.

Ash inhaled deeply and then exhaled.

" I guess". With that he stretched a hand upwards and the climb continued.

The edges were becoming more pernicious by each stretch of the hand. Rhett's face was determined all along. Climbing, he thought about this world. To him it felt like a realm because the well he entered to this bizarre earth was actually the second.

At first, he had entered an elevator which brought him to the Slayer's domain and now a well which brought him to this world. But the question he really needed an answer to was, since Slayerious controlled the Slayer's domain, who then controlled this world.

The portals kept intriguing him because he is to enter one with ash about now. Just a few climbs and they were on the clock, they felt tired.

Now, Rhett and Ash were beside the face of the clock, the large hands ticked like usual but now, it sounded louder to their ears. At times, it saves their eardrums throb and their brains dizzy.

Rhett was now swinging onto the clock and he did just that, getting on the clock in style ( If landing face flat on the ground is style then well, I guess so).

He lowered his hands downwards for Ash to grab onto it. Ash held it and with quite an effort, he swung him upwards. Then, in unison, they laid on the ground and breathed hard, the wind suddenly becoming an air conditioner onto their faces.

Rhett raised his head a bit and then sat down, his eyes going through his surroundings. He was startled by the sight, a sight that looked picturesque in a dilapidated way. He was strangely nostalgic by the view and he didn't or couldn't say why.

First of all, it felt debonair to him. The smooth brick ground, painted black, added, to him, a great substance to the place. The wind too made it special, how it swirled and twirled and spinned afar from him felt impressive.

The place wasn't really that impressive though. It was just an empty place with a coin in the middle.

What really made it special was the view as it provided an overview of the street, of the world - this world.

The overview it provided was one with light lit streets, bulbs that almost blinds one's eyes and creatures and monsters lurking in the shadows, waiting to sprout out at the slightest signs of humans.

On top of the clock, there seemed to be a sort of eerie atmosphere, overshadowing them, an atmosphere that could give one the creeps.

Ash quickly stood up and with a deep breath that he puffed out he said: "Now we have to find the box".

Rhett seemed to have been slightly shocked by that as he moved forward in a start.

"I guess", he gave out a thin smile. "I seem to have been engrossed with the view".

Ash shot back a thin smile also, although his was now wider.

"The view is useless to us m'lord, what we need now is full concentration at the task at hand".

Rhett nodded in the affirmative and became more serious.

"Yes I guess, I've got to be more serious".

Ash remained silent for a moment, as if cogitating. Soon he spat out:

"When we go back to the Slayer's domain to avenge the kingdom, how do you think we will survive? I mean, the ghost slayers are arguably the strongest slayers among the slayers".

Rhett smiled. "We've got many things before that, we actually have duties as dragon slayers and that is competing in the battle of the kingdom. So while we battle, we strategically strike!".

Ash shrugged. "I just hope it works".

Rhett nodded to reply and paced around the place, trying to see if he would see a box. Ash joined him and they scoured the place, Rhett suddenly noticing the coin on the floor which he delicately picked up.

"A coin", said Rhett.

Ash quickly came over.

"A coin?".

Rhett smiled. "You have eyes, my good man. Or it seems I've mistaken a pencil for a coin?".

Ash felt slightly embarrassed. "No m'lord, that's a coin you're holding in your hands, a damn coin".

Gazing intently at it, they noticed that it was black in colour with a symbol they really couldn't understand, on it.

"What are we doing with it?", Ash said.

Rhett shrugged. "You ought to know, I mean you're older than me, aren't you?", he said with quite a childish smile at the end.

"You are King m'lord, you rule, you ought to know better than me I think", Ash said, slowly taking the coin away from the hands of Rhett and almost shoving it in his own face as he tried to have a 'perfect' look.

"Well, Therion said we'd meet a box and when we open it, they'll be a portal. Well, we don't see a box, instead we see a coin!", Ash said.

Rhett tried not to laugh. "I'm not that surprised. I was expecting something bizarre anyways because by the way, this is a 'bizarre' earth by the way.

"Well!", blurted Ash in frustration. "What do we use the coin for?".

A voice: [SPIN IT, IN CIRCLES, IN SQUARES, IN CYLINDERS, JUST SPIN IT!]