Feint.

Swirls of red, orange, yellow; dancing, taunting, playing. Wisp after wisp jumping into the air, ridiculing you, only to disappear seconds after.

Staring. You are staring as you both play the game. You are unable to blink or look away as it's beauty beckons to you. It reaches out to you, fingers grasping at air but never venturing far from it's home.

Crackles and snaps like teasing and tormenting. It tries to seduce you like a cruel mistress, a vixen. You have seen it's beauty but do you know it's destruction ? Inside you're cold; can you take it's heat ? You have been warned of it's danger but can you resist ? Resist the pull as it draws you closer, and closer, and closer.

It reaches. You mirror it's movement. Before you can touch it it disappears. Hiding. Mocking. Luring. Enticing you to be the first to make contact. Closer, closer. You reach out, expecting it to hide. It snaps forward engulfing your hands. Heat. Burning heat like those in the deepest, darkest pits of hell.

Scream. All you can do is scream as it climbs up your clothing, trying to pull itself up your arm, singeing hair and skin alike, and sending a thick and grotesque smell that no nose could ignore.

Panic. Panic all around you. You're pushed to the ground, cold water splashes against your skin but it's too late. The pain is still there. Looking at your arm, you scream. Skin hangs from your bones, muscle and veins burnt away. Blood drips from the orifice and slides down your exposed bone. The world is spinning, spinning, spinning. You choke on the air around you before: blackness.

You open your eyes to the white, blinding light. Shock pulses through your aching veins as you recall your tragic plight through the stories of those that witnessed it. They tell you of what they saw but only you can remember what you felt.

Emptiness, a solution, insufferable pain. The fire was a way to feel, a way out of the void, out of your personal blackhole. Those few moments of hell were the best you've felt in a long time; they were the only thing you've felt in a long time. And now you start again. Back to the void, back to the emptiness, back to the numb. What will be your savior now ? Death flashes it's teeth.