The Gift

There Will Be No God

*Brenda's POV*

*DREAM*

I didn't feel Stiles next to me so I'm guessing he had left. I had secretly hoped he wouldn't leave, but oh well. My body started to shiver so I reached for my blanket, but instead my hand connected with something moist and hard. A rock. My body jolted up and my eyes bulged out of my head. I was no longer in my room on my bed, but in another home. The walls were stained with some kind of black coating. The wooden floors and every other thing covered in dust and mold. It was dark in the house, not even the moonlight could make it's way in through the thickly coated windows.

As I tuck everything in, I finally decided to lift my body off of the ground and explore. I looked down at my feet and they were bear. I was wearing a plain white dress, the same dress I had been wearing the night I had the dream about the wolf near the cliff. I found a flight of stairs and made my way up. With each step the stairs would let out an obnoxious squeaking sound. The top floor consisted of three doors, each leading to a different sized room.

*shuffling of feet*

I looked above me where I had heard the footsteps. An attic! I was excited and scared at the same time. I jumped up to reach the string, then pulled down the mini steps. I peeked up and saw nothing but darkness.

"Hello?" I nervously spoke.

"There coming. Today, the master has chosen the one. He's the one that will rise against us aaaallll."

I heard someone speak. My body froze and I wanted to get the hell out of there, but something made me stay, feet glued to the floor.

"Kill kill kill kill. Or be killed. Kill kill kill kill. Everyone. Their will be no God to save the goods souls. No God to help the weak. We will destroy the chosen one and his pack."

Silence. The man didn't speak for a while, and I just stood in my same spot. I looked down at the floor and got board, then I slowly lifted my head.

"BRENDA!"

"Ahhhh!" I screamed as the man's face was only inches from mine.

"You're part of his pack! We'll kill you AAAAAAAAALL!"

I ran downstairs and to the front door. To my amazing luck, it didn't open. I looked behind me and the man was slowly making his way down the stairs as I struggled with my way out.

"Heeeelp!" I cried out.

"You're all just a bunch of stupid kids. What makes you all think you can save the damned? What makes you all think you can save everyone and be hero's? Wake up honey! This ain't no perfect little movie of yours!"

His speed increased and he stumbled downstairs, somehow managing not to fall. My eyes were blurred with tears. I ran to what I'm guessing was the kitchen and to a window.

"Open your eyes sweet heart, cause were already here, and there ain't nothing you stupid kids can do bout it. We will rebuild this town, we will make it better then ever. Blood will be drawn from the young, the old, the innocent, Stiles."

"Leave me alone!" I yelled as I tried to open the dirty window.

"Why don't we start with your little friend Stiles?"

My hands fell to my sides, my mouth hung open in horror and shock as I finally registered what he had already said twice. Jaime's name.

"Wha- What!?" I cried.

"Stiles Stilinski. Such a great kid. I'll let you watch as I make him kill himself. I will let you watch every single person sink down under the ground where they belong Brenda."