Here it is. The next chapter installment. I know there isn't much godly action in here, but bear with me. Its just to set the stage for just how strong these guys are compared to us humans.

I also forgot to do the review thing sooooo…

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TheAonoGhoul: Already passed but nice name

Ninja Kat is Stalking You: Nice . Thnx

Noodles: K. Weird name cause I prefer ramen, but whatevs

Kevinplr2h: Thnx It means a lot to get such nice reviews.

Keeper of all lore: big ass review and it is greatly appreciated. Only two horsemen to go after this.

Jinzomask656: Ehhh my fave is… well I cant tell or else itll give it away.

Ethanlukar: Well here it is.

Good idea: No one else has done a story about these guys and I thought it might be something the fans didn't expect.

Skylinemaster:Indeed.

Kevinplr2h: they havnt even used all there powers yet.

Jinzomask656: with a group there is really no main character, but we'll see.

Jojofrog1013:Hehe

Jacob shives: there is more.

Zaznithy: It'll be… actually I don't even know how ittl be to introduce them. I guess I would do it like canon, but this is a new Tsukune sooo… we'll see.

REVOLUTION 25: I knew I would get a review like this. Thanks for pointing it out but I'm just going by what the bible said. It says that only Death is TRULY named and that the rest is figured out. I know there is pestilence, but I'm going by what the other websites say about the horsemen and they say that while Pestilence is the popular horsemen, Conquest is the official one. Hope it doesn't bother you too much.

Heres the next chapter enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even the house I live in.


"Where do you think you're going?"

A hand struck out and grabbed a man's hair from behind. The man couldn't take the sudden pain from his hair being pulled nor could he take the force of being dragged backwards and then falling onto his posterior, the hand still holding onto his cranium. The man grunted in pain while trying, but failing to use his own hands to remove the fingers that grasped at his skull.

The man looked up helplessly at his attacker. The person above him was at first glance just another man. He had impossibly fiery red hair that travelled to his chin. He had on no shirt because the situation he was in didn't call for one. He had a pair of black fingerless gloves on. For his pants, he wore deep navy blue jeans and black steel toed boots. His eyes were a deep inferno with steep slits that made him look demonic. He looked as if he had been through hell and back. If only they knew.

The red-haired man released his hold on the hair and grabbed at the other man's neck. Red raised the man by his throat, making sure he was facing him and that his feet didn't touch the ground. Now the man found himself in an even worse position than he was in just a few seconds ago, being held by his neck and facing the 'monster' in front of him.

The man looked around, his eyes searching desperately for help of any kind. He was in a cage, he knew that. It was a circular cage with a wooden floor and a couple of dangling bulbs above that showed just enough light to shine the area inside. He looked around some more, hoping anyone was left, but all he found were bodies lying around like some sort of battlefield, some worse than others. A few just looked like they were knocked out, but the bad ones were covered in blood. Some showed broken appendages snapped in awkward angles and others had no signs of being alive, aside from the fact that you could barely see them breathing. The man saw a few silhouettes outside the cage that he and Red were in.

He tried to call out to them, but the strain on his wind pipe made it impossible. Red's grip was just too tight. He clawed at the man's hand and thrashed about, kicking Red in the stomach, the knees, even the groin and he took it all like it was nothing.

Red stared at the helpless man as tried to escape, still losing. He drew his fist back as if he was about to do an uppercut. "Time to shut you up." He thrusted his fist forward into the man's stomach, making him lock up and try to gasp for air. He was thankful that Red had released his neck as he plummeted to the floor and landed on his knees. He brought his arms to his belly in an attempt to ease the pain while making an attempt to inhale some fresh air. No use though. Red had a heck of a punch and it looked as if he would black out from lack of oxygen.

While he was trying to gain his bearings, ease his immense pain, and get some air in his lungs, Red walked slowly around him and circled him like a vulture. He ended up right behind the man's back and stared at the back of his head. He had an insane grin on his face. "Lights out," he whispered. The man on his knees didn't have enough time to register the roundhouse kick to temporal lobe, the thinnest part of the brain, knocking him out almost instantly.

Loser: Grid Iron Gang

Next Round

Red just stared at the man's unconscious form then turned to look through the spaces between the wires of the cage. "Dwayne," he said while drawing a cigarette from his back pocket, "give me this week's champion." He proceeded to light the cigarette using a lighter, rather than his fingers, what he was used to. Couldn't let people figure out his real identity.

Outside the cage, a voice could be heard. "Man, why you gotta make such a mess Will."

"Just get me the next person."

Red, or now Will, didn't even bother to look outside and guess who it was. He just focused on his cigarette. He sucked it all in for what it was worth, making the ash stick out like a long tube of black powder. He contemplated how he got here. It was just a monthly thing for him. He would always travel to a specific spot to a specific door on the side of the street that lead to an underground fighting ring. It was nothing special for him. He always won and he wasn't even using one percent of his strength. His true strength. He didn't know why he went here every day, but he guessed it was his way of getting noticed. It was his way of getting people to acknowledge he existed. These humans, these mortals, didn't know nor did they respect who he truly was.

