I do not own Darksiders or Iridescent by Linkin Park. So there. Also, I would like to thank detrametal for beta…ing this for me. Enjoy the updated version! Problem? Deal with it. Ha! See what I did there?

I ran. I mean, what else could I do? You would do the same, I know you would. If it's between running for your life, again, or being eaten alive, again, you would probably choose running. Don't say you wouldn't 'cause that's lying and lying is bad… right?

Anyway, one moment I'm walking through the woods, looking for blackberries, and the next thing I know, I'm running for my life in a completely different place. From what you ask? Allow me to start at the beginning. Well not really the beginning 'cause it'll take too long and I don't feel like telling you my life's story but close enough.

As I said before, one afternoon I was walking through the woods with my two dogs, Missy and Odd. One's a rat terrier and the other's a blue healer/white english/smart idiot/demon spawn. I love them both. I was chopping branches out of the way with my machete, Odd was trying to eat my foot again for some… odd reason, and Missy was just trotting along adorably. I had my hood of my sleeveless hoodie up so that random twigs and leaves wouldn't get caught in my short hair. Funny how you can remember the smallest details before your death. Birds were singing. Frogs were croaking. Squirrels were… making whatever sound squirrels make. Chittering I guess? It was just a normal day. Until I heard a huge crashing sound and felt the ground shake beneath me. Lovely.

What the Hells? We don't get earthquakes out here.

The dogs started barking and took off back towards the house. Curiosity overpowering common sense, I followed them, the bells on my anklet and belt loop jingling with every step. Let it not be said, however, that I was not cautious. Discarding the "no running with sharp objects" rule, I pulled my hunting knife from its sheath on my belt and continued running to my home, praying that everything was alright.

Everything was far from alright.

My house was gone. That's the only way I can really describe it. There was nothing there now but a huge crater and a bunch of smoldering rubble. My first though was, "Oh my God! Levi!" Leviathan was my pet iguana. Another demon spawn who I also loved very dearly. Second was, "My books!" And third, "I'm glad no one's home…"

I was looking for the dogs when I saw something move in the crater where my house once stood. Huge claws appeared at the edge - one of them actually crushed my truck - and a winged bat-looking demon pulled itself up. How did I know it was a demon? It was ugly as sin, that's how.

"Damn boy, you ugly!" I accidently said out loud, drawing its attention.

It let out an ear-piercing screech, climbed the rest of the way out, and charged at me.

"…Der'mo…"

I quickly sheathed my blades and ran for the forest, hoping the trees would at least slow it.

They didn't. The demon just mowed them down.

"Look, if this is about callin ya ugly, I'm really sorry alright?! I didn't mean it! I know you're probably beautiful on the inside!" I shouted back at it. As expected, my empty apology did nothing. So I kept running, silently cursing myself for never wearing shoes.

Huh? Is this where the story started off? Nah, man but we're getting close. Now where was I? Ah, yes. Running for my life…the first time.

I didn't dare look behind me but I knew the demon was gaining on me. How could it not be? That's when I reached my first, and last, major obstacle. A barbed wire fence in the middle of the woods. What's it doing here you ask? Cows. That's all I'm saying. I quickly dropped to my belly and started to crawl under it as fast as I could. Apparently, I wasn't fast enough. The demon grabbed my left leg and pulled me back. It held me suspended upside down in front of its ugly mistake of a face, a hungry look in its eyes.

"Hey, dude, I really don't taste good. Seriously, you'd have a way better meal goin and eatin one o' the cows in the field."

Needless to say, it didn't listen to me. It let out a creepy chuckle as it dangled me over its huge mouth like a worm on a hook. It released my leg and I fell. It bit down, its crooked fangs piercing my stomach. I screamed at the excruciating pain as it chewed me in half. I could feel the blood gushing from the multiple wounds. That's all I can remember before the darkness, I assumed was death, claimed me. That, and its insides were also ugly.

