The Five Horsemen Book 1: Death Warmed Over

Chapter 8

Artemis POV CONT

As I stood there staring at the woman and listening to War, I noticed she started gripping what I thought was a necklace because she started praying while holding it, was actually a silent alarm. I found that out after I heard footsteps running into my room, Miss. Dumbass here looked up with a smug look on her face like she won or something. Really? "You just got those people killed. Too bad, for you that is." I deadpan while turning towards the door. "War? Help? I don't know what to do. I've never...you know...killed anyone before." I had trailed off into a small voice there at the end and could feel affection and something else I couldn't quite place coming from him.

"No problem love. Allow me to take over your body for a moment and I'll take care of the riff-raff." War says kindly. Suddenly, I feel myself getting pushed back in my own mind and am looking through my own eyes, but not. I couldn't explain it well if someone asked at first. It was like I was in a pitch black room, and could see out of my eyes like they were on a movie screen I guess. Oh! Like that movie 'Inside Out"! How the emotions were looking through their persons eyes on a screen? Yeah, like that. Only like I said, pitch black room instead. And no control panels or rows and shelves of memory orbs... So, kinda like 'Inside Out', but not too... Like I said, couldn't explain it. I could feel another presence in 'here' with me. It didn't feel malicious, but instead it was comforting. Like when a friend or a pet offers you comfort in need. I could hear the occasional hiss and the sound of scales sliding against itself. Cool, I love snakes, wonder what it's name was. "Bastille." floated through my mind like a carress. Ooohhh, pretty name for a pretty snake. "Basalisk, not snake." came filtering in too. Ah, good to know there is a difference.

War POV

I was pissed, more so than usual. My brothers and I had finally been reborn and we wake up to pathetic and power hungry humans attempting to harm the humans, well actually they were no longer humans, we had been given as companions and vessels. The reason we are paired with a creature, mostly 'mythological' as most humans would say, is because regular humand can not survive the bonding experience with us. So they are made into supernaturals in the process. It's quite fascinating really. Ugh, I still sound British. For the better part of a century I was in the UK and ended up picking up the accent, slang and terminology. I hated it. There was nothing wrong with the Brits, but let's face it. If I could choose an accent, it would be Irish or Scottish. Both women and men fall over themselves for those 2 accents. Granted my brothers and I speak every language there has ever exited in all the realms and dimentions, but that's a discussion with my little 'Mis later. For now, time to kill some unworthy humans.

Just as I have that thought, 4 other humans, also in scrubs, burst in the room. 2 of them have guns drawn and the other 2 hang back and take in the room. Forcing a telepathic connection can cause irrepairable damage, even death. So that's exactly what I do. I force myself in their brains and scramble them. They all cry out in pain at first then they drop like stones in water just inside the door. I see a nurse and another man just outside the door, shaking in fear, pale as sheets. They are insignificant to me. "Drag the bodies further into the room now then leave and tell no one, or die along with them. Your choice." I say loudly, my voice is strange in this form. It's a mixture of both my deep and almost gutteral voice and Artemis' voice. The 2 humans scrabble forward and start dragging the bodies more inside the room, the female one is crying, the male is most likely about to have a panic attack the way his breathing is labored, and it's not from effort of moving bodies. He looks to be in good shape, tall-ish at 5'11" brown short hair, not shaved but also not shaggy, what I'm assuming is a sun tan but is currently pale as f**k probably from fear, and a classic roman handsome face with deep-set blue eyes. That pouty, full-lipped mouth. The things I could do with that mouth, mmmmm. I can practically taste him.

"HEY! I can hear you, you know!!! Do NOT go around f*****g anybody you want while in my body! You can do that in your own body but not mine. Not with out permission anyway, geeze. And no, I do not give consent right now! We are trying to gain information and escape, HHHEEELLLLLLOOOOO!" Artemis says hotly. Ohmph. Gonna have to work on mental barriers to prevent our thoughts from melding. Oops. Oh well. He's still fuckable looking. His ass looks like it could take a serious f*****g from my large c**k. "You know, every man thinks his c**k is huge, until it's measured. When was yours last measured?" She says haughtily. My guess, she's been let down before. Shame, we'll have to change that.

"It was measured the last time we had been reborn, sooo.... back in the early 2000's I think, In my full Horseman form, it measured at just under 12 inches I believe." I could feel her choking on air in the back of our mind. I tuned back into what was going on, the 2 humans had done as they were told and were inching towards the door and the deceitful woman was still on the floor. Though she was no longer wearing her smug look. She had a combined look of fear, horror, and resignation. She knew she was going to die, very well. Let's get this over with. "You 2 can go back to that desk over there, do not move from there, do not speak to anyone, make a sign on the desk and make sure it is visible for others to read. You are not allowed to interact with anyone else until I say otherwise, do you understand?" I ask sternly. The both nod their heads quickly and run from the room, stopping to sanatize their hand at a station along the way. Smart, dead bodies, no matter how fresh, will always have nasty germs and bacteria.

"Tell us everything. Leave nothing out, we will know if you are being deceitful and lying, or