It was burning.
The fire.
The inferno.
Sam had no rational thought as she was bathed in the crimson fire.
As far as she could remember she would insult him and he would try to get her back.
It usually failed, and she admitted that he could get some good ones from time to time.
Now, he changed the game.
For thats what it was to her.
A game.
A cover.
He wanted to know why.
He asked the question that she dare not answer.
She was angry that he threw their game aside.
You know me very well?
Then why don't you know mister smart guy.
She was lost.
Lost in her pride.
Her firely pride.
She saw it.
The ice in his eyes.
She decided to burn that ice.
Crush and engulth the taunting ice.
She would show him that her will was stronger.
