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Scroll further for the rewrite on clockwork : NOTE THIS STORY HAS NOTHING DONE WITH THE ORIGINAL CLOCKWORK STORY OR CANON :

  The story contains the same individual Natalie 'Samson" Quelette who has gone through mental trauma and has mental conflict with herself. Her only supporting mother dies due to alchohol abuse of her husband. Having already difficulty with an alchoholic father at home she struggles with herself and her sanity after been tended to be dunked to medical radio-active drugs making her snap and lose it all. Having taken the pocket watch from her eye. And her brother having the big guts to steal the gun from his father since they literally live in America, Or England. Also the part with incest is left out. Because it was taken out for another impact. And also the car crash and the mental appointment after Natalie stitches herself up gets her taken in the mental hospital but the death of her mother and her drugs to help her cool her mind. Take out for the worst return as to her surprise her father in her eyes had forgotten all about dear old mother as her takes are to succeeding to kill two dead police-men and to succeed in killing her family burning her house down and to never be found. Read the story below also this version of clockwork is still a teen so be carefull with the art you post.Italic text

I was a girl named Natalie 'Samson' Quelette born of French and Scottish heritage explaining why I am so well-spoken in my words. I am about to tell you why I am here. And what my purpose is. Why I am against time. Why I am against the world. Why I am here! and why the purpose there is for people to stop wasting their time! I hate time as long as that stupid clock I put in my eye! I am clockwork and she is all I'll ever be. In the room sat a poor little girl with orange hair and freckles she was hugging her giraffe closely to her. She was watching a show about a husky as it flapped in the series she sat there closely as she looked to her parents as she started to draw on the walls. As she thought it wouldn't do anything to her. When her dad came home arguing about some economic crap nobody could really give a crap about she started feeling the anxiety wrecking and hitting her body. She looked up to the walls praying for her mother to protect her. Her brown hazel eyes stared at the cieling. 'Why did I even have these damm kids? They're so useless. They'll never learn to clean up after their messes. Look at what they did to our walls. It's going to cost us money and she's the worst of them all!" she was afriad and she heard their yelling and barely remembered it. 'She's a child, Just give her something else to draw on.. what was she supposed to do? She can't help her creativity!' I remember my dad hitting my mother hard on the face and I hated it. She just tried to help me. And she wanted to help me. She came into my room that night and yelled my name 'Natalie, I bought you a drawing book so you don't have to draw on the walls anymore. You don't have to be scared of him hurting you anymore." I was still shivering 'Marlyn what do you think you were doing?" My father yelled "Her time for her to live here is over!" I saw my father beating down on my mother and thought to myself I had to do something. Was she scared for me just to allow herself to be beaten down. She gave up so quickly trying to stop the beating that he came after me and my brother. I've always hated it that mom tried to protect me and then when she did dad would never listen to her. And that broke her heart. I was scared and shivered. And I got beaten as my mother came home with bruises trying to fight him of for the most of time. Time was always my problem. She didn't love him she was scared of him as I thought. The hurt got to my head where I just wanted to make myself beautifull. Most girls would have cut themselves in situations like this. Most girls would have killed themselves. Most girls would have run from home. But I didn't ever had the courage to. I was scared and out of my mind to do so. When Natalie went to a new school after being transferred about many times because people just didn't understood why she was so mute and quiet after all she's been through. She was always quiet because she told them 'He hit me. It's not a lie! He hit me and my mother how did she allow it?" she cried and cried and nobody would bat an eye."He's such a good guy, Don't talk about him that way." As all they did was see through her crying."She's mental so sent her to another ward. We're not going to waste her time on this bickery.' she remembered the teacher telling her. She was upset and was dragged out the halls and looked at her teacher who told her 'I'm sorry Natalie, There's not much we can do..it might just be better to move you somewhere else for your mental health." She heard them speak in the halls as she started questioning her own health. 