Feb 07 2009
Straw Man 25
Connor channeled his burning rage through his being with unconscious effort. There was a moment where he thought to stop and quench his rage in the sea of oblivion. There is nothing in the void; no joy, but also no pain and it would be so easy just to let it all cease. Merely letting go of his consciousness in a blink like a candle flame in a breeze. He thought as he tensed and all the fibers that made up his body started to curl and crack. In that moment, Connor stared once again into the heart of the void and, with a silent scream, renounced it. With all his feelings flexed, his limp legs were drawn up for the first time and in a splintering explosion of straw and fabric Connor ripped his hands free from the nails that pinned them to his cross.