He turned to his newest opponent, Bruce. Bruce was a buff, steroid using man. He towered over all other people, even Will, but that didn't matter to him. He had been here numerous amounts of times and he had yet to win against Will. He had always claimed that he had cheated or used something, but no one ever got around to proving the accusation. No one was stupid enough to.

"Hey Bruce, how ya doing?" Will said, not even bothering to open his eyes to look. He was too focused on enjoying one of his cigarettes.

Bruce had a scowl on his face as he replied to him. "No thanks to you, asshole. I had to spend a few weeks in the hospital because of you and now I'm gonna fuck you up."

Will had actually chuckled at that. No mere human could ever hope to comprehend almost 'fucking' him up, as he put it. He was that powerful. He actually wished he could go all out and wreak havoc on the world, but that wasn't due for a while.

"That's what you say all the t-"

He paused.

He was filled with an enormous amount of… something.

Shock? Awe? Excitement?

The cigarette on his lips stopped being inhaled.

The ash from the cigar fell like a man falling from a cliff.

It hit the ground barely making any sound, but to Will, that's all he heard.

What had him so shocked was the blood.

Or rather what the blood was doing.

The liquid from the fallen body that he was staring at was actually moving. It was moving and gliding down the body of one unconscious body like it was air. It was as if it had a sentient mind. Some parts looked as if it were crawling over and flowing past his fingers and onto the floorboard. It reached a small area and stopped. Then it started to move and shift again only this time, it started to split apart. It looked like it was turning into worms or lines until those lines actually started forming words. The blood made a simple small message.

IT's TIME

~G

It was that time that the whole cigarette on Will's lips gave way to gravity and just fell to the ground.

Bruce noticed and if there was one thing he didn't like more than losing, it was being ignored.

"What are you looking at?"

No reply.

"Hey! I said what are you looking at asshole?"

"Not your ugly ass face that only a mother could love you punk bitch," he said while still staring at the message as if it was the most amazing thing he had seen in his immortal life. Bruce looked furious now, but Will didn't care. He kept staring at the blood awestruck and dazed. He didn't have time to think. He needed to leave now.

As in right now.

He caught the left fist of Bruce that was swung at him with his left hand, not even paying attention to Bruce. He suddenly brought his right hand down on his forearm, breaking his arm in two. Bruce screamed out in pain as his limb was reduced to just that, a limb dangling from his sides. It was likely that his bone had been broken and would need surgery, but he didn't care. He endured the broken arm and was reduced to only mere grunts as he clutched his forearm. He made a last attempt to get at least one strike on Will, but again his fist was caught once again. Will didn't give him enough time as he twisted Bruce's hand upward. A hand wasn't meant to go that way. He ended up on his knees as his knuckles were twisted back. Will didn't think it was enough. So he twisted his whole hand 180 degrees and bended his hand downwards even further than before. Will took a step forward and leaned down to be eye level with the weak human. Will's eye burned a fiery blaze as he growled like an animal.

Bruce was absolutely and utterly terrified.

Will Bottled up his fingers into a fist so tightly, you could see the strain in his gloves. He brought his fist back slowly and clenched it even further as his hand shook from the strain. Finally, he brought his fist down upon Bruce's skull, making the man fly and jettison to the cage, but it didn't stop there. The force of the impact made Bruce tear right through the wires and still flew across the room. His body stopped as he made impact on the stone wall, creating a crater behind him. He dragged down to the floor and collapsed.

Whether he's alive or dead, Will didn't care.

His torso became alit as his upper body was engulfed in fire for just a millisecond. As it disappeared, he had on now a red muscle shirt and a golden chain with a word embedded on it.

He brought his hands crossing his body and then made a loud yell as he was engulfed in flames for a second time. As the fires died down, Will had gone with it.

He had disappeared just like that leaving the audience baffled and Dwayne calling an ambulance for the dozens injured in the arena.


Somewhere in a desert, if you were looking up from space, you would notice a red growing line that seemed to be getting longer and longer.

Down in the Saharan Desert, Will could be seen driving his Outlander 1000 X mr ATV across the barren wasteland, the sun shining brighter than usual and that's how he liked it. He had a sick maniac-like grin spread across his face. It threatened to rip his head in two as he started a full blown laughter that spread across the wastes.

'So it's finally happening huh.' He chuckled like a psychotic freak as he thought up of ways to re-introduce himself to his brothers. 'I'm just so excited; I can hardly stop myself from shaking. It's been so long since I've seen my family and even longer since I've used my full power.'

He flung his hair back and laughed as he rode along the sands in his ATV. The ATV seemed to rev by itself as its owner continued his glee. Will looked back down at his vehicle and grinned. "Yeah, right buddy. We're going to have a little family reunion!"

As he said the last word, he hit the NOS on his ride and strode out into the heat stricken plain.


Back at the fight club, where the medics were dragging the bodies onto stretchers to take them to the hospital, the scoreboard still showed.

Loser: Bruce

Winner: Will Anton Rhodes


Well that's that. Any question comments or concerns, please leav it in the reviews or PM me.

As always please review this chapter. It really means a lot that my hours on this computer are making people enjoy reading my work. Peace guys.