The Fire Witch

The Fire Witch

I stand upon the rough logs and close my eyes. My hands are tied behind my back and wrapped around the wooden pole. I feel the energy from the torch in a villager's hand. They don't know what they are doing. I am about to lose the side of myself that feels. I will become a monster. I open my eyes. I feel no fear. I will finally be able to avenge my sisters and burn every stupid mortal that decided killing my family was a good idea. I just wish that I didn't have to lose myself to do it.
         I open my eyes and watch my executioner. He has a smile on his face. I don't have to lose myself. I can kill them without the torch, I can still look human. I burn the ropes that bind my hands just before the villager lights the wood. I leap off just in time, and everyone begins to scream. The fire charges me with vicious energy, and I set the church on fire. I no longer have any remorse. I already am a monster.