I feel the color draining from my face as he walks towards me. I stand still, gulping as the fear runs around in my body. I don't know what to expect and I hate it. I shut out all my emotions, not letting the fear show in my eyes. "What do you want from me?" I tilt my head, looking deeply into his green eyes. My voice is cold, hard, demanding him to answer. He brushes it off, giving me a taunting smile resolving in chills down my spine. "Yes. That is the interesting part, isn't it? you see" He bows down, so we're at the same eye level. His green eyes are staring into my brown, reading me like I was an open book. I see the humor in his malicious eyes. He is enjoying this. "That is for me to know, and you to find out." He smirks ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Strong-minded, cold-hearted, and stubborn as hell, both of them fighting their internal flames, not ready to give in. But Is it possible to tame the flames that burn in each one of them, or will the flames collide in a disastrous explosion? The only thing we know for sure is there will always be two kinds of people, those who fleet and those who fight. Fire on Fire