The Five Horsemen Book 1: Death Warmed Over

Chapter 5

Voids POV

2 Days after crash 12 pm

My body felt heavy, like it was weighed down by pressure. I hated feeling confined when I had no control over it. A weighted blanket was fine, when I was the one to put it on myself. Anyone else tries and I feel suffocated. The pressure moved when I did, and got more intense. I heard muffled sounds coming from all around me, like I was underwater and people were trying to talk to me. Then, all of a sudden it all snapped into focus, I could hear everything clear. And it was all very loud. The machines beeping erratically nearby, many shouting voices above and around me. A few were yelling to hold me down tighter, that they needed more samples. Samples? For what? And why? Where was I?

I hear someone else enter the room with heavy footfalls in heavy boots, why couldn’t I open my eyes? Something was keeping them closed, and it wasn’t me. “What’s going on? It shouldn’t take nearly 10 people to get a few samples from 1 specimen! Get it done already, the General wants to know more about these freaks and what they are and how they can be controlled.” The new guy states plainly. Like he didn’t just shake my entire world similar to a child with a snow-globe. I don’t think I was supposed to hear all that, I can feel someone grip my arm and pull the latex tourniquet tighter. They want my blood, along with who knows what else. Wait, the others! I can’t let the same thing happen to them! I have to stop this; I have to stop them. This is so not going to happen the way they think.

My eyes pop open, and I find myself getting a surge of strength that doesn’t feel like my own. I also feel something moving just beneath the surface of my skin and mind, a whisper of something dark and deadly. I manage to shove the doctors and nurses off of me and kick at the ones at my legs. I sit up and turn to look at the one giving the orders at the doorway. His brown eyes are wide, with a hint of fear in them. Good, he should be afraid of me. None of them will get away with this, whatever it is. I take a few seconds to look at him. He’s not that tall, maybe 5’7” or so, with sandy blond hair in a high and tight army cut. Square jaw and tan skin, with a hint of a sunburn on his nose. So obviously not a natural tan. He has muscles, but not like a gym rat would. My anxiety was trying to overwhelm me but I couldn’t let it. My sisters needed me, I needed to protect them. “And we will my pet.” A voice that was not my own said to me in my head. I could feel my own eyes widening. “Allow me to assist in getting rid of these peasants and we can find our siblings.” The voice practically purred.

“How do I do that and who are you?” I ask hesitantly.

“I am Pestilence, your Horseman, and all you need to do is open the door to your mind. Think of a door and then open it.” He says. Ok then. Here goes nothing. Here’s hoping I don’t regret this. I look at the man at the door and notice he is trying to inch his way out of the room, everyone else is still frozen in fear on the ground where I threw them off of me.

I pictured a door, and then I opened it. Green light and smoke burst from me, and I gasped for breath as the energy and adrenaline pumped through my veins. As did power. Power that felt like a live wire electrocuting me from the inside. I don’t know why, but it not only didn’t hurt, but I felt better. The soreness and pain from earlier is now gone. Cool, I can work with that. As the power burst out of me like a title wave, everyone in the room who came in contact with it started screaming and moaning in pain. I could see boils and pustules popping up on their skin along with bloody vomit. Gross, I started to retch a little at the sight and smell. I think someone literally s**t themselves. I look towards the door where the man was trying to leave, he is currently on the ground seizing. Huh, he has no boils or anything like the others.

“That is because he pissed you off more than the others. They were just pawns. He takes orders from the General. You can’t question a dead man. I did, however, give him a brain eating worm. So, he won’t get off too easily. Go ahead, ask away, the worm will eat his brain when you’re done.” Pest says nonchalantly. I could feel him shrugging his shoulders in my mind. It was an odd feeling to say the least. I got up and walked over to the man laying on the floor shaking from what looked like cold sweats. I pulled all of the wires and IVs out of my arms, as well as the catheter they put in me. That f*****g hurt!

“Wha-what d-did you d-do to m-me?” he stammered through his chattering teeth.

“I let my monster out. They were bad people so they died in pain and suffering, you are worse so you will die worse. Unless you tell me what I want to know that is.” I say as calmy as I can. I can feel my insides shaking, from anxiety or rage or both I couldn’t say. His eyes widen and his pupils blow out.

“Wha-at do y-you m-mean ‘let y-your m-mons-ter out’? Wha-at are you?” He askes with evident fear in his voice.

“I’m not sure I like the term ‘monster’ thank you very much.” Pest says haughtily with a sniff. Man, this whole thing of him being in my head, is gonna take some getting used to. “It’s a term of endearment you big baby.” I tell him. Great, immortal beings are big whiner babies. “I can hear that you know. We do share the same mind.” Ugh. I’m gonna have to talk to my sister Hemy about meditating a wall in my mind to separate us. This will get annoying fast. Convenient and handy at times like this, but the running commentary from the peanut gallery will get old fast. “I CAN STILL HEAR YOU ASSHOLE!!!!” Pest shouts. I almost fall to my knees in pain. It was like someone shoved an icepick in my brain. “Opps, I’m sorry Void. I didn’t mean to shout, especially so loud. Forgive me?” I could feel Pests remorse. He truly hadn’t meant to hurt me. We had some kinks to work out but I think we can get through the rough patches as long as we worked together.

“Tell me what I want to know. Who are you? Where are we? Where are my sisters? What have you done to us so far? Why are you doing this? Who is the General?” I fired question after question, hoping for some answers. I didn’t expect his answers though. This wasn’t good.

“I’m Commander Alexander Hamilship, you are on a black site military base that the public believes is empty, your sisters are down the hall in their own rooms, we have taken multiple samples from each of you from hair to skin to blood and urine, we want to know what you are so that the military can either replicate it or use you for war or covert ops, and the General is General Hunter Fortmier of the US Amy. He was put in charge of the paranormal unit back in 1993 when his predecessor retired with a lead-based breakfast. This is only 1 of the 3-state side bases, here in Wyoming, we are close to the Montana border near Shoshone National. 1 in central Texas around Brownwood. The other one is in Nevada, in the desert, close to Spirit Mountain. There are 5 others around the world. 1 in the highlands of Scottland near Millburn, 1 in the north most region of Norway near Borselv, 1 in Spain near Cazorla, 1 in Nigeria 3 hours outside Lagos, and the last one is in Russia, near the North Korean Border. The countries allied with the UN and the US; don’t know they have the bases there. Most are built underground so no one knows about it. The land the bases are on are actually owned by multiple layers of shell corporations and such. Please! Make it stop! The pain, it’s killing me! Please help me!” Hamilship says all at once. My mind is spinning, so many bases, could they really have that many paranormal and supernatural’s in them? I have to tell the others! But first things first, “Pest… You wanna do the honors?” I ask sweetly. “I thought you’d never ask.” He says gleefully. I feel a rush of power that I now know is Pests’ coursing through me. As Pest took care of the problem named Hamilship, I thought back to my knowledge of World Geography; which wasn’t much to begin with; but most of those in other countries were close to the oceans if I’m not mistaken. Hmm. We’ll have to look into that more closely.