The sun had casts it's light upon the earth as it broke over the horizon to signal a new day, however it was already morning for the cluster of islands that floated about a thousand feet above the soil below. The people living on this island were already at work and preparing for the unique day ahead, a day that would never occur again in the history of the earth's existence. This was the day that everyone would experience it's first 36 hour cycle. Approximately 18 hours of daylight and a shared equal amount for night time, but in total a exact 36 hour day, and with this came a reason to celebrate for at midday the city mayor was going to unveil a gift to the city.

People hustled and bustled around in the streets to open up their stalls in the main square. The smell of freshly cooked food, of flowers and a hint of steam; the sounds of parents and children laughing and chattering; the sights of streamers, balloons and entertainers. You could feel the enjoyment coming out of the streets from wherever you were standing and it presented the city in a glow that showed all it's visitors that these were proud citizens.

The city mayor made his way through the crowd with his esteemed friend, Kacey Wall. The two of them had known each other for the longest of times and they took in as much of the lively atmosphere as they could.
"Such a beautiful day for the big reveal. Mother Nature could not have been so generous to us... Pardon me," Mayor Johnstone spoke as he squeezed by the many people that blocked his pathway, using his pudgy size as a bit of a bull bar for those that  bumped into him.
"Haha! It's the middle of Spring PJ. What did you expect? Could you imagine if this day occurred in the middle of the winter? It'd be a miserable snow festival!" Kacey called forward as he pushed the people before him aside.

The two friends looked like complete opposites as they made their way through the crowd towards the speaker's stand near the City Hall. Peter Johnstone, the Mayor, was a medium size male with slick, brown hair and a regent moustache. He wore a traditional business outfit and his overall appearance presented itself with a large amount of pride and passion for the city he ran. Kacey Wall on the other hand was a slender male with a suit that announced itself with the image of money and power. His white undershirt was embroided with gold trimmings even though many people couldn't see as it was covered by a leather jacket and accompanying suit pants. He also wore a black top hat that had a set of goggles sitting upon the rim. Whether or not he used them was another question, but he used the hat mostly to cover up his blonde hair.

"Well," spoke the mayor as he approached the front steps of the podium, "Looks like it's time." He turned to his follower and saw the man give a subtle wave and nod indicating the best of luck for the speech.

A loud ringing tone echoed through the square as Peter switched on the microphone. 
"Welcome everyone," he began as he watched as people turned to face him, smiles abroad and happy to see that the time had come, "Such an amazing day, isn't it? And what an amazing day to celebrate this time with the lovely people of Londonary. I'd never thought I'd see so many smiles and happy citizens as I made my way to this very spot here before in order to unveil my gift to the city."
He motioned his hands towards the City Hall where what looked like a large clocktower was recently built. The face couldn't be seen as it was covered by a large sheet of material, but the mechanics of the design could be seen protruding from the outsides almost like someone had mis-measured the design and didn't realise how many gears and cogs would be needed to get the device to work.
"So with only a few moments to spare and before the clock strikes midday I would like to thank my friends from the Aristocrats for supplying the funds in order to allow this project to be bui.l.t...."
"Of course you would you cheap bastard!" a voice from the crowd yelled in anger. Instantly police forces narrowed in on the area to find the offending individual and remove him from the festival.
"Now, Now", reassured the mayor, "This is a gift to the people, there is nothing to be concer.n.e.d..."

[b]DONG, DONG, DONG[/b]

At that moment the bell tower rudely chimed to indicate midday and the curtains dropped down to make the big reveal. A pearescent white clock face lit up from the sunlight that landed on it's surface. The marking around the edge could be seen indicating that every 10 degrees was equivalent to one hour of time and the arms were made with large long lengths of iron that seemly stretched across the 3 metre face. People began to cheer with admiration until they slowly began to notice one interesting factor that wasn't initially accounted for, a fact that silenced a community before a few people screamed in horror. Tied to the hour hand and at that very moment and in an inverted position was a male lying lifeless, cold and lonely. Blood had smeared it's way around the face indicating that he had been there for several hours, but what was more interesting was the fact that he had been impaled upon this hour hand. The steel rod had been passed into his mouth and through his entire body, leaving him to look like he was attached to an inverted crucifix.

The city square erupted into a panic as people began to clear the scene. Peter and Kacey watched as everything they worked for over the past few weeks had began to crumble in their hands. The event that was supposed to bring so much to the city had been tainted over a single, horrendous death. As the stampede of people ran around the two of them they looked at the deceased, noticing some peculiar traits. The blonde hair, the highly expensive formal attire. Everything about this person reminded the two of someone they knew. It was the mayor that made the first connection as he looked towards Kacey in curiosity and shock. Kacey couldn't help but returned the stare, shaking his head sideways, trying so hard to break out of the nightmare that he had been trapped in.
"This-s-s... Thi-i-i. THIS ISN'T RIGHT!" He cried out as he dropped to his knees and felt his eyes well up.
"I'm sorry," spoke Peter as he walked over and put his hand on Kacey's shoulder, "But we must leave. I do not believe we are safe here." He looked around the area, taking in all the faces of the people, not trusting which one would be a threat to them. "I will arrange for your brother to be removed from the clock, but we mustn't stay any longer."
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The people around this particular man could be seen clearing the city square, but he stood there in the background and watched the scene that unfolded before him with mixed emotions were flowing in; some fear, some uncertainty, and a touch of humour. He could see the handiwork performed on the poor fellow that had been strung up onto the brand new clock as clear as day.

"Looks like someone's time was up," he chuckled to himself as he lifted his hat and placed it firmly upon his head.
"Really Dwayne? I do not think now is the right... moment.. for that," a rustic, smooth voice spoke as he passed the standing individual, avoiding an attempt to mention the word 'time'.
Dwayne spun around with a shrug and began to follow the voice, continuing on the conversation. "Not my fault I'm able to come up with these puns, geez. But, you gotta admit that you aren't a little amused. It's been a while since this city has had a bit of drama."
"Drama breeds chaos, and chaos is uncontrollable. We shouldn't be so quick to give the artist satisfaction for his work, otherwise we may as well just start a riot now and let the chips fall where they may."
"What are you talking about Jeff?" Dwayne asked with a sense of curiosity, trying to understand what his brother was talking about.
"That was one of the Wall twins up on that clock," Jeffery spoke with a sigh taking a look back over his shoulder to see whether his brother understood the severity of what had happened, "And who do you think they'll blame?"

It was was going to be pretty obvious. To the people the Hudson's had a motive, a reason to want revenge on the Aristocrats; and unless someone was working out of line both Jeffery and Dwayne knew that their siblings weren't responsible. Still, it didn't change the facts, nor would it change future events and plans.

The two reached one of the many bridges that connected the islands together and made their passage across to the next land mass. Their true meaning for being up in Londonary wasn't really for the festivals, but more for a business deal. Dwayne's fellow workers had manage to come across a large seem of mineral and valued it at quite a high price. They had also found a potential buyer who was interested and thought the polite thing to do would be to pay them a visit and what they could get for the raw ore.