Hello every peoples! Thanks for taking the time out of your busy days to read my new story (new to you anyway, I've been sitting on this for a while and let me tell you it was not a very comfortable seat) and I hope you enjoy it! Don't enjoy it? Have some comments, questions, or concerns? Meh. You know what to do. I have muffins, so therefore, I have the power!


She had been inside all morning so she hadn't noticed that anything was wrong. Not like she actually watched the news or anything like that. Who had time to watch the news anyway? Besides, it was all depressing and she didn't have time for that either.

Her first inkling that something was wrong was when she finally stepped outside to get some fresh air only to see the sky had turned a deep crimson red. Thoroughly confused, she checked the time on her phone to see that it was indeed only around eleven o' clock in the morning so it definitely wasn't late enough for the afternoon sky she was seeing. Then it started to rain fire and she knew for sure that something was wrong.

The phone in her hand started to ring then, making her jump in surprise. After seeing that it was her fiancé James calling, she quickly pushed the answer button.

"Hey babe, are you seeing this shit outside?" she asked before he could speak.

"Grace, thank god you're okay. Yes, I see it, that's why I'm calling."

"Oh, well, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Listen, stay inside, stay safe, and don't go anywhere. People are going crazy."

"I'm coming to see you." Grace said, completely ignoring everything he just said.

"No, wait-"

Having made up her mind, Grace hung up on her fiancé, grabbed her keys and wallet, locked the door, and left for James' house.

The drive was pretty uneventful until about halfway there when everything started to go to literal Hell.

Oddly enough, there seemed to be no one else on the road, which is why it came as even more of a surprise when a large monster crashed into the front of her car before rolling over the roof and was soon chased by something with absurdly large and white wings. All of this understandably caused Grace to scream and swerve her car right into a light pole.

She stumbled out of her car, wiping away the blood now streaming from her nose with her shirt. Stupid airbag. She would be lucky if it wasn't broken now. She briefly glanced back the way she came to see the creature she had just hit fighting with… an angel. An angel with golden armor and wielding a halberd.

The world really had gone to Hell in a handbasket filled with holes.

Deciding that she need to get out of there fast, Grace grabbed the bat – kept there for emergencies – and her wallet – more out of habit – out of her car and started down the road. She couldn't very well run all the way there, especially with all the angels and monsters running around. She'd have to… "borrow" a car. Grace was sure they wouldn't mind. With everything going on, a missing vehicle would be the least of their worries.

She got lucky with the next house she came to. In the front yard was parked a motorcycle with the engine still running but a helmet was missing. Then again, maybe "lucky" wasn't the right word since she didn't really know how to drive a motorcycle. She knew the basics and of course had ridden on one but had never actually driven one. She would just have to try and pray she didn't crash. Shouldn't be too hard, ight? At least she hoped so.

Hopping onto the bike, she tucked her bat in a convenient pocket on the seat behind her, kicked up the stand, and revved the engine. Managing to get it in gear, she pulled out of the drive way just as a burly man came running out of the house, yelling at her.

She shouted back an apology but didn't stop as she drove down the road, wishing the guy had been kind enough to leave his helmet as well.

It took her a bit longer to reach her fiancé's house with her new and unfamiliar ride but eventually she did pull onto his front lawn. She almost let it fall to the ground but managed to get the kickstand down and hop off just as James was walking out his front door to greet her.

"When did you get a motorcycle?"

"Earlier when I… 'borrowed' it from some guy I'm pretty sure was raiding a house."

"What happened to your car? And why is there blood on your face?"

"Crashed it into some monster-demon thing that was fighting an angel."

James could only stare at his fiancé before sighing, "See? This is why I told you to stay at home."

"But then I wouldn't be able to see you or have gotten this sweet bike." Grace grinned. "Now come here and give me a kiss."

Unable to help the smile on his own face, James started towards the love of his life who was still standing beside her stolen motorcycle, bat in hand and smile on her face. God he loved this woman but constantly wondered what was going through her head. He was stopped in his tracks, however, by a sharp pain in his back and going through his chest. He slowly looked down to see a curved blade coated in his blood sticking out of his torso. The last thing he saw was Grace's horrified expression before the world went black.

Meanwhile, Grace could only watch as a dark shadow dropped off the roof behind James and a blade of some sort come bursting out of his chest, painting the grass red. She couldn't even scream as the blade was yanked out and James fell. He was dead before his body even hit the ground.

"James!" she screamed, finally finding her voice. Grace ran over to the corpse that was once her beloved fiancé, ignoring whatever had just killed him and was still standing over his body. If it wanted to kill her too, she wouldn't stop it. She doubted she could even if she tried. She clung to James' body as she cried. What else could she do. It was too late to try and save him and even if it wasn't, a band-aid couldn't fix a hole in his heart.

"What did you do now?" she heard someone ask but it was all background noise to her grief.

"It seems I killed her lover."

"Right in front of her? Damn Death, I knew you were heartless but geez."

