Somewhere
He no longer felt the fire. That was no comfort, though; it still hurt like hell. He stopped feeling the heat years ago... or was it months? Maybe he'd only been here for a single year and it fell like an eternity because of the pain. Ha.
He could still see the fire. There was little he could do about that: if he closed his eyelids, in a matter of seconds they would burn away. It wasn't in front of his eyes, it was in them. Invading his whole body.
He wondered how much of his body was left. Was he just a hanging head and a torso, with not even the ashes of his limbs left under him? What would happen when the remaining parts fell apart too? Would he be able to...?
*click*
And then it stopped. Just like that.
If he had any sensibility left, he would have felt the hook on the back of his skull be removed, letting what was left of him fall to the hard rock floor he had been hanging over this whole time.
It was a pathetic view, even worse than he had imagined: a single head, its flesh blackened by the fire, with nothing but a small section of his spinal cord attached to it.
For the first time in, he would learn later on, eleven and a half months, he closed his eyes... and began slowly regrowing himself, wondering if he would come out as Link Fox, or something completely new.