'Am I crazy is that what they're telling me." and often she'd walk to school to school with bruises and plain bruises for what she's been having. She hated every day of home to school as people would often mock her for her art and her gruesome pictures she drew in her notebook sometimes she would make stories on her own hoping to god it would all be alright and calm her down. But that.. was all just a lie she sighed coming home waiting for her dads approval. 'Dad, Look at what I made what do you think of it?" As she sat in her room 'It's a new project!" her dad frowned as she grabbed her by her new brown hood and grabbed her tightly 'You call this art? This is so disqusting!' her father grabbed her and threw her across the room. 'Don't ever draw this again." Her mother came home a bit later from work that day and looked to her daughter and sighed 'Did he hit you again?" Natalie was so quiet and was scared to mention it. She was beaten till the point where she was nearly mute and she said 'Yes he did." Her mother gave her the biggest hug and replied 'Natalie, What you're drawing is art. Don't let anyone tell you it isn't I find it wonderfull and creative." Natalie slightly smiled through her tears 'But dad doesn't think the same way." "But I do." Her mother replied trying to tear up her daughter. She never knew that those beatings would hurt so much. She even started getting used to them and got addicted to them at one point. Her brother then walked in with his cap and looked at the drawings. 'Sister is there anything I can do to help you?" her brother cleaned up her drawings some were even ripped from the impact trying to glue them together. Natalie sighed 'You could've help me do something about dad you know?" Her brother replied 'And what is it what you want to do about dad?" her brother gave a small smile 'You know.. that he always has a gun .. in his jacket .. and that you know you're sick of beating him onto you too." 'He hurts you. He hurts dad he wastes time and he hurts mom most of all. Once we get out of here it can all be better." Her brother sighed in worry 'Natalie, That's not the right way." But then her father walked in 'Get both of your ass to therapy you sicko's I don't know what for sick .. bickery you two are on about." Natalie was sitting in her mirror stitching her lip in red canva's "And you need to have brain surgery for those stupid idea's." That day Natalie's brother ran out the door and was barely seen again. 'Look at what you did to your brother!" as her father hurt her one more time 'He'll be back for you and I will too!" she grunted 'You think so you belong in a mental ward!" "Sicko.." her father grunted as they drove her to therapy and left her in the woods to find the clinic on her own. It was a classic french neighborhood as they drove there 'Are you sure she can find it?" as she heard from the car window and she had several bruises who got taken care of by her father and mother. 'She's autistic she needs help!" yelped her mother 'Autistic my ass Merlyn!" yelled Natalie's father. 'I can't help it that she's so retarded." he huffed and drank from her. 'And could you stop drinking for one damm second I've had enough of it!" yelled a familiar voice who kicked on the table he did came back for him he did. He was tired of it too. Yelled Allan Quelette. 'This is why we can't have nice things and a family!" he yelled at the top at his lungs.Oh shuttup, the birds are sleeping and you are disrupting them." he sighed and turned away from the scene and decided to help his sister."Hey, I'll help you." as his sister broke to tears.'It might be better if we come back for him later. Don't worry." He sighed Natalie walked into the mental hospital with her brother as her brother was starting to cut himself because of the mental pain he was in. He had no-one to talk to except his sister. 'I can't believe that all he does is treat us like shit.." as suddenly the news came in from the doctors Natalie was looking at the paper pages as the news flashed. 'Mother dies in horrible car crash along with her husband being severly injured. Suspects are suspected due to drunk driving." Natalie then crashed down as her brother hugged her tightly along with hearing the message that her boyfriend broke up with her a few weeks ago as she couldn't help but read and read the message's ago. 'Fucking bitch.." she replied as she talked and mumbled to herself 'Why does .. everything I do for a living mean I have to waste all my time?" her brother hugged her tightly. 'Natalie, it isn't your fault. " Natalie replied 'Since when is nothing my fault? Since the time I've wasted since I've been born. Dad's been nothing but a jerk and now mom is gone because of us and him!" Natalie flenched and cried at her brother who tried to comfort her as she walked home but got caught by the gaurds. This was not the right time to be at the mental hospital now. 