James' killer, Death, didn't say anything but just walked away. Grace couldn't believe it, why didn't it – him? – kill her too? She had expected him to, even wanted him to kill her. That second guy was right, he was heartless. It was too much for her to take.

Grabbing her bat, Grace quickly stood and chased after the killer. There were two men walking away from her, one covered in silver armor and another as pale as a corpse. She wasn't sure which one of them had actually done it so she just picked the one that looked most like "death" and swung, shutting her eyes as she did so. Whatever damage she did, she didn't want to see it.

There was a clang of metal on metal and a Grace's arms trembled from the shock, almost making her drop her weapon. She cracked her eyes open to see a very stern looking man with white hair, glowing blue eyes, and wearing a red cloak holding her bat in an oversized left hand.

Grace gaped up at him as he turned to the pale man, "Brother, you should watch your back better."

The pale man turned to look at her with glowing orange eyes, "She's just a human, what could she do?'

"Hit you with a metal baseball bat." The armored man spoke up.

"You murdered my fiancé! I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" Grace shouted as she tried to tear her bat out of the big man's grasp but he wasn't letting go anytime soon.

"Oooh, isn't this one feisty." The armored man said. "We should probably kill her."

The human almost let her shoulders slump in relief but instead just glared at the three men, not willing to show them that was exactly what she wanted. "Fuckin do it then. I dare you." She snarled at him.

In response, the armored man pulled out a pistol and aimed it right between her eyes. This was going to make a mess but that wasn't his problem.

Unexpectedly, the big man stepped between them, blocking his shot.

"War, what are you doing?"

"I like this one." War answered.

Death was just watching the human with interest, noticing how the look in her eyes went from hatred at him to relief and apprehension when Strife drew Redemption then despair when War stopped him. He knew what was coming next but decided not to interfere.

"Fine, if you won't kill me then I'll do it myself." With that, she finally let go of the bat she was still holding and pulled a knife out of the pocket of her jeans. Flicking it open, she held it to her throat but War managed to grab her arm and stop her yet again. The human was still putting up a fight though and struggled to bring the blade back to her jugular. "Why won't you let me kill myself?!" Grace shouted.

"Why do you want to die so badly?" War asked in return, genuinely curious.

Grace stopped struggling for a moment to point and glare at Death, "Because he killed my fiancé! He was the only person I had left! I have nothing else to live for and he dared to leave me alive!" No longer struggling against War, Grace tried to wipe away the tears that had begun streaming down her face again. "I just want to die…"

After carefully plucking the knife from the human's hand and tossing it to the side, War finally let go of her. Grace could do nothing but fall to her knees, bury her face in her hands, and cry.

War looked to Strife, "Do you have the…"

"Sleeping powder? Poison? Grenades? Caltrops? Sympathy?" Strife tried to finish for him.

"Sleeping."

"Yeah, I got it but why do you want with it?"

"I'm taking her back." War answered simply.

"Hold on, you're taking the human back to your home?" Strife asked incredulously.

Grace's head shot up in surprise but none of the Horsemen seemed to notice.

"War, I do not think that is a wise decision." Death finally spoke up.

War didn't say anything and just looked to Strife, waiting.

"Fine." The white rider sighed, digging something out of a pouch on his belt. "But don't blame me if you regret this. Humans are a lot of work."

"She's not a dog." War growled. "Just do it."

Strife didn't say anything and just looked down at the confused human, a small pouch of something now in his hand.

"Wait a sec, I'm not going anywhere with any of you." Grace told them.

"You don't have a choice." Strife replied. "Either you go with War or you stay here and die a probably very painful death."

"Haven't you been listening?!" the human groaned. "That's what I want! I want to die!"

"By being torn apart by demons?"

Grace didn't answer and just looked over to where War had thrown her knife.

"Are you sure about this?" Strife asked his brother.

War just nodded but as soon as he did, Grace sprang to her feet and dashed to where her knife lay in the street. Before she could reach it however, Strife threw the pouch and pegged her in the back of the head causing the pouch to explode and the human to fall to the ground where she didn't get back up. The red rider made his way over to where she lay to see her sleeping almost peacefully on the ground. After making sure Strife hadn't accidently killed her, War picked up the limp human and tucked her under one arm.

"War, why are you doing this?" Death asked with what almost sounded like a sigh.

"She tried to attack you." War answered. "It would be a shame to let a human with so much fight in her die."

"So you're gonna keep her as a pet or… Don't you think you're a little… big for her?" Strife asked, making it clear exactly what he meant.

War wanted to punch his brother. How dare he even suggest such a thing. "She will be a guest in my home. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Strife just shrugged then pulled Grace's wallet out of her back pocket and waved it in the air, "I'll send Fury after her stuff."

"Aren't you caring." Death scoffed, obviously less than pleased with what War was doing.

Strife just shrugged. Truth was he felt a bit responsible for the human since he had knocked her out.

War nodded his thanks before leaving for his home.

"He shouldn't be doing this." Death said, mostly to himself.

"You should have killed her when you had the chance then." Strife said before he, too, left to go find their sister, pulling the human's driver license from her wallet.

Death simply left then to go finish his job on Earth.