"Hero"

When we last saw our hero, he was on a precipice about to fall into something horrible, something despicable, something ... ohh who am I kidding. Our "hero" was being sucked down a path of his own creation, and with no will, strike that, no balls to make the choice that was required, he was being torn in two. Laying down feeding off his blood, while reaching back to grasp at a lost life, our "hero" again here's a whisper in the back of his mind "you have a choice to make, and only you can make it". Struggling to focus on that voice, he has heard that voice before, yes that's it. The Director is back, blessed be. The voice louder again, "the choice is yours alone, but make it quickly, lest it be made for you". Our hero gathers all his strength, all his might, and speaks "I ...." he sits up from where he was laying  "choose ......." now struggles to stand on his own two feet. A slight wobble and then steadies himself. Before him are the two paths, and behind is the closed road. "FREEDOM". With a gleam in his eye, and his head held high, he throws the hammer away, the bed of nails just another trap to keep him from seeing the truth. He nods a thank you to his trusted, a bow of gratitude to his blood, a waive goodbye the other. He turns a momentary glance at each path, but he has already made his choice. He puts on his jacket and strides forward (never straight), between both paths, forging his own way. As he walks out of sight you read the back of his jacket, "The Director".