This is the second fiction from the insane!fic challenge my friend and I are completing. Another "drabble"-length piece (100-300 words) with a "death" prompt. This piece takes from and was inspired by The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Reviews are appreciated. I do not own or profit from these characters.
Conquest - Isabel / Vilandra
"Whatever it takes." Her words, though softly whispered, are confident and resolute.
She'll do whatever it takes to thrive in this wasteland. No price is too much to pay. The betrayal of her family and friends is merely a means to an end, to the End. And when the end comes, she'll do whatever it takes to protect herself. To ensure that in the end, after the world has consumed itself, she is the one left, wearing the crown.
War - Michael / Rath
"Let blood be the price."
His eyes are bright with intrigue as he watches the conflict, the removal of peace from this world. He craves the fight; every part of him shakes with the desire for action and violence. Avenge the suffering you feel, he whispers to the world. Let spilled blood be the price for your pain.
Because pain and suffering will shatter the world, and he is destined to watch it break. It is his fate, and he has embraced it.
Famine - Max / Zahn
"I'll try to..." he pauses, lost for words. His eyes close briefly and the shadows that obscure his face communicate his pain. Even language is part of his unending struggle. "I'll never give up."
He watches the destruction of his world, the rage and depression, the deaths of the innocent. He sees the End coming and still he struggles against it, all together powerless against the horrors he is forced to witness.
A consuming need for balance is the cross he bears. It's the source of his pain, as he endures all the inequality, all the mass destruction, all the heartbreak that composes daily life. But he'll never stop searching for justice. He's their saviour, until the End.
Death - Tess / Ava
"Darkness is falling."
Her lips are twisted with amusement as her hand creeps along the chess board. The pawns quiver as her fingers graze them. Even they, lifeless forms, react to her presence. The world can feel her constant attention, her enduring presence. She is death and they are afraid of her.
Her moment is coming, the End is close. The light of peace and happiness is fading. Darkness is falling.