I floated in the darkness who knows how long. I had no idea what was going on, no sense of time or direction, if there were such things in this all-consuming darkness. I wondered if it was purgatory or limbo or any of the other places you hear about that come after death. Frankly, I didn't care. It was a comfortable darkness.

Finally, something happened. I was floating, as usual, when a strange scene appeared before my eyes. It was an entirely different world altogether. Honestly, it looked how Hell was described to me growing up. Except the ones describing it failed to mention the three huge heads made out of rock with glowing eyes and huge gaping mouths that sometimes filled with fire and a huge man dressed in a tattered red cloak and black, silver, and gold armor with a way oversized left hand.

The man knelt before the three rock heads. His hood up was so I couldn't see his face.

The center head spoke first, its voice a gruff sound that was expected from a rock head, "The law is clear: When the Seventh Seal is broken… Four Horsemen shall ride forth to punish the wicked… be they Sons of Men… Lords of Heaven… or the Dregs of Hell… All upon Earth will be judged, and the pact forged anew… YOU FORGET YOUR POST, HORSEMAN! YOU FORGET THE LAW! No call was given! Yet the Destroyer marched, and there you were found - under his black banner if the claims are true."

Whoa, this is trippy. He cain't really mean the real Four Horsemen o' the Apocalypse? Can he? No freakin way. And that's one o' 'em? I tried to speak up but I had no voice, only my thoughts. And they were all over the place. As usual. Wait, what the fuck're they talkin bout anyway? And what kind o' lame and over-compensatin name is "The Destroyer"?

The supposed Horseman spoke up, his voice deep also gruff but much less so than Stone Head, "To hell with your claims! The seals were broken! I was summoned!"

Why am I thinkin o' artic seals…?

Next was the rightmost head, who just sounded plain mean, "But where are the other Horsemen? Were they not "summoned" as well?"

Oh yeah, there're four o' 'em… Wonder which one he is.

"The Seven Seals are hidden, as they have been since the pact was forged, eons ago… all of them intact… there was no call." Center said.

What is this pact and what does it have ta do with artic seals?

"You aided the Dark Ones. Broke a sacred covenant that has doomed Mankind, and threatened the Balance! Do you deny it?" asked Righty.

Doomed Mankind? I guess that would explain the demons… and the meteors hittin all over Earth… That's kind o' a stupid question though, he's already denied it once, right? O' course he's gonna do it again.

"When I rode… Heaven and Hell were already at war. Abaddon was there. He KNEW something…!" said Red.

Great, another person, er thing, I know nuffin bout. Thank ya fer that Big Red!

Center: "Abaddon fell, fighting off the chaos you unleashed!"

Big Red started the Apocalypse? But he don't look like he would hurt a fly… Pfft! Oops, I lied.

Red: "I fought, powerless against the demons! And still you accuse me?!"

Poor you, it's not like ya got armor ta protect ya er anythin right? And another stupid question. I thought there were none.

Finally, Lefty spoke up, he sounded nicer than the other two but still had that superiorly annoying tone, "Your defeat proves nothing! Likely, the Destroyer cast you aside when he was finished with you!"

Wait, Big Red was defeated? By what?! The guy looks like he could take on an eruptin volcano and win!

Righty: "You have defiled the Law, Horseman. You will be punished."

What, does he have ta sit in the corner er somethin?

Red: "I serve only the Council. Only the Balance. As the Horsemen always have. Send me back. I will punish the ones responsible."

I get the feelin that this is the Council… and they're a buncha jerks.

Center: "How? What hope do you have against the Destroyer's armies? You are powerless!"

Oh, so now this big, bad Destroyer dude has armies? Laaaaame!

Red: "Then I will fail, and the demons will have carried out your sentence."

What sentence? Puttin ya in a corner? Takin away your cell phone? ...What else do kids fear these days? Er what do Horsemen fear in this case. Wait… are they gonna take away his horse? Ya bastards!

