[ OT ] Writing Workshop # 50 : Conflict - Man vs. Man

Two student face each other in a hallway. It's a rather typical hallway, cheap linoleum floors and dull blue lockers at their sides. They are n't new by any means, beaten on and scratched up. But with the exception of the ominous two, this walkway is empty, one could almost call it deserted. The students stare at one another in their own ways. One is a clean cut, his clothes pressed and crisp, his light brown hair neatly done up to one side in an almost sweeping gesture, his gaze calm but judgmental. His khaki pants are neatly ironed, brown loafers visible just underneath. However, no emotion graces his face. 
 
 The other, standing no farther than 10 yards away was a mirror of his opposite. Tall and pale, but with disheveled black hair and torn, wrinkled clothes, his eyes betraying pain and hatred. Ratty jeans and a black shirt was only accented by a silver ring on his left hand. His face showed determination, a peculiar expression ruled by anger, rage, and intense desire to destroy. 
 
 With a roar of rage, he shoved his hand forward and a ripple, no a wave of black force tore its way across the hallway, intent on ripping through this calm, yet judgmental persona. As this malevolent force would obliterate his target at its moment of impact, it battered itself to shreds against a barrier a hairsbreadth from the face bearing no emotion. 
 
 Only now did the clean cut student show the slightest hint of emotion, and it was a smirk. A sharp upturn of the lips, a cruel grin that very few are capable of possessing. Without so much as a gesture, a single bolt shot from a void of light that sparked into existence in front of his figure. No longer and thicker than an arrow, and colored white. However, it was n't a comforting white light. It was dull, clinical and sterile. It was as emotionless as its creator. It streaked towards its opposition, filled only with the purpose to continue on its path, to end this minor inconvenience that stood at the end of the hall. Drawing back his hand, the dark boy punched threw the bolt with impunity. The bolt shattered, spraying splinters of white light everywhere. 
 
 A battle ensued that broke the laws of reality, remolded them, and were used in a clash of titans. Dark waves, tendrils, and surging ebon energy fought like wild animals with no limits. They writhed, shoved, screamed out as they sought their goal of removing this offense in their path. He mocked everything that was his entirety. He was without emotion and purpose. He defied his own attachment to his surroundings and that infuriated him. 
 
 In an alternative, this clean cut boy was cold and unfeeling. For every unrestrained wave of black intent, he retaliated with a focused bolt. For every tendril, a blade of white conjured to cut them down with unthinking precision. For every ounce of onyx energy thrown his way, a measured retaliation was parceled out and returned with equal force. He stood defiantly as a cold tower of the unrelenting, the unforgiving. He was a judge, and he metered out his punishment with calm efficiency. 
 
 It was a mercy that no mortal was near, for their mere presence would have been rendered mutable, and vanished in an instant. Time had been rendered obsolete, a thing of no consequence as these few battled for supremacy. Near the end, if there is such a thing as an end for these seeming primal sources, both entities clashed with all their might and strength. Tears ran down the Dark Ones face, his mouth and eyes, his jaw and every immeasurable particle of his visage twisted beyond sorrow and rage into something indescribably, palpably painful. With a gasping roar, he leaped forward in a fluid stream of black liquid, uncontrolled and murderous. This force, for it could be described as nothing more than a primeval force raced towards its base opposite. Drawing back his weight, the Light One leapt into a single pointed tendril of white lightning, not eager, neither displeased to meet his foe. The point of arrival for these forces leveled the world mute, if only for a moment. Raging, twisting, enveloping and expelling one another over and over, the two entities finally rip each other to infinitesimal shreds. When they were gone, the laws of nature reformed, reality reshape itself into something recognizable. 
 
 There can never be Dark without Light. 
 
 There can never be Light without Dark 

