"Then rot in death Goddess and know that I’m the last God on this earth. She will be mine and we will rule." He says before pushing the sword through her stomach. I watch in horror as he slowly pulls the sword out, holding it high at his side as her blood drips onto the floor from his hand. The man lets her drop to the floor, before walking out not looking back once at the beautiful women he just killed, I never get to see his face.

I try to push against the hold I have to get to her because for some reason I’m desperate to not let the stranger die alone. It doesn't work as I watch the blood pour out the woman onto the cold white flooring.

Her eyes meet mine as we stare at each over the room and her voice fills my head.

"She is safe." Her voice filled with happiness as she stares at me when her eyes turn empty, I feel her soul leave the room before I start to scream.

I wake up screaming and battling my quilts off me as the only sound of my pounding heart fills the room. My door slams open and to my surprise, Wyatt runs in with Alex on his heels.

"Are you ok?" He asks, looking around my room for danger.

"Sorry yeah, just a bad dream," I say trying to calm myself down.  He comes over and gives me look over and kisses my forehead.

"Oh honey, they have never been this bad before," Alex says, coming over to give me a little hug.

"I know but I'm really ok," I whisper to her and she gives me a nod. A ringing noise beeps in the background, sounding worrying like the fire alarm, as Alex runs out the room shouting,

"Shoot, I forgot the pancakes."

I shake my head at the thought of my best friend attempting to cook anything edible, she and I are the reason takeaways make so much money. I suddenly remember Wyatt is here in my apartment and I smile at him.

"So what are you doing here? I have class in," I check my clock on the wall.

"Two hours," I say, cringing at the fact I’m wearing an old tatty shirt that is stuck to me with sweat. I pull my covers closer around me and Wyatt just smirks like he can read my mind. Wyatt looks good today in black shorts and a black shirt, his sunglasses slipped in the top of his shirt.

"I was invited to breakfast but I think I might pass now." He laughs and I enjoy the nice sound. I get out of my bed and flinch at the pain of my ribs on my one side, where I was thrown yesterday. Wyatt, never missing anything about me, strides over with a worried face.