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Great…should he kill her now? Peter grimaced, seemed a bit rash. Not to mention a little girl would witness it. No, he'll kill her when they leave.

"Peter," she called his name and the teenager jumped.

"You know her?" asked the Mexican guy and he shook his head.

"Raul," the man flinched and looked at her in shock. "Erin, Vera and Joshua. What Vera's telling you is true. Yesterday you all died." Peter scoffed.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Peter." Scorned Joshua and the teenager just gaped. Damn someone has a stick up their ass. "You mean I'm not going crazy?" the man asked and Peter frowned, why did he think he was going crazy? "Something's really happening to here…am I right?"

"God is angry so he's giving us a test." Said the woman. "This is prophecy we're talking about."

"You mean the book of Revelations?" asked Joshua. Peter tried not to groan in annoyance as he tapped into his conning skills. He already knew this and something told him that this horseman was up to something. And it wouldn't exactly do good if he mentioned the Devil taught him this stuff an he's supposed to kill her.

Yup he'll just keep his mouth shut and hope for the best.

"Different religions call it different things. Gods message is pretty much the same no matter how you slice it. This is the beginning of the end." Peter scoffed, she was so dramatic.

"You need to stop wasting my time." Bit Vera and stood in front of her. "You need to tell me where the man is who took my son." Ah, so she was his competition. Peter sized her up and tried not to laugh in disbelief. This was the person who the Devil made a deal with to kill the horseman?

What was Lucifer thinking? Was he high? Wait…he took her son? Peter shoved down the feeling of pity and growled at himself. He doesn't care about other people. The only people who he cares about is himself and Alice.

"That was no man." Corrected Death "He's the Devil. You thought that was a meteor yesterday, but that was Satan being cast down from heaven once again." Vera waved at the woman in a sarcastic manner and smiled.

"Hi, I'm an atheist."

"You shouldn't doubt the Devil's presence, he's a wicked son of a bitch." Peter blinked, he actually thought he was quite pleasant…ish. "He doesn't do anything without a reason. And he will play on every last one of your worst fears and insecurities. you," turning to Vera pointedly "of all people should know that."

"What is she talking about?" Erin spoke up in curiosity.

"It doesn't matter." Waved off Vera "I'm calling the cops."

"It's been seven years, have they helped you find Michael?"

Peter felt like he had suddenly stepped into a bad soap opera.

"We're the only hope you have of finding your son." Thick awkward silence took place and Peter shifted on his couldn't he just kill the woman now?

Oh yeah, that smidgen of a conscience was telling him not to traumatize the little girl.

"Ok even if what you're saying is remotely true." Spoke Erin breaking the silence. "Why us?" she gestured to the five of them.

"If people like us can somehow find a way to work together, maybe the world deserves to be saved." Wait, so God expects him to save the world? Him? Peter burst out laughing gaining attention to himself. Oh yes, him. Killer since age four. Abused little boy. Loves causing people pain and chaos. Insane.

God must be a stupid prick to think this would ever work.

"Yes, Peter. Even people like you deserve to be saved." Death said somberly.

"Saved from what, exactly?" Erin asked in fear.

"The rapture." Spoke Joshua knowingly. "When God reclaims the faithful and leaves the forsaken behind…But how are we supposed to stop someone like that?"

"By using the special gifts he has given all of us. The power to heal," she said to Erin "incredible strength," she said to Peter "an ability to hear thoughts," she said to Raul "and the gift of profound vision." Turning to Joshua. Peter understood why he would think he was crazy. Seeing visions with no explanation would have made him think he was insane...then again. He already knows he's insane.

"Apparently I'm the only one with the gift of sanity." Vera said grimly making Peter snort in amusement.

"Your gift will reveal itself when its ready." Said the woman mysteriously.

"That makes perfect sense."

"What about you?" asked Raul and Peter suddenly noticed the blood. He grimaced, that looked pleasant.

"God has given me the gift of understanding." Wait what? The horsemen have gifts? Well this makes their job oh-so easier.

"Understanding what?" said Raul.

"Entiendo todo lo que Dios me quiere" she said and everyone looked at her in confusion.

"What did she say?" asked Peter, voicing everyone's thoughts.

"She understands whatever God wants her to." Said Raul in an impressed tone.

"In every language known to man." Peter's brow furrowed in fake confusion.

"So thats how you know about this-this Messenger crap?" Peter said and she nodded.

"God showed me when I was in the coma." Apparently that was the wrong thing to say when Vera huffed out awkwardly.

"Well I'm going to go. And understand this, you need medical attention." Speaking to the woman and she turned to Peter, Erin, Joshua and Raul with an earnest expression. "So do you three if you believe a word that she is saying and you" looking to Joshua "I know who you are you're a bible thumper who probably believes – " she was cut off when Joshua collapsed to the ground, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he shook on the ground.

"What the fuck is going on?" Peter exclaimed and knelt down besides him trying to keep him still. Someone dying in here would make the nurses look into this and he did not want to get caught by the cops.

"He's having a seizure!" Eric said in worry.

"No shit Sherlock!" Peter shouted and grunted when Joshua spasmed hardly.

"Hey, don't talk to her like that." scorned Raul like a parent and Peter only rolled his eyes.

"No," said Death and knelt down besides Peter, eyes on Joshua. "he's having a vision." Vera looked like she was close to screaming at the craziness of this situation.

Taking in deep breath Joshua woke up and got into a kneeling position.

"Tell us what you saw." Ordered Death and Peter almost glared.

'Search every room in this wing and check the chapel!'

