"Yes, it does hit you full on in the face doesn't it?" Muttered the Rabbit, each rhythmic boom blocking out parts of his words, "People donate them to me, they think I'll actually find them useful. As if one clock isn't enough."
He folded his arms and shook his head, causing his long ears to jerk about. He gazed at Ivory through the corner of his eyes, it didn't surprise him when he realised that she seemed mesmerized by the room. Not just because he expected anyone to be caught off-guard but just how easily impressed this child was. Rabbit suppressed a grin before wandering around the room, each muffled step made by his buckled shoes slightly out of beat of the clocks.
"It's hard not to guess that Wonderland is no ordinary place. So then most would assume that no ordinary people live here." Said Rabbit while he continued to stroll around the room, his small hands folded behind his back, "Indeed, everyone here is not normal but only a select few have abilities to stand out from this crowd. Mystical beings who walk around in human skin. This group have abnormal powers, to twist and bend reality into a shape completely unrecognisable. We are called Chains."
He stopped at the very end of the room, but in the centre so he was directly in the line of Ivory's view. He gazed down at the floor he was standing on, the majority of his black-and-white outfit blending perfectly to the mosaic. Through the gap in between his feet, he could just about recognise the Roman numeral that represented twelve. He tilted his head this way and that way, blinking curiously at the fragmented X and the two I's.
He lifted his head, but only slightly, so that there was a shadow under his bright scarlet eyes and his golden-rimmed spectacles glinted in the light.
"I am one of these Chains. The pocket-watch. The attention paid to schedules and, especially, not being late. Do you not know what my power is?" He said and his eyes filled with mischief, an emotion that rarely flooded into his youthful face. Rabbit raised his arms from behind him so that there were at the same height as his shoulders and he tilted his head to a point that he was looking up at the light bulbs above him. He grinned at them, open-mouthed.
"It is
time," Whispered the albino and he slowly shut his eyes.
Anarchy was the only word to describe what happened next. Once his staring irises had closed, havoc burst into each dial as their long hands whizzed through their cases, rattling in their boxes. The once synchronized
tick-tock, had now split into different beats from one another until it dropped so fast that it just merged into one messy sound. A few slid from the grasp of their hooks and fell onto the hard floor; small pieces of glass rocketing out in every direction. Every few seconds, a cuckoo would explode from their wooden homes, their shrill call could've made sensitive ears bleed. Wooden clocks seemed to rot until they were so weak that they could no longer hold the mechanisms inside them and crashed onto the floor. Fragile porcelain crumbled into a fine dust and floated in the air. The grandfather clocks that had already grown elderly plummeted onto the once-clean mosaic, the heavy pendulums broke free from their glass prisons. Intricate images that had took years to embed where just a small piece of the small rubble that was slowly piling on the edges of the expanse.
In the midst of this chaos, Rabbit was still in his original position; his gangly arms still hovering beside him and his fluffy head lifted towards the sky. He had not been injured one bit. The boy was completely oblivious to what was happening, his expression was that of one who was at ease. A shower of debris rained onto the ground but, as if concious of her presence, seemed to avoid Ivory creating a neat circle of filth around her.