Fight To Live

Stand To Die

Third Person POV

Tony was tied to a chair in his unconsciousness while Sierra sat in front of him on a rocking chair.

Her eyes were closed but she was not sleeping she was reminiscing her memories and her families in this house. She was reliving them which brought tears to her eyes as she knew she cant make new memories with her family because they are no more.

A groan breaks her out of her memory lane. She opens her eyes and watches Tony who is trying to open his eyes while groaning in pain.

His expressions turn to a confused one and then his eyes abruptly opens as he looks at his hands that are tied.

He looks up only to find Sierra sitting calmly with a blank expression on her face while her eyes are on him and he gulps in fear and opens his mouth.

"Who are you really?", he asked while looking at Sierra who leans back on the chair and closes her eyes.

"I thought you must have figured it out when you were trying to run earlier", Sierra told him with nothing but coldness.

"If you are really that child?, then why did you help me this much?, why did you help me recover?, and give me shelter?", he kept on asking while Sierra just listened to him.

"All these questions has only one answer do you wanna know?", Sierra asked while leaning in to him.

"What is it?, Why did you do it?", he asked her immediately as all these questions were eating him on the inside because these questions hid her motive behind it and he wanted to know it. Sierra leaned in to a point that he could feel her breath hitting on his skin.

"You had to stand for you to die", Sierra said through gritted teeth and immediately away, she stood up from her chair and moved towards the chimney.

"You know this house was my family house I have many memories here with my mother and sister, and because of you all I cant live here, because with those wonderful memories I have horrible memories too, I cant live here a single second with out remembering what you did to my family in my own house", Sierra kept on talking about her house with her back to him.

He thought that she was remembering but the truth was she was preparing she was heating metal rods in the fire of the chimney when she turned around with the rod in her hand Tony's expression turned to one of horror.

Sierra POV

"If I have horrible memories of my own house then why don't I make you have horrible memories of the house that you made horrible for me", I told him and put the hot rod under his legs while he screamed in agony and started thrashing in the chair.

"Scream all you want but remember this is the same house where no one came even after they were screaming for hours because no one lives around here, no one can hear you, Scream and keeping screaming", I kept on shouting at him for him to here even through his screams.

When he calmed down after a long time I brought the again heated up rod to him.

"Do you know I still hear their screams in my dreams but now I only want to hear your screams", I told him and kept the hot iron on his left thigh and he started screaming.

"Let me tell you a secret", I whispered in his ear while he was groaning in pain.

"Do you remember that night there were four of you monsters who barged in our house", I told him while he slowly nodded looking at me with hooded eyes that had tears of pain in them.

"There is going to be left only one of you all after you", I said while he looked at me in horror.

"What do you mean?", he asked while it was visible that he was in pain. I kept a another hot rod on his right thigh while he screamed.

"I mean exactly what you understand, I killed the other two with my own hands and send them to hell", I gritted near his ear while he kept screaming.

"Look I found you all turn by turn and, I am sending you all where you all belong and that is hell, Do you wanna know why I helped you to recover?", I asked him.

"Yes", he said meekly with his hoarse voice from screaming.

"I made you stand so that I could get justice properly, You know even legally people who are ill or retarded are not punished till their recovery and I couldn't get justice in your that state because that would mean you will not feel the pain that you made others go through with your actions", I told him and kept another heated rod on his bicep while he screamed.

"You wouldn't have screamed like this if I did this to you in the hospital or would you?, You had to stand to die, You had to feel pain before you die, You have to remember all your sins before you die", I mocked him while tears started flowing out of his eyes.

"I am sorry", he said taking heavy breaths it was obvious that it was hard for him to even speak after screaming this much.

"No you are not at all sorry for what you did, wanna know why?", I asked him while he nodded slowly breathing heavily.

"Because if you were sorry for what you did then you wouldn't have done the same to other women too", I told him and continued branding him with the rods this continued for at least six hours when I decided that it is enough I brought the poison for him.

"Here lets finish this and then I will leave you alone", I told him and brought the bottle of poison to his mouth and he drank it after some struggling to not drink it because he knew what it was.

After few minutes he started coughing violently and blood came out of his mouth.

He sat there on the chair life less after few more minutes and I left that place and burned my own house with those my those memories locked in there.