Noah
The cold was all encompassing as my blood left my body, drawing with it any sense of warmth my mind existed in the floating void of dark, wondering if I was dead. The thought made my soul as cold as my blood drained body. A flicker of warmth, this sense of hopelessness turned to anger and the anger was warm. As I felt the warmth in me grow, the anger grew with it. Anger , pain , warmth... no heat. I couldn't temper my anger, did I want to? Was it the anger producing the heat or was the heat my anger... either way, I couldn't stop it. That was my existence; pain, anger and heat floating in the void. The pain, oh god the pain, it tore through every cell of my body, tearing me apart as the flames inside me began to roar with a heat so intense that I felt it would consume me. Pain, pain,