A voice sounded behind the doors and Peter winced grabbing his duffle-bag he left where he fell Peter ran out through the back doors. Stumbling out he punched the wall in anger. Dammit now its going to be near impossible killing her. Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder. Jumping Peter relaxed slightly when he saw it was Joshua.

"She said we had to stick together."

"No offense man, but I'm the last person you want to be around." He said and walked down to the car-park he remembered where Lucifer parked.

"It doesn't matter what you've done." Joshua insisted and followed. "What matters is the Apocalypse and God chose you to help stop it." Peter grumbled. Yeah, he couldn't beat that reasoning.

"Then God chose the wrong person."

"He didn't. God works – "

"If you say 'God works in mysterious ways' so help me-I will slap you." Peter grounded out and poked Joshua's chest. The man's eyes held amusement but his mouth frowned.

"He chose us all for a reason…I used to be an addict." It looked like it pained him to even admit that. "That's my sin, what's yours?" Peter smirked darkly before walking.

"I could give you a list." Looking over to the exit of the hospital he spotted Vera walking out muttering to herself. "Why don't you go pester Vera, God-boy?" Joshua glanced over at her and shook his head.

"Come with us like she said, we need to stick together."

"You trust a woman who woke up from a seven year coma?" Peter deadpanned. "Why?"

"So far what she's said makes sense."

"Yeah…I know." He sighed and walked towards he yellow car. Looking around he wondered where Lucifer was.

"Where are you headin'?" asked Joshua, eyeing the yellow car with raised eyebrows then his eyes bugged out when Peter started picking the lock. "This ain't your car."

"No shit." Peter muttered and grinned when the car's lock clicked. Opening the door he flung his duffle-bag into the backseat and sighed with contempt.

"You're stealin' a car?" Joshua asked in disbelief, looking at Peter in sadness.

"Believe me, I've done worse things." Getting into the front seat he looked up at Joshua's expression and groaned. "What?"

"What other things have you done?" Peter's chest clenched in fear and he grinned up at the man.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" looking past Joshua he saw Vera hang up her phone. "Go with Vera, Joshua." He said and pretended to look sad. "You shouldn't be with me I've…" he feigned tears "You shouldn't be around me." Closing the door he turned the keys which Lucifer thankfully left in – probably thought this would happen – and drove away. He laughed at fooling Joshua and just out of the hospital car-park he jumped a foot in the air when Lucifer popped up in the passengers seat. No literally, he popped up. Like appeared out of thin air popped up.

"I applaud your acting skills." He said dryly and seemed peeved.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" asked Peter with a grimace.

"You're driving my car." He growled and glared at him.

"Death wasn't kidding when she said your one wicked son of a bitch." Peter muttered and pulled over. Within a blink he was in the passengers seat and a smug Lucifer was in the drivers' "What the fuck just happened?!"

"What type of Archangel would I be if I didn't have powers of my own?" cutting to the chase Peter glared at the Devil.

"Why didn't you allow me to kill Death?" he hissed and Lucifer rolled his eyes at the theatrics.

"You would have exposed yourself to a Messenger and Rose was waking up already so really, the moment we got in the room she would have been alive and banished us in Enochian…like she did to me." He growled the last part, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"What's Enochian?" asked Peter, practically spitting the word out.

"Celestial speech." Seeing no recognition in Peters eyes he sighed. "It's how us Angels speak to one another."

"Ah." Peter nodded as if he understood. "Why are you telling me everything? I mean i know i shouldn't listen to Death - "

"You really shouldn't."

"Buuut" he dragged the word out. "she said you didn't do anything without a reason and I was wondering...why are you being so open about information? Don't you want something in return like a deal?" Lucifer seemed to ponder on this before saying in a smug tone.

"Companion privilege." Peter knew there was more to but but he said nothing and looked out the window.

"What will we do now?"

"We're going to kill an ex-marine." Grinned Lucifer.

"Why?" Peter frowned. Yeah he doesn't care for human lives but what was the point of killing a ex-marine? Once again Lucifer sighed and glared at Peter.

"You and your questions." He growled in the back of his throat. "It's to lure out Senator Cindy Richards. She's the Horseman of War. Her son Jimmy was killed while serving in the Armed Forces. So she makes it her duty to turn up at a funeral for people who've served. I gave Joshua a vision of him and no doubt he and Vera will find him."

"Okay… so you're helping us and yet you're not saying anything."

I'm the Devil. They wouldn't believe a word I say…except you. Why is that, Peter?" Peter huffed and leaned against the door.

"Probably because I don't care about what happens." The Devil snorted and laughed.

"Of course. You only care about Alice and yourself, don't you?" Peter froze and glared heatedly at the Devil.

"How do you know about Alice?" he rolled his eyes.

"I'm the Devil. Nobody can keep things from me." Peter growled at the back of his throat before glaring outside. "And incase you haven't caught up you cannot reveal that you know me to the other Messengers."

"I think I got that part, but why do I have to pretend Rose isn't a Horseman?"

"Because…would they really believe you when you say she is one? And when they ask how you know that, they'd find out you're in the kahootz with Lucifer and everything would just go downhill from there."


Peter waited patiently in the car listening to his music when Lucifer popped in the drivers seat. He shrieked and hit his head on the roof of the car, glaring at the Devil which cackled.

"I always knew humans were humorous but you just keep amusing me." He smiled and turned the car on. Peter's glare intensified and he rubbed his painful head.

"So how'd it go?"

"Got a chess game at the park and you – "

"Will stay in the car or keep out of sight because the others might be watching. Got it." He smiled and turned on the radio. Playing was Sympathy For The Devil. Peter stared at it in disbelief and looked to the Devil who was smiling smugly. "This is your doing isn't it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."


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