He came to in the cell, naked, lying in a pool of his own blood. Everything lay in darkness. He struggled to stand but his limbs refused to move the way he wanted them to; they were bound by some type of energetic rope that jabbed his extremities with icy daggers. He twitched. His face and right arm hurt especially.
He rolled onto his stomach, entire body quaking as he fought against himself to curl his knees and elbows under him. Pushing off his sizzled hair, he bounced himself upward, managing to rock back onto the balls of his feet. His knees trembled. He began to lose his balance; he couldn't stand. "I won't accept it."
He raised his bound hands, straightened all the fingers of his right, and drove the knife hand down into his left ankle above the material binding it. Sinew split, bone cracked, and his severed foot twisted under his leg. He stifled a grunt.
His left leg spread out from the right; he supported himself with the stump. Blood pooled on the floor. He tilted his head back, growling at the roof. Bound hands rose, fingertips sliding over his grime-streaked face. His eyes were gone.
With a gimp, he started forward behind the bars. The entire cell shook with every stomp in spite of the sparkling rope sapping at his energy. His frame exuded a deep crimson light that steeped everything in its subdued glow. "I don't need the help of others even to die and return to Heaven!"
He began to spread his hands. Muscle bulged, straining against the rope binding his wrists. With the snap of tendons, he tore his arms apart and extended them to the sky. His shackles were still absorbing something, but they seemed unable to compensate for the flux of energy pouring out of his entire being. Something white flashed around him, flickering, turning the cell into a burning hot mass. Rays ripped out through the bars, shredding the environment outside.
Punch the Sky
http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/5379/raohsp2.jpg"UUUUAHHHRRNNN--" Both hands plunged into his chest. Thin lances of energy crackled around him, and then he thrust his bleeding right fist into the sky. His aura came to a point and blasted through the roof, striking up into the heavens as a cone-like whirlwind.
He speared himself skyward.
All that remained was his body, standing there beneath the ragged-edged hole through the metal roof. His shadowed pits for eyes stared forward. Black flecks of hair hung over a soot-covered brow and an expressionless, thick-jawed countenance, his right fist still punched into the air.
