Scarlet Chains

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Murder and Blood ahead.


When my life ended, I became bound by these scarlet chains. The color of blood, anger, and passion. A color I am well familiar with over the years of endless fighting.


And when the fighting stopped, I always had Them to go back to : my wife and children. Until one day I came home to scarlet red. The blood of my family soaking the carpets, the walls, their bodies. It was then I learned the other word associated with red.


Revenge.


I hunted the men responsible like a predator. One by one they fell, moment by moment, my scarlet bounds tightened. Each drop of those disgusting human mens’ blood could never amount to the drops shed by my family. And so my bounds tighten again.


Five men in total.


Five men that fell to lust and greed soon fell to Death. And I am more than happy to help them meet Death. To hasten their journey by years sooner.


But as they say, in the pursuit of revenge one should dig two graves. So I have dug six. Five for the men and one for me.


A grave I am scheduled to be put in a few minutes time. Those silver chains that mimicked my scarlet ones, wrapped tightly around my wrists. Achingly bruising but I paid no mind.


My focus is on the scarlet chains wrapped tightly around my throat and chest, my arms, my legs. Choking and heavy, I struggled with my burden each day.


A week ago, I was a free man that finished his quest for revenge. Now I am a prisoner on all fronts. From the law that brought me in, by fate, by a finalized revenge.


But to tell the truth in the recesses of my mind, I hold no regrets. It costed me my life, my body, and my soul. But my family’s vengeance has been served with the souls of those men.


And walking to the stand where I am to be hung on the tallest tree, on the tallest hill overlooking the small town, I could see the remnants of my burnt home in the distance. And in my mind’s eyes I could picture the graves I dug for my wife, my sons, my daughter, and my baby girl.


Those scarlet chains wrapped tighter and tighter until my world darkened and I am no longer breathing. One small glimpse of my family, smiling and laughing is all I see before I am whisked away into the eternal darkness.


Finally, my scarlet chains broke free.

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