Battle

The two chairs were spaced apart the length of a coffee table. The room was silent besides the occasional squeak from one of the two people on the chairs. The slate tiled floor emanated a cold feeling that spread throughout the room. The intense glares that attempted to burn holes through the body of the other were focused and firm. Neither person seemed able to move. The frozen bodies sat motionless in the vastly vacant space. The walls were a dingy white that heavily contrasted against the slate floor. The two men continued to stare into each other's eyes looking for a way to rip out each other's soul without moving a muscle. Both of the men had the fortunate and unfortunate ability to read minds. Through the use of this gift they are able to take down their opponents with great ease. Up until this time they had never gone against another mind reader. This makes this situation especially difficult. The knuckles of the men turned a creamy white as they grabbed the chair arms tightly as though this would help them to concentrate. The battle was dead even up to this point. Neither man seemed to be stronger than the other. (To be continued).