Center: "Very well. You will return to Earth. But, you will be watched. Come forth."

Big Red did as he was told and got close to the three heads. Well, as close as he could get with the lava pit they were sitting in. He kneeled by the lava pool and stuck his oversized gauntlet into the molten liquid.

…Ya freakin idiot! Why the fuck would ya do that?!

The man grunted in pain as he held his hand in the lava.

O' course it's gonna frikkin hurt! What, did ya expect it ta feel like stickin your hand puddin?! Also, why would anyone stick their hand in puddin?! Now I want puddin! Dammit!

Big Red finally drew his hand out, some black liquidy mist now clinging to it. From the mist came a black and silver figure that seemed to be at least half mist. It had six teal colored eyes, spindly limbs, and an annoying voice that grated on my every nerve with the very first word. And yet, he had no mouth. Hm…

Center: "The Watcher is bound to you. It will ensure your loyalty."

Watcher huh? How appropriate… and creepy.

The Watcher swirled around the Horseman, "Remember that. Or I will really get under your skin!" He turned back into mist, disappearing inside Big Red's gauntlet, making him fall to his knees in pain.

Center: "ENOUGH! Rise, War… and arm yourself. Chaoseater. The angry blade thirsts for destruction."

So that's War… I feel as if I shoulda known this. And Chaoseater? That's a cool name. So not as lame as the Destroyer.

War walked over to where a huge sword rose out of a smaller pool of lava. It was black and gray with –What are they called? - death-masks down the middle and almost as tall as the Horseman. He drew it from the pool, easily twirling it before slinging it across his back where it mysteriously stayed with nothing holding it there…

What kind o' black magic is that?

Lefty: "The souls of the dead will be your currency. Some enemies are more easily bought than killed."

Souls? Really? How do ya even fit those in your pocket? Does he even have pockets?

Big Red traveled to another platform on the other side of the rock heads where a pit full of swirling, blue somethings awaited him. He lifted his gauntlet into the air and the blue stuff turned into screaming faces and flew into the raised hand.

Oh… guess not.

Center: "Seek the demon Vulgrim. Few can afford his services, but perhaps you can strike a bargain."

Whoa, aren't demons supposed ta be the bad guys?

War: "The Council confers with demons now, does it?"

Thank you! See? Big Red understands!

Lefty: "Since the truce was broken, some demons have fallen from the Destroyer's favor. Vulgrim is one such outcast… he has long sought an audience with us."

Well, ain't y'all just a couple o' big shots.

War: "How long have I been here?"

My question exactly, but about meself.

Before he could get an answer, War burst into flames and disappeared.

…The frikkin Hell man?! What the fuck?! Y'all told him all that, even gave 'im his badass sword and money souls just so y'all could set 'im on fuckin fire?! Sadistic, twisted, stone-headed bastards! Just wait till I can get my hands on ya!

Before I could continue my pointless, and unheard, rant any further, the scene disappeared and I fell back into darkness.

Hey! What the Hell was that? I don't even know who I was talking to, if anyone, but I had the feeling someone, or something, was listening. C'mon man! What the Hell happened ta Big Red? They couldn't just off 'im like that! That's bullshit! I demand a redo!

No one answered. I went to sleep. What else could I do?

Time passed, I think. Again, I have no idea how long. I'm not even sure if there is such thing as "time" where I was. Eventually, something woke me up.

"It is time to wake up. You will return to Earth as well."

I did what I normally do and kept sleeping. If he wasn't going to answer me then I wasn't going to answer him.

"…Wake up!"

I did "wake up" briefly but turned over in my imaginary bed and went back to sleep.

The voice gave a frustrated sigh, ripped off my imaginary covers, and kicked me off my bed. Where I landed on Earth.

I opened my eyes to see a bright blue sky and white fluffy clouds through the tree tops. That is a lie. The sky was more of a reddish color, dark clouds - smoke maybe? - floated here and there, and meteors still rained from the sky. What a lovely day.

