Two consciousnesses in a game of tag
Both standing their hard grounds, pulling each other to faint; fighting for dominance, battling each other's will.
Meet Julio - Inexplicable hunger eats him from deep within and a familiar itch started rising from his gut, traveling its way to his two gloved hands. And with blank stares, in a trance, his grip tightened; watching life getting drained from his prey, lights dimming from the windows of the soul within.
Meet William - Horrible memories of long forgotten past came flooding, cascading, soaking him in muddy, pungent smell of rotting flesh being eaten by maggots, hungry stomach, dry mouth, and of dark cold basement...
Which consciousness would win in the battle of good and evil?
He who forgots?
He who remembers?
WHO WILL BE THE REAL MASTER?
"I, I am he who blots out your transgressions for my sake, and I will not remember your sins."