"I'm bored, can't I go infect something small? Like maybe a McDonalds?" Pestilence tugged on his fuzzy sweater, "Death, it's my ring, I've been trusted with this, and you are not my keeper." Pestilence stared at his older brother, "please?"

Death glanced at 42 year old Pestilence, "Little one, you know God has a plan, and He sends us when He wishes. He has not called, we do not go. This reminds me of another time, gather your brothers, I'm going to tell you a story…"

*30 years ago* "I'm bored, can't I go infect something small? Like maybe a McDonalds?" Pestilence tugged on his fuzzy pajamas, "Death, can I have my ring? It's mine after all." Pestilence stared at his older brother, "please?"

Death glanced down at 12 year old Pestilence, "I've told you, little one, you don't get to keep the ring until you are older. Until then, God has trusted me with knowing when you can use it." He ruffled his younger brother's hair, "you'll get your chance little one, I understand your rush, but you will get your chance."

Pestilence grumbled, "uggghh I never get to do anything fun." He flopped on the floor in front of Death, "I'm so bored."

22 year old Famine walked in to see a boneless Pestilence on the floor as Death calmly around him, to the cupboards to pour himself a cup of scotch. Death smiled at Famine, "hello Brother, may I get you a drink?"

Famine reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out some gummy worms, "Of course Death, although I am interested in what has our brother laying on the floor." He shoveled the sticky mess into his mouth, "wouldn't let him have his ring?"

Death glanced down at Pestilence still curled on the ball in a snotty mess. "Seems our brother does not remember God's plan. He will be fine."

Pestilence whipped his head around to stare at Death, "no, I'm never getting up. Not unless I'm allowed to infect a gas station."

Famine smirked, he leaned over to whisper to Death, "want me to, ya know, intervene?"

Death smiled, "if you wish Famine, it would be helpful." With that he strode towards the door, "I shall expect him for dinner, and probably before."

"Whatever you wish, big bro, whatever you wish," Famine raised his hand and twisted his ring.

Pestilence winced and grabbed his stomach, "NOT FAIR FAMINE!" He twisted on the floor, "NOT FAIR!" He jumped up and raced to the cupboards, "I NEED FOOD!"

Famine laughed and shoved another handful of gummy worms into his mouth, "whatever you wish, little bro, whatever you wish."

*Present Day* "I remember that day Pest," Famine smiled at Pestilence, "you ate so much food that you were puking your slimy little guts out all day. Who would have thought you could make sickness sick."

47 year old War laughed, "we've always got you good Pest, always got you good."

Pestilence glared at War, "yeah, but remember when you were 'babysitting' me, and almost 'lost' your ring."

Death stared around the room at his brothers, "I remember…"

*TO BE CONTINUED*

This story is being written off of a prompt from PrawnNetwork. I've enjoyed writing it, and if anyone else has prompts, or reviews, please send them in!