Obviously not dead, I sat up with a groan inside my own little crater, "Why am I in the city?" I think I was in the city. It looked like a city, albeit destroyed. Had the air of a city. You know what they say, "If it looks like a duck and sounds like a duck… it's probably not a squirrel." It appeared I really was back on Earth. And not where I left it.

"How the fuck did I get here? And how am I not dead?" I lifted up my hoodie and, indeed, there were two huge scars on my stomach, one going halfway across, where the demon's teeth had gone in. Though I don't remember them coming out. Sorta glad for that.

"Which means that that was real. Which also means that this is real… I think." I looked up at the sky, "Alright Mr. Rude Voice, now that you've almost successfully woken me up and sent me here, what am I supposed ta do now?!"

Not surprisingly, the voice didn't answer.

"Well fuck you too… Guess I'm on my own."

Which wasn't entirely true. My shouting had attracted a number of surprise guests. Demonic surprise guests. Fugly demonic surprise guests. Bluish skin, multiple sets of horns sweeping back from their face, stunted wings that were absolutely useless, and vicious fangs. Beautiful. There were about four of them, all carrying a crude weapons that resembled a cross between a scythe and a pickaxe.

One of them shouted something, pointing at me, causing them all to look.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" I shouted at them.

My mistake.

The fuglies started to run towards me with a roar, shoving each other out of the way so that they could be the one to kill the human.

"…Bon sang…" quickly getting up, I stumbled out of my crater and ran for my life, the second time.

Here we are, finally back at where we started. Took longer than expected but… whatever.

I took inventory as I ran:

Machete: check

Hunting knife: check

Pocket knife: check

Other pocket knife: check

Brass knuckles: check

Lighter: check

Emergency arrowhead necklace: check

Really long chain that can be used to strangle: check

Cellphone that won't do me any good: check

A way to get myself out of this mess: …uncheck

Yes, I know. I'm a walking, talking arsenal of fun and destruction.

Then I saw it. A platform thingy connected to a nearby building and suspended over the street. Where I'm from, if you don't know how to climb, you had a very lame childhood and probably should have moved. Climbing up the side of the building was nothing to me.

I swung onto the platform and looked at the demons down below, "Ha! Can't get me now ya fugly little bastards, can ya?!"

That's when one of them also started scaling the side of the building.

"Well shit…"

I had trapped myself and I was probably going to die… again. Don't get me wrong, I don't fear death, never have, but it's the pain that usually comes with it that I don't like. Not to mention that I already experienced it once and do not wish to do so again.

Desperately looking for a way to escape, I saw none. Demons on one side, zombies that came out of nowhere on the other, another demon coming up, and none of my weapons stood a chance against them. I was so out of luck.

Or so I thought.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something moving. Another demon. I was too far away to tell anything else. Except that in front of this demon stood the Horseman War.

They looked as if they were having a very serious discussion and I hated to interrupt them but felt that I must. "Hey! Big Red! I really hate ta barge in on your conversation like this, but if it's not too much trouble could ya come help me?! Please?!"

Both demon and Rider turned to look at me. For a moment I feared that they would ignore my plight and continue their conversation but the Horseman came to my rescue, swinging the massive blade from his back as he did so.

It didn't take Big Red long to deal with the demons and zombies down below, which wasn't very surprising. The only ones left were the one he was talking to and the one who climbed up… The one I had forgotten about until his shadow fell over me, his scythe/pickaxe raised high over his head for the kill.

I dodged out of the way as he brought his weapon down, barely managing to get out of the way. As awesome as my dodge was, I miscalculated how much space I had and ended up rolling off the edge of the platform. I clung to the ledge with all my strength, which wasn't very much at the moment. It was maybe a fifteen foot drop to the street below, and though a fall like that might not kill me, it would probably end in a broken leg or two and I was not willing to take that chance.

