Burned Alive
Tennessee's POV
I woke up in someones basement chained up to the ceiling and I panicked and tossed my legs around. My wrists already burned from being hung up for god knows how long and my neck was very sore and hurt a lot. I groaned in pain as I looked around, I saw somebody with a mask that covered their full face and they pulled out something fidgeting with it for a bit then lit a match lighting up their bitch black mask. The person walked towards me and put the match against me skin and my skin flamed up, I never realized I was covered in gasoline. I screamed flailing my legs around as the flame spread across my clothes lighting me on fire.
When the flames burned through the fabric and lit my skin on fire I screamed bloody murder. "MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP PUT ME OUT!" I screamed at the man and they did nothing despite my cries and screams and flailing everything around as I burned, my whole body was in pure pain and it hurt so so much. Tears streamed down my face like falling rocks and I got a small glimpse of my burning skin through the flames. My skin looked like bleeding charcoal and the sight was horrifying and I screamed more as the flames fully engulfed my body burning through my skin. I wanted to just die right then and there, it hurt too much, too much.
I sat there burning and screaming as my through felt dryer and dryer by the minute from screaming. Soon enough, my thought gave out and when I tried screaming barely anything came out and soon I lost my grip thankfully and everything turned to the dark of a dreamless sleep.
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I gasped waking up and I shot up as I was on the floor, I looked around and saw my body and the man. His mask was off and held by both hands at his waist, the man was crying and I realized who this was, Confederacy? "You poor kids don't deserve this." I heard him mumble then he sighed and looked up at my dull body that was still burning and soon he left, probably because of the smoke. I looked around more and saw someone smoking, there was no smell to it though so I didn't know what it was. "Hey!" I yelled at them and they looked up, I recognized the eyepatch, it was Colorado.
They approached me and sat down next to me and took the role of weed out of their mouth. "... did you know that New Mexico died in this same basement?" Colorado asked me and they stood up again then picked me up and we teleported back to my room, they didn't appear with me though... what the fuck just happened?
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50 deaths 50 mysteries
Fanfiction(WARNING: this book will have gore, blood, and strong language, so I suggest that if you are not comfortable with those topics, do not read and is also originally from WATTPAD) A mysterious day Alabama didn't listen to his father and went out anyway...
