Fighting Fire

If you fight fire with fire, we all get burnt. I laugh manically at the stray thought, and the sweat pouring down my face falls into my mouth. The flames surround me, colors intertwined in their vicious dance. I relish the beauty, the searing pain. Sparks pop and houses fall, but all living things left this barren place long ago. Almost all, that is. The demons remain, stalking me in the dark. The demons, mouths dripping with acid. The demons, eyes made of hot coals. Claw and bite and gaze, all designed to burn. But not for long, no, not for long. It's their time to burn. As their inhuman shrieks rise through the flaming world, I smile. Because when I fight fire with fire, I'm no longer the only one burning.