The demon stood above me, doing some sort of chuckle/growl thing before raising his weapon again. Remembering my gaming time, I reached up, grabbed its ankle, and yanked as hard as I could. Succeeding, but just barely, in dragging him off the edge and onto the Horseman's waiting sword below, I was too give out to much else but hang on.

"Drop." I heard War say below me.

"Hell ta the nuh-uh. Kinda only human here, unlike somebody else."

I heard something that sounded like wind but wasn't really and the Watcher appeared above me, "You heard the Horseman, human."

"Ya better not be about ta do what I think you're about ta do…"

He started picking off my fingers one by one, effectively loosening my grip until…

"I'm going to kill you…" I fell. Tightly shutting my eyes, I waited for an impact that never came. I cracked one eye open to see War's face just inches from mine and him glaring at me with glowing blue eyes.

Naturally, I started to panic, and I don't panic easily, and scrambled to get out of his hold. Also naturally, I ended up falling flat on my face but quickly recovered and scooted away from him until my back hit a dead tree.

Everyone gathered around to stare at the little human, even the demon War had been talking to earlier. Now, maybe it's just me, but I don't like being stared at. Which is why I tried to stay out of the limelight as much as possible back in school and work. Getting attention usually got you trouble, and I don't mean the board game.

"What're y'all waitin fer? Tricks? Sorry, but I cain't do a backflip." I said, standing and brushing the dirt off my pants. I picked up the demon's - who had somehow disappeared - weapon and hefted it onto my shoulder. It was heavier than I first thought but manageable. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your assistance but I fear I must be on my way." I said in a British accent. Don't ask. It's just one of the many.

I gave them a formal bow, you try doing a curtsy in pants, and turned to leave but the Watcher flew around to stop me, "Where do you think you're going, human?"

"Away from your ugly ass fa-… How does your face work?!"

He actually floated away from me at my outburst, "What?"

"Not just your face, how does your entire anatomy work?! What're ya doin with six eyes?! What's the point?! I mean, I know you're called the Watcher but do ya really need six eyes ta do that? And how do six eyes work anyway? Are ya like a chameleon er somethin? Er a fly? Are they all sorta connected so it's kinda like havin two eyes but with six? And how are ya able ta say some words? Lips are required fer the pronunciation o' some words but ya have none so how are ya able ta make those sounds?!" This was annoying me way more than it should have.

That's when something hit me, not literally, and I fell to my knees in realization. The world had ended. Demons appeared, meteors fell. That's what the apocalypse is supposed to look like, right? Soooo, everyone I know and/or loved is probably dead… What a bummer! And I mean that as seriously as possible. And I know, random realization.

I barely noticed the Watcher floating around me, "Is she broken?"

"How long has it been since the apocalypse started?!" I suddenly asked.

"About a century in your years." The Watcher answered.

"Shut up! I wasn't askin you!" I yelled at him. I really didn't like him. "A hundred years… Fick mich…"

Then the other demon came towards me, making the Watcherback off, "The last human in existence, hmm?"

"What's it ta you?"

"And a feisty one at that. Many would pay just to see the last human…"

"Izzat so? Let me tell ya what, ya can watch me walk away. Free o' charge."

This seemed to displease him as he hissed at me disdainfully and backed away. That's me, making new friends wherever I go.

"Now if y'all will excuse me, I really must be goin. Thank ya again fer your help Big Red."

The Watcher, again, floated into my path, "You're not going anywhere human. How are you still alive?"

This guy was really starting to annoy me. So I did what I usually did when people, or creatures in this case, annoyed me. I smiled.

I gave the annoying little sprite my nicest smile and used my nicest voice which, in turn, pissed him off. "Well, that is a problem ain't it? Ya see, I really wanna leave so I don't have ta look at your confusin face no more, have the creepy demon stare at me like I'm a fat sack o' cash, er souls in this case, er Big Red glarin at me like I'm just another problem. And as fer your second question, I got no idea how I'm alive seein as how I was eaten by a bitch of a demon nearly a century ago and even have the scars ta prove it. So if ya really want an answer, try askin the voice in the sky who sent me here. Though, I doubt they'll answer ya… fer whatever reason."

