Seagull Gods and the End of the World

Date: 9/23/2016

I am a child living amongst some gods as a slave. They are shaped like seagulls and feed off my hope so all I can do is despair as I am often offered glimpses of freedom which is suddenly dashed when I remember that the world has devolved into a chaotic war. Suddenly I am a young woman in the war. I am wondering through the streets with 2 young men, scavenging corpses from cars. We desperately need a socket wrench and we are searching every car from top to bottom. I finally find one inside the corpse of a man in a tent on the side of a road at the top of a steep hill, it appears someone had forced it down his throat. I crawl into the tent and cut it out of his belly with a knife with my two friends keeping lookout. I triumphantly show them the bloody wrench when suddenly one of their heads explodes, the other in surprise zips up the tent and kicks it down the hill. I painfully tumble down the hill, hearing gunshots the whole time, jostled about by the corpse I just cut open. When the tumbling finally stops I crawl out of the tent to see soldiers chasing me from up the hill. I abandon the socket wrench and start running towards the giant wrought iron gates in the distance. Upset and angry over the deaths of my companions I run at the gates and transform myself into pure energy, allowing myself to pass through them and electrifying them so the men cannot follow. When I change back to being a human, I see I have entered the land of the Gods. I feel only ire towards the Gods that abandoned us all to die in this war and use my energy ability to make so wings out and pure energy and begin to fly to their palace. I see one of the Gods, a giant seagull, flying to intercept me, so I transform into a pure bolt of energy and strike it, taking possession of it. In the Gods great seagull body I destroy the men who had been pursuing me with a poisonous breath and then head for their palace, planning to take the place of this God and live in luxury. When I arrive the other gods are waiting for me. They tell me they know that I killed the true Gods mind and stole his body but they admire my power and will accept me as a one of them. I start to feel happy but then I see the body of a young child. Child I remember being. One that was tortured and played with to have his hope fed upon, and now that he had died, left in a corner to rot. His body looked so withered and maggots crawled in his ears, and I remembered being him and experiencing his suffered. I fought the Gods, using their own bodys and power against them. I used my energy ability to leap from God to God and smote their minds, leaving only dead husks on the ground.