'What .. if he keeps hurting others because of us?" Her brother replied 'I don't know. That hunchback's problaby going home with another ugly wife. That doesn't clarify that we can't forget mom. What a douchebag he might have.." Natalie stuttered 'Forgotten all about it." Her brother replied 'Maybe some treatment can help us forget it." "I hope I can forgive mom for trying her best." Natalie yelled in a fit of rage 'I love you brother, But how is therapy going to help me forget the things he's done. .. All he does is waste our goddamm time!" 'And mom is dead because of him!' 'I can't forgive him!" Natalie sat there on a bed after the moment she blacked out she started to remember a conversaiton. There was a semester as she walked in the school as she walked around with her boyfriend who she felt in love with. She smiled brightly at him. She walked in the classical looking building and smiled. Her brother got transfered to another school nearby so she didn't see him that much. She got into her seat put her bag in a locker and had a drawing session coming up to her. 'Hello class, Today we'll be having a new drawing session draw whatever comes into your mind when you think of the colors red, blue, and white. Just as a start up." Natalie inmiediately started drawing gruesome pictures of her being beaten. And of just voilent things happening to people. Other people drew realistic faces as she went into college. She wasn't considered a good artist from the teacher as the teacher walked over and walked over dissaprovingly to Natalie's desk. 'Why did you drew this? Start your project over." Natalie was very ashamed of what she drew "I'm sorry miss, Just give me some more time to redraw it." The female teacher shaked her head. 'I'm sorry Natalie, Your time is almost up. " as she replied she didn't remember what she drew but walked home with a glim expression on her face breaking into tears as if it was a waterfall. She got laughed at by some boys who chuckled 'What is your problem slut?" as she couldn't help but reply and lash out at them 'Time .. is my problem.." god knew what she was dealing threw. What was in her mind. What was in her head nobody could tell. She didn't tell anyone what happened after the breakup she didn't tell anyone what she was going through. But she was still trying to recover. But did time ever heal? Or did it teach you to live through suffering? Is all that she could ever think of. She opened her eyes as her brother sat into another room and was gone and left her a gift at her bed but she couldn't open it because she was wrapped in plastic rubbery bands so she couldn't move as the psychologist came forward to her. She was put in a machine hoping it would fix her. She woke up screaming several times blacking out. In and out and she barely knew what was going on. She thought of the killing of what he had done. 'You don't belong here, It's his fault that you're here. Dad was trying to manipulate your time. He never thought of you!" she started hearing in her head as her bruises and covers were almost coughed up as she nearly choked on whispering the words in her head. 'Kill him he was never there, it's his fault mom died and that your brother is suffering!" "Do it kill them all they are all wasting their time they should be punished!" she cried and cried and begged for the voices to stop. As she heard all those voices repeating in her head and she heard the doctor mumble in a distorted voice 'Natalie, You must be very confused right now. I'm sorry about the crash with your mother your brother told you that you had a problem with time. And that time was your biggest problem so after this session could you tell me more about it?" Natalie didn't knew how to feel about it. Other then her father as she heard the clock in the office ticking and ticking and ticking. 'These .. adjustments will make you feel better." she was thrown into a machine but the radioactive screening with the drugs went horribly wrong as she woke up as the doctor tried to fight back. She didn't care that she was stronger then him she just wanted to be away. 'Get away from me!" "I have to kill him!" 'His time is up!" The doctor reaped 'Since when is killing going to help anything what has he ever done to you?" He yelled for the security gaurds but Natalie was pushed to the table she kicked him hard and she threw him in the wall 'Let me go .. or I'll have to end your time.." "I can't let anyone stop my mission. He has to end from wasting my time." The doctor was pushed to the floor and grabbed her again as she begged him she kicked him in the guts and grabbed the syringe and stabbed him to death with it. She didn't knew what she was doing other then that she had to get away from it. She grabbed her fathers gun that her brother stole and climbed like a spider through the window. She drew voilent drawings with their blood on the wall and chuckled and chuckled. 'His time... has come t.. too an end.." as the bruised girl walked around in the woods as a few police men started surrounding her. 'Natalie, You've been stopped!" as they pointed her guns at her she didn't had any weapons other then the gun in her hand. 'Hey friends," She laughed 'Is there a game you wanted to play?" She chuckled as the policemen released their second line 'There's no time for games no thankyou." She jumped up and grabbed her gun and shot one through the head. The third policeman grabbed a knife and tried to kill her and held the knife to her head she didn't care how much it hurt she bled slightly through her tounge and flinched the knife out of his hands and stabbed the second man to death. The third one shaked his gun and got kicked to the floor. She was brutally wounded after the fight but she didn't care she had to stop him. 'Save the two dead boys.. mr officier.. your time is up.." as she gutted him alive and left a bloody troop at the scene she searched for any weapons and found some lighters in one of the officiers there jackets as she picked a smoke from robbing the dead men of their belongings. She walked the entire way home as she saw her brother getting wounded from picking a fight with his father again argiung that he didn't care that he got remarried and made her puke at the idea that he could all forget about dear old mother. 'Natalie stop you're too injured!" Natalie wasn't caring about this comment from her brother as she stitched herself up with the medical gear she found from the cops. 'I have to stop them!" 'I have too!" she held the gun from her father as her father started yelling and attacking her brother Natalie was sick of it and chased her father to the bedroom. Her father knocked her hard on the teeth as they bleed she was covered in blood. Her brother was trying to keep his new husband busy so she wouldn't call the police afterall it wouldn't hurt he was sick of dad too. As Natalie and her father were fighting hard blows were released she stabbed him at the legs and feet and got a hard kick recieved back she kept trying and she worked herself through it her father was still struggling to get up. 'I'm calling the police." her father yelled in pain. "Good thing the dead men are on their way." she chuckled and held the knife to his head 'Tell me why I shouldn't end your time." Her father chuckled 'Because you'll go back to that mental hospital where you belong." "You psychopath!" Her father was unable to get up and got stabbed in the stomach as the gun got pointed at him. 'Mother, would never forgive you.. goodbye dad see you in hell." Her father replied 'Where did you think I came from you bi-" as the blood and the organs splattered the room after hard shots were recieved from the building. Natalie sketched it. She walked downstairs seeing the woman try to dial the alarm number as she got gutted and attacked by Natalie who's head got pushed on the wall her brother threw the phone through the screen and walked out that day. 'Your time is over.. bitch.." Natalie yelled and held her at gunpoint and shot her several times. She quickly ran over to her brother 'Grab the gasoline and dad's car.. now.. you can find the keys in his pockets." Her brother did as she asked maybe out of fear or love. We never knew 'And grab the pocket watch.. I need a new name." Her brother smoked out his last cigarette and burned down the place. He shaked and pleaded 'You're not going to kill me okay?" Natalie smiled 'Of course not you're my brother." She smiled. She threw the lighter at the door and saw the house go up in flames. 'I'm glad that shit's over.. time stinks.." Natalie sighed as her brother cringed and looked back at the blood gleaming over her as a zombie. 'My name.. brother is clockwork.." she sighed as she drove away and now they were from never to be seen again. She could still drive despite her having one eye. She drove away and drove miles away and was never seen again. The 19 year old girl known as Natalie 'Samson' Quelette was never known from again and referred to herself as clockwork. //EDITS IVE LEFT OUT

//Here it is guys, I rewrote the story based on the end of the fucking world. With clockwork's abuse I know she had a drunk father and nothing in the real story was explained really why she went mad with it. I needed a more logical reason. And I left out the rape since that just seemed offensive to me. I know there are many rewrites out there but this is just my take on the story. So thankyou it seemed more logical that more and more damage could be more upbuilding to the story. And I wanted to fix it in my own way. So here is my story. It's based in a realm between the 80's and 60's so go along with it. Thankyou for it :) Thankyou for supporting it if you want to read it or publish it on a video platform allow yourself too.