Metal footsteps clad across the brickwork flooring, purposeful and angered. A metal fist collides with a grand door and it slams open, hitting the wall beside it with vigor. Striding steps carry the person towards his colleague, before kicking them into a wall and pinning them in place.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?” The figure shouts, voice echoing around the hall. The person on receiving end of the foot starts to push back, both hands finagling under the weight.

“I did what was needed! I did what you didn’t have the bravery to do!”

The foot is pushed off and the metal figure is pushed back slightly, standing face to face. The pinned figure stands up straight, exaggerating his height. He ran a hand through his hair, turning and taking a large step across the room. “I am ensuring a new dawn.”

“You are ensuring nothing. Your utopia will become meaningless. It will be through the will of others that one would come to fruition.”

“And you? You would see us living in a dystopia. A world where your command is the only word.”

“My word would bring peace!”

“It would not! I’ve seen your actions and they are destructive. Your enemies amass because you seek something malevolent.”

“You are playing with fire and I shall scorch you and the rest of your ilk from this Earth.”

“Jealousy clouds you!”

“This is not Jealousy. This is foresight!” A metal hand slams onto a table, cracking it under weight. “If you proceed with this ideal, I will be there to watch you fall. And when you come for my help, when all is done. I will turn my back, and let you bleed.”

“Then I guess you see our friendship dead. I would lend my hand to you.”

“I do not want your hand. Take your worthless existence from my presence.”

There’s an uneasy silence between both parties for some time. “Fine.”

The tall man leaves, walking through the doors and into the hall. His hand takes the handles and pulls them sharply, swinging them back into the frame. The metal man pulls a chair out of the way and sits on it, resting his elbow on the arm and staring at the door. After some time a small child wanders into the room, looking to the door.

“He is gone. You are mine now. And we must go to war.”