Elisebeth Torres knew what others didn’t. Other than knowing that the end of the world was about a week away, and her fault she was pretty normal. With her black Converses, jeans with holes below the knee’s so she could wear them to school, and long, thick Burnette hair, you would think she was just a normal fifteen-year old girl. Even she did. Until last night.

Last night, she had a vision. Now, she has had visions before, many, many times. And they have all turned out to be true. So, when she had a vision that the world was burning, and the date was the tenth of October, 2020, exactly a week from today. She tried to tell someone, but no one believed her. Because of course, a fifteen-year old is just trying to pull a prank.

Then when she went to bed, she had an experience that would change her life forever:

It was about eleven o’clock at night, Elisebeth had just gone to her room to flop down on her bed, and waste away into a sleep she wished could last forever.

She opened the door to her room, and there were to two people standing across the room from her. One, on the left was wearing a green cloak, and had a scar running across his left brow, who was holding a sword with markings in a foreign language. The other was wearing a black cloak, and his entire face was covered. He had a throwing knife in each hand, and they were held up.

She had read too many books to know that she shouldn’t run, or scream, or do any thing of the sort. Instead, she asked, as calm as she could muster, “Who the hell are you?”

She was then told to sit. Which she did. She was then told that they knew of her vision, and they her to help them save the world. “Well, what do I have to do to, shoot a guy that is gonna try to kill me, which would then let you take over the place or something like that?” She asked.

She never expected what could come next.

“You are a very powerful sorcerer. And to save the world you must leave your previous life behind. Either that or know that the world will end, and it is all your fault. We can arrange for you to be ‘killed’ or we can just tell your parents you went missing, want do you want.”

Elizabeth sat there, frozen, she couldn’t do that to her mother, but she couldn’t do that to the world.

“Okay, fine. You win. But give me proof that you guys aren’t just crazy and think you know how the world works.”

And she knew she had made a mistake when she could see the air being pulled out of her lungs. The man on the right ran into the other, knocking him down, and the oxygen went back into her lungs. Then he came over to her knelt down, and his hand was left hand was frozen, the other completely submerged in floating water, and then it just, disappeared.

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“Fine,” she said with a tone she had never heard out of her before. “Kill my mother.”

Elizabeth wasn’t entirely sure where it came from, but she wanted her mother dead. The two men looked at one another, but let her go. She then went down the stairs and into the kitchen, from which she slid a large knife into her sleeve, where it would be hidden from sight. She went into the living room to find her mother.

She knew the two men where behind her, watching, waiting. Maybe even brooding about whose dick was longer, but she didn’t care. All she wanted right now was to kill her mother.

Her mother was sitting on the couch, right in the middle of the room. The room was a gloomy shade of off-white, and the couch was a brown color. Across from the couch was the TV, which her mother was watching intently.

Her mother was a kind woman, always loving to everyone. But, now Elisebeth was going to kill her mother. Make her white shirt turn red, soak her hair in natural red dye, and make her look like the kind of person someone would actually want to kill.

But, the impulse, it, it was so strong, she couldn’t resist. And it felt so good. She could taste the blood.

She sat down next to her mother, and said, “I love you mom.”

And then a surge of electricity erupted from Elisebeth’s hands, and then the lights were out and the knife she was holding in her mother’s stomach. Then the legs, next the arms, and finally the throat.

And it felt so, so good.

And the blood, so much blood.

She was soaking her lips with the blood from her mothers’ neck, and it tasted so good. She reveled in the salty taste.

And the pain in the eyes of her victim, oh, just the sight of the surprise was enough to make her feel powerful.

Elisebeth had never felt better. She was high on blood.

Elisebeth never would have thought that she would like the sight of blood. In fact, she has always been quite queasy. And then there was the blood, and it felt amazing.

She had never felt more alive.

But when she turned around to the two men, the one smiled at her and nodded approvingly, and the other just looked at her. “Well,” She said, “Where do I go from here?”

Elisebeth never would’ve expected that she would kill anyone, let alone her mother, but there her mother’s corpse was, still warm, and she wanted more. More pain, more death, more blood.

Damn, she had never wanted anything more in her fifteen years, that felt so long gone. But she knew that after killing her mother, nothing would be the same. But she loved it.

She looked at the two men with a smirk, and walked up to her room to pack her bags.

“See ya later, assholes.”

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