Keep in mind that during my little explanation I was thinking of at least twenty different ways to kill him. I am proud to admit, however, that only seven of them involved actual torture.

Infuriated, and obviously tired of trying to deal with me, he flew to the Horseman, "War! We are taking this human with us!"

"Excuse me? I ain't goin nowhere with any o' ya, my momma raised a smarter girl than that. In fact, I shouldn't even be talkin ta ya, seein as how y'all are strangers. My momma always told me not ta talk ta er go with strangers, even if they offer ya candy… do y'all have any candy? I could really use some chocolate right now."

"You're coming even if I have to drag you by the hair myself!" the Watcher said, grabbing a fistful of said hair and tugging on it.

His mistake.

I instantly went into my "no touchies" mode that came with being touched by someone unfamiliar. Everything went momentarily black. When my sight returned, I was sitting on the sprite's back, my chain wrapped around his throat. He was bent backwards, trying to lessen the pressure and grabbing at the small chain with one hand, the other was pinned beneath my new weapon.

I was surprised, "no touchies" had never caused blackouts or anything this drastic. Cool.

I seriously thought about ending the poor being's existence when I saw something that made me loosen the makeshift weapon.

"No friggin way! Izzat my book bag?!" For those of you wondering "What the carp?" - yes, I meant to say carp, it's a type of fish - I love this book bag. It's white and fuzzy with a hood with eyes and multicolored rounded spikes going down the back so that when you put the hood up you look like an adorable dinosaour.

Unwrapping the chain from the creature's neck and back around my wrist, I ran for the precious bag hanging precariously by a pink strap on a fence post. I snatched it off, immediately looking for the- Yup there it was, a faded blue pastel stain on the edge of the hood.

I threw it on, twirling around in doing so, "Holy bloody cupcakes! Best. Day. Ever! Except fer everyone dyin and all that." I skipped back to the trio with a genuine smile on my face and grabbed my new weapon, freeing the Watcher, "Are y'all ready ta go er not?"

The annoying sprite got in my face, "I thought you weren't coming?"

"Well I'm in a good mood now and realize I ain't got no better options. Y'all might wanna hurry before I'm uncooperative again. By the way, where're we goin?"

Both sprite and Horseman looked to the demon who flew to a small, slightly raised circle on the ground in front of a library building. "These ancient Gates have a mind of their own." he said, "But with THIS… you may reach… an understanding." The demon made some light brown horn appear out of thin air and gave it to War. I guess it was a horn, kinda looked like it, albeit with a screaming face, or three, at one end. "Beyond the gate, seek out Samael's Prison. Once, Samael was close in power to the Dark Prince himself. Some might even say, a threat. You will find he is no friend to the Destroyer."

Samael… why does that name seem so familiar? Was he like a dude from one o' my games er somethin?

With that, the Horseman started towards the supposed Gate while the demon mysteriously sunk into his little circle, "Seek me out when you've gathered more souls. I will make it worth your while…"

I guess that means he was Vulgrim… Oh well.

"Vulgrim said the Horn was the key to getting past the Gate. Are…you…actually going to put that thing to your mouth?" The Watcher asked.

"He's got a point ya know. Ya got no idea where that thing's been."

Big Red just ignored us and blew the horn anyway. At the sound, the gate blocking the way into the building split in two to reveal a huge rock man.

All I could think was, I want one…

Rock Man leaned down to speak to War, "The Horn call of my ancestors. Awakened at last from the dreamless sleep. Then… we are free?"

"None are free while the Destroyer still breathes." Big Red answered.

"Hmmmn… The Destroyer… yes… To his service we are bound, though enemies we remain. So his enemies we call friend. Pass now, friend. Must bring victory. Must bring freedom."

