[ WP ] The Protagonist and Antagonist realize that thet both have the same exact goal , in the same exact way .

Nash Dean raced down the crackling stone hallway in the Vespuchian Mountainside Monastery. His hiking boots stomping on stonework floors that hadn ’ t even been seen by the human eyes in years much less walked on. He glanced on his shoulder as a burly man, in full tactical combat gear dashed after him, gaining ground. 
 Dust and crumbling stone was falling everywhere as the entire structure shook as explosion after explosion occurred above them. The shadowy organization Infinity and their mercenary for hire army were waging war above with the native people. Nash head his forearm up to block the debris as he got closer to the secret inner chamber of the entire lost city. 
 
 He made it! 
 
 He couldn ’ t even take a second to stare in amazement at the beautifully adorned crafts work and giant stone arches. The intricate ancient pulley systems and irrigation channels. He ran past all of that to get to the lava encircled podium in the center of the chamber. 
 He knew Lazariovitch was right behind him, if he could make it the Orb of All Being first and throw it in the lava then the world would be safe! When realized he was going to make it, he stretched his arms out to grab the orb and a smiled crept upon his face. 
 
 And then he felt his whole body get pulled backwards. 
 
 He didn ’ t reach it, Lazariovitch had grabbed him. A right hook to the face, a left hook to the face. A gut punch. And then Lazariovitch grabbed him and threw him across the chamber. Dean hit the ground and slid away. His arms pushed him back up off the ground, now stained with his blood mixed in the debris, and he climbed to his knee as Lazariovitch turned toward the orb. 
 
 “ Stop! Lazariovitch you can ’ t! ” 
 
 Lazariovitch turned toward Dean, his face bloodied and bruised from their previous two encounters in Tanzania and at the base camp where Infinity had captured Dean before he made his escape, and he reached out toward the orb. 
 
 “ No, this is the last time you get in my way Dean! You will interfere no more. ” 
 
 “ Lazariovitch, listen to me! Look, you can open that orb if you want to, and you can wish for anything you want in the world. Money, Power, Women. ” 
 
 “ I know. ” Lazariovitch nodded as he clasped his hands over the orb. 
 
 “ Listen! No, listen to me! ” Dean pleaded, “ But it won ’ t be lasting! You won ’ t feel good about any of it because it costs souls Lazariovitch, human souls! Every single day you keep a wish going thousands will die! You wouldn ’ t want to live with yourself after that man! The Christian Lazariovitch I knew back in Hardknock ’ s Orphanage Home wouldn ’ t want that! ” 
 
 “ You ’ re right. ” Lazariovitch grabbed the orb and held it in his hands. 
 
 “ And you ’ re just going to do it? You can ’ t, you can ’ t kill all those people! ” Dean yelled at him. Lazariovitch looked Nash Dean straight in his eyes and replied. 
 
 “ Oh, I ’ m not. ” Lazariovitch slowly walked toward Dean, palming and playing with the orb in his hands. His demeanor was a little more casual now, a little cockier. “ See, that ’ s why I defeated you Dean, because you can ’ t even fathom someone thinking on a different level than you. You probably thought I came here to the Lost City to get the orb for my own selfish desires. ” 
 
 Dean spat out blood on the ground and wiped his mouth with his tattered shirt sleeve. He locked eyes with Lazariovitch as he stood up, wincing slightly at his ribs. 
 
 “ No Lazariovitch, I know you did. ” 
 
 “ See, that ’ s where you ’ re wrong. ” 
 
 “ Then what is your masterplan? ” 
 
 Lazariovitch chuckled. “ It ’ s not my masterplan Dean, it ’ s not about me, and it ’ s about saving the world. ” 
 Dean shook his slowly, “ No, this isn ’ t… No! ” He thrusted his bruised hand out fiercely, “ Give it to me Lazariovitch. ” 
 
 “ Never! When this thing is in the lava it won ’ t be able to grant a single wish ever again. ” 
 
 “ Is it worth it? ” 
 
 “ Yes! It ’ s worth it, it ’ s always worth it. ” 
 
 Dean leaped at Lazariovitch instantly. Reaching out to try to knock the orb out of his hands. Lazariovitch moved to quickly though. Both men went careening down to the ground as the temple shook. Dean watched Lazariovitch ’ s arm pull back and launch the orb across the room to the lava stream running through the collapsing structure. The men hit the ground with a thud and both stared as the orb hit the lava, catching on fire and cracking. 
 
 A woosh of wind and a deafening scream that almost sounded like a centuries old creature howling as its spirit was released from imprisonment inside the orb filled the room. Sand, dirt and stone debris slid across both faces as the men raised their hands out to block it. 
 
 Both walked slowly to the edge of the platform, glancing up each other tentatively and them looking down at the slowly melting orb. 
 
 “ It ’ s over Dean, ” Lazariovitch started, “ Now you won ’ t get to kill millions and the orb is destroyed forever. ” 
 Dean stared at him puzzled. 
 
 “ That ’ s right, you thought I was trying to one up you and take it for myself because you can ’ t fathom how someone could give up all that power; well that ’ s because you ’ re sick Dean! Most men would give up power if it meant killing millions of people! ” 
 
 Dean stared at him longer, not speaking a word. 
 
 “ Yeah, we ’ re alone now, and this whole place is coming down around us, but I don ’ t care what you do to me now, my father died trying to get this orb before your father got to it! When I found his old journals I thought he had just died on an expedition, but after reading the whole story and finding the clues he left for me in his old Egyptian Codes, using my inheritance to band together a resistance army against you and finding the clues in three vastly different countries that all lead me here to the location of the lost city, I know my father would be proud! ” Lazariovitch pounded his right fist into his chest, “ So go ahead, do your worst. ” 

