"I am a god."

***

Jennifer discarded Jackson's dead body in the woods, half-eaten and rotting. She was full once again, feeling his life force flow through her. The rest of his blood was washed off in the lake where Jennifer decided to take a swim, completely nude. Life was good. She felt completely free as she left all her worries behind her in the murky waters she swam in.

Part of her wanted to relive the moment his screams were silenced. Feasting upon him was one of the best things in the world. Another part of her knew it was wrong. But something forced that little shred of humanity into the darkest corner of her mind.

As she slowly swam back to the dock, her hair slicked back and damp, Jennifer felt her body being rejuvenated. All of her imperfections were wiped away. Old scars that lingered and burned had faded, her skin becoming a blank slate. Her brown eyes popped, shimmering like stars in the night sky.

Movies and television shows made everyone look so perfect, but Jennifer knew that she had to earn it. Now she was just like them, except they differed in their taste of boys.

She approached the ladder, climbing out the lake. Jennifer squeezed the water from her hair, some excess blood falling out from it. Then, she grabbed her clothes and put them back on before strolling back into the woods.

***

It had been a few hours since Stiles had dropped Lydia home, where she shortly recovered from her scream fest. She couldn't explain what happened, but the nauseating terror had washed away luckily.

All she did was the rest of the afternoon was watch television; however, it was mostly news reports about the fire. "Fatalities have grown in a horrific fire that destroyed a popular nightclub in Beacon Hills last night..."

"It's a bar!" she quietly yelled at the television.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring. She picked it up, thinking that it was Stiles. "Hey."

Nevertheless, it was her best friend on the other side. "I feel so scrumptious." 

At her house, Jennifer was looking at herself in a mirror. She was now wearing a white v-neck and pink shorts, ones that she could admire her butt in. Her teeth chewed on her 'BFF' necklace, sucking on the metal tang.

Lydia sighed. "Well, that's lovely, Jen." She answered sarcastically. "But might I remind you that not everybody feels that way, especially me."

"Really, Di, depression is not a good look for you," Jennifer responded, almost insulting her. "It's like I've had my first time all over again. Everything feels like it's on vibrate."

"People died, Jennifer. Why don't you care?" she questioned.

"Because I've got other things to focus on." She told her. "I'm sorry that most of your hookups burnt to death, but it's time to move on. Life is too short to be moping around about some white-trash pig roast."

She huffed, sarcastically responding. "Wow, that's so sweet, Jen. You should do a eulogy at the memorial."

Jennifer did not care for her sarcastic remarks, purely focusing on herself. "You know, you should be happy for me. I am having the best day since, like, Jesus invented the calendar."

Lydia blinked in puzzlement. "Jesus didn't invent the calendar."

"Whatever," Jennifer replied.

Lydia's phone beeped as someone was trying to reach her. "Hold on, I've got someone on the other line."

"So, blow it off." She urged.

"It'll just be a minute." Lydia insisted, putting Jennifer on hold.

Jennifer grunted, displeased with her. "Ugh, I'm crossing you out." She used her finger to make an invisible cross in disappointment.

Lydia answered the call, speaking to Stiles. "Hey."

"I need to see you right now." He said.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Just meet me at my house in 10. There's something you have to know." Stiles emphasised. 

She nodded. "Okay, but we'll have to make it 15 because I'm talking to Jennifer at the moment."

As she thought, Stiles agreed to her terms. "Yeah, sure."

Meanwhile, Jennifer had picked up a lighter her mother had laying around. She flicked it open and stuck out her tongue. Curiously, she placed the burning flame underneath it, watching the tip blacken. To her astonishment, she wasn't experiencing any pain at all. It almost felt satisfying as she let it burn her.

Jennifer lowered the lighter, flicking her tongue as the burn swiftly healed. She gasped a little, ecstatic at the fact that she was invincible.

Lydia came back on the line again, stating. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

"I am a god." She uttered.

"Good for you." Lydia retorted. "I'm heading over to Stiles."

Upon the mention of his name, Jennifer smirked. "You know, Stiles is looking really cute to me lately. Are you thinking of dumping him anytime soon?"

She narrowed her eyes. "What? Of course, not."

"He must be packing some inches then if you're planning to stay with him." Jennifer deemed.

Lydia awkwardly squirmed on her bed, trying to ignore her. "I'll see you later."

She hung up, bewildered and bothered by Jennifer's new attitude. However, after heeding Stiles' words from earlier, she speculated that she was just traumatised. Though Lydia was right about the trauma, she was wrong about everything else.

***

As she wandered down the street, Lydia acknowledged a few police cars driving by her. Some of them even looked to be from out of town. Nevertheless, she continued her walk. When she reached Stiles' house, she saw him sitting on his front steps.

"Why are there so many cops out tonight?" she asked, approaching him. "Has something happened?"

There was a clear look of distress on his face. Stiles stood up and walked towards Lydia, speaking with a solemn tone. "They're over to Jackson's house to speak with his parents."

Even though she wasn't exactly fond of Jackson at the moment, Lydia was still concerned. "Why? What's happened to Jackson?"

"He's dead, Lydia," Stiles informed her. "He's been murdered."

Her heart dropped. She was silent, her eyes widening in shock. They had a class together earlier that day; he was sat right in front of her. It was unreal. Everything was going wrong this week. First, there was the bar fire, and now Jackson's been murdered? What was happening to the world?

"Are you serious?" questioned Lydia as she uncomfortably folded her arms, shivering in the cold.

"Yeah," Stiles confirmed. "The teachers found his body in the woods behind the school. Someone ripped Jackson limb from limb. Then, they ate parts of him like a cannibal or something?"

From his description, Lydia could just imagine what his dead body looked like. It sickened her, knowing that someone out there had an affinity for human flesh. How could someone be so cruel?

"No one's even supposed to know yet, but my dad's just heading over to the scene." He mentioned.

Something about this didn't sit well with her. "This can't be a coincidence." 

He squinted, confused. "What are you talking about, Lydia?"

"Come on, Stiles! A fiery deathtrap, and now a cannibal psycho takes down one of the toughest jocks in school? It's freaky!" she exclaimed.

Stiles shrugged, yet mostly agreed with her. "Well, the bad luck has to be over now, right? Nothing can get worse from here?"

She sighed, hesitantly nodding. "Right."

The two embraced, trying to support one another during this tough time. Maybe things would get better. They had to get better because that's how life worked. They had to have faith and hope.

They were fucking idiots.

***

This chapter's short, but I hope you liked it. I was lucky to find that gif of Olivia because it's literally perfect for this chapter.

- Alice ❤