He smiled to himself, a crazy sort of confidence in his eyes as he tightened his grip around the spoon.
"They said it couldn't be done," he muttered to himself, oblivious to the screams of the masses, or perhaps just used to them. "They said it would take more than I had and then some, but I've showed them all now. I've opened their eyes to the truth... it's almost a shame how briefly they'll be keeping those eyes."
The flames crawled upwards, searing all those in view of its radiance, but he stood strong, facing it, unafraid, knowing he was the master of this blazing baptism.
Maybe it was the madness, convincing him that his plan was special, that only he could understand the intricate interconnecting web of what his mind clearly told him was pure unbottled genius flowing freely from a fountain, but when another stepped through the inferno, seemingly apathetic to his scarcely singed auburn hair, the self-proclaimed master instinctively let out an ear-piercing shriek, the sound of the tapestry of his mind unravelling in the face of his plan doing the same.
How?, he asked himself, his scream subsiding. How? No. he closed his eyes, weaving the tatters together, linking threads anew. He knew in that moment what he had to do.
"No." he said, suddenly self-sure, tightening his grip further. If the scorching metal was making his nerves scream as it would normal men, he certainly wasn't giving it away.
Sudden movement. A lunge forward, unbalanced but forceful. The madman screamed in fury.
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