Hearts and minds, they burn to win
Electricity crackles on the tips of his ears and down to my toes
Blood pumps with passion and fury, fuelling the rockets of flame which propell it toward its desires
No logic guides its step, its goal is all that matters, blinding white pure happiness it what it seeks and the consequences are irrelivant.
The mind approaches with caution, but blasts back with power as well, the air is full of tension which the brain cuts through with a jolt of lightning
Synapses click and pop, giving power to the ever growing storm of indignation, spurring the grey twist of flesh to greater levels of propulsion
A man stands in the middle, blue chain wrapped around one hand, fiery sinew around the other
He was fine, he held the two forces in check, made them work together when necessary
But he's tired
They pull with an ever growing intensity and he doesn't know how long he can hold on for
'Stop fighting' he thinks
The mind scoffs and the heart doesn't listen, they continue to clash like two brothers intent on proving one is better
They will tear him in two, he knows this, but he can't decide
Which one should he kill?
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