I am not alone.
There is someone just like me.
But not quite there- not quite the same.
This person; this monster is of no physical likeness to me.
Similar only in mind, and perhaps in method.
Different, all the same.
And so my mind races to decipher his ways.
While his battles to destroy my bond with reality-
The only sane and reasonable part of my being-
The only one that ever cared-
I will succeed.
There is no conceivable way that he can stop me.
As I aim the gun proficiently, he laughs
But I am an expert shot-
So why do I find it so difficult to
Pull. The. Trigger ...
My one, true adversary.
Standing before me, ready for us to perish.
Yet,
Can he imagine life without a worthy opponent?
And so I look to my companion;
The nod consummates the idea:
I lower the weapon:
-I aim for the bomb.
My dearest rival
(realisation washes over him in a huge wave)
Aligned and prepared,
I compress the trigger and wait for the
BOOM.
O
o
.
My opposition long since fled, and I gasp for breath
Body dragged upwards-
Surfacing into fiery disarray;
He hauls me aside, my friend,
The only one that ever cared,
The only one that still cares,
John.
He tells me we should escape.
Evidently.
He tells me we will get him next time.
Obviously.
He tells me it will be okay.
I-
I am not so certain...
Jim Moriarty,
I will be watching your every move;
My friend,
My foe,
My counterpart.