Revenge of a Friend

Revenge is a dish best served cold, as they always told me, but today it seemed that it was to be served flaming. Because I had been taken away from my 'friend' in his time of need, he felt the need to burn me. My hands, chained together to the headrest of the bed above my head, my feet chained to footrest poles at the end, I couldn't break free. Desperately, crying out for help, I tried to break my binds. My cries were muffled by the chain gagging my mouth, straining my mouth greatly. I gazed around the room, but all I could see was the sneering face of Julio, the one who had chained me here. I glared at him silently, wondering how I could have ever have been friends with him. It wasn't as if it was my fault that I had had to move when he had needed me; I had only been nine, I couldn't have just said no to my parents and stayed behind while they moved away. What had he expected me to do? I sighed and gave a tug at my chains, but of course they hadn't suddenly gotten looser while I'd been lost in my thoughts. Julio smirked and made his way toward me. He had already told me what he was going to do. "I'm going to burn you," he had said. "I'm going to set you on fire and watch you scream and twist in agaony as your flesh melts away." and then he had laughed, as if he were going to enjoy it. I watched him as he came closer. He was carrying something in his hand, but from my position on the bed, I couldn't see what it was. He laughed and used his free hand to grab the knife on the table by the bed, and I watched him with wide eyes as he brought the edge of the blade to my shirt, slicing through and cutting it off of me, flapping the sides over. My chest heaved as my breaths quickened in fear, and he watched as my chest rose and fell quickly, giving a somewhat twisted laugh. "Ronny, Ronny," he said as he shook his head, a wicked smirk on his face. I stared at him. What had happened to him? He hadn't been like this the last time I had seen him, I was sure. "You left me in my time of need, and now I'm going to leave you in yours. Except this will kill you, while I was only wounded." he laughed and brought a bottle of something into view. I gazed at it for a moment, and then my eyes widened and I began to struggle. It was gasoline. He tipped the bottle over and it poured down onto my face, and I coughed and spluttered, trying to keep it out of my mouth and nose and eyes. He moved the bottle down the length of my body, and then poured some onto the floor around the bed. He made a trail of gasoline from the bed to the bedroom door, and I heard him go down the hallway with it. I pulled furiously at my binds, but even though they were soaked in gas, they hadn't loosened in the slightest. He came back into the room without the gasoline, and looked at me. "I'll be leaving now," he said. "And I'll be sure to start the fire on the way out." he left the room with a harsh laugh, shutting the door behind him, and I heard his voice echoing in the hallway as he said, "I won't be seeing you again." A few moments later, I heard a crackling sound below me, and my eyes widened tremendously in fear. The fire had been started. I yanked at the chains, moving around wildly, making the bed creak and groan its protests to my rapid, jerky movements. I cried out for help, but no one was there, and even if there had been, they wouldn't have heard me. The chain gagging me, my cries were muffled. The crackling grew louder, and my heart pounded wildly at my chest. Exactly how much gasoline had he poured out? If the trail had gone all the way to bottom of the stairs, then...I was a goner.

"No! Please, someone!" I cried, but it was still muffled by my chain gag. It hurt my mouth and the pain made me freeze for a moment, but then I began jerking at the binds, hoping to break free. 'Please, I don't want to die...please...' I thought to myself as I struggled, desperate to get away. I was soaked in gasoline; I would burn as if I were the main course at a barbeque. 'Please!' I gave a violent yank at the chains, but again it didn't help. I wasn't getting away. "Help me, somebody help me!" my words made no sense; they were just noise. The crackling continued, and I heard the house groan out its protests to the flames below. I closed my green eyes, my heart racing around wildly in my chest as it heaved up and down in fear, my breaths rapid and quick. I heard a rush as the flames began to race up the stairs, and I could only shake my head, tears filling my eyes. I was going to die; I was covered in gasoline and chained to a bed. Julio wanted me to die. "Please," I sobbed as the tears raced down my cheeks, leaving streaks in their wake as they cleared off some of the gasoline. "Please, I don't want to die...PLEASE!" I pulled frantically at the chains, but again it was useless. "PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" my cries echoed around me, and I opened my eyes as the tears hurriedly flooded out of my eyes. "P-Please..." I cried, gazing at the smoke that was seeping in from around the door. Vibrant colored flames began to consume the door, and I shook my head. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to die! And especially not by fire! I anxiously tugged at the chains relentlessly, but it was futile. Julio had made sure they were secure, and I wasn't getting away.

I was going to die.

'No...' I thought to myself, watching as the flames poked their way into the room, as if searching for me. I watched in absolute horror as the trail of gasoline began to ignite with incandescent flames that raced toward me. "NOOO!" I screamed as the the flames made it to the bed. "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" my cries of denial turned into shouts and cries of pain and agony as the intense heat of the flames began to eat away at my flesh. "NOOOOOOO!" tears rushed out of my eyes as my body lurched upward as I tried in vain to get away from the flames of death. "PLEASE, GOD NO!" my screams echoed around me, and I knew no one would hear me.