I watched as Rock Man stepped over us and went on his rocky way.

"If that was the gate, I can't WAIT to find out what's behind it!" the Watcher said.

Again, I had to agree. Oh wow, that actually hurt to say…

"Samael's Prison must be close. Keep your eyes peeled… or I'll peel them for you." He threatened before disappearing.

"…Well, that was interestin. Say, are we goin ta meet more o' them?" I asked, still amazed by Rock Man.

Again, I was ignored until we reached the double doors leading into the library. War suddenly turned to me, glowing blue eyes glaring.

"Why are ya always glarin?" I asked him, "Would it kill ya ta smile every once in a while, I mean really."

"What is your name, human?"

"Well it certainly ain't 'human'."

"Tell me your name."

"What's the magic word?"

War just glared at me some more. So I glared back.

"It's jellybeans. The magic word is jellybeans. And my name is Hope. Also, don't bother introducin yourself, I already know. And please don't ask how. So are we goin ta this prison er what?"

In answer, the Horseman turned and kicked down the door with a grunt.

A bit excessive but okay, as long as we get where we're goin I guess.

I followed him through the doors which slammed shut behind us. Hm. Looking around, I saw that we were indeed in the lobby of a library. Benches, tables, and chairs were scattered haphazardly about. Seeing as how the right way was blocked, we went up the stairs on the left side. The only sounds to be heard were his heavy footsteps, my bells, and…moaning? That can't be good.

We reached the top of the stairs to see zombies roaming around below us. Perfect.

Taking off my book bag, I threw it at War to catch, "I got this Big Red!"

I jumped down to face the zombies myself and take out all of my depression, confusion, anger, and frustration the only way I know how. Through violence!

"Carnage and mayhem bitches! Come get some!" I roared at the zombies, effectively grabbing their attention. "Giggles!"

They came and got some and the fun began.

I swung the scythe/pickaxe down, actually crushing one zombie's head into the floor. "This is fer my family!" Yes, I include pets in this statement.

Hitting another with a side attack, I managed to cut off part of its arm. "This is fer my friends!" Due to my anti-social behavior there were only like three er four of em, but they were really good friends.

I jumped back to dodge an attack and retaliated with my own. "This is fer disgracin a library with your disgustin presence!" Again, anti-social and loved to read. In school, the library was my haven. Not from bullies, they knew better than to mess with me, but from people in general.

One managed to rake my arm with its claws, drawing blood and fueling my rage even more. "This is because you're one hell of an ugly motherfucker who needs ta be killed fer damn good reasons!" …I feel this one doesn't need explaining.

By the time the last one was pinned to the floor with… I'ma name my weapon Barsus… By the time the last one was pinned to the floor with Barsus, I was breathing hard and could feel hot tears running down my face, blurring my vision.

"SON OF A BIIIIIIIIIITCH!" I screamed at the ceiling. Finally done, I wiped the tears from my face, threw up my hood, picked up Barsus, and turned to the Horseman with a smile, "All done."

He jumped down as well and handed my book bag back to me with a grunt. I followed him as he led the way down into a pit, up the other side, and out of the library.

Oh hey, I'm bleeding… Oh well, it'll heal.

Dear whoever is reading this little note I left,

First off, good job of finding it. Though I don't know why. Second, I'm writing these to document my travels with the Horseman War for whatever reason. See if you can find them all to unravel the whole story. Or not. I don't care. Third, if you don't like it… deal with it.

The last human currently known to exist,

Hope

The she demon folded the note back up and stuffed it into her pocket. So… her Horseman was running around with another girl was he? And a human no less… Well… she would have to change that.

"When you were standing in the wake of devastation, When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown, And with the cataclysm raining down, Insides crying, 'Save me now!' You were there, impossibly alone."

She sang, twirling one of her twin blades and heading towards the Blood Prince's prison. Maybe she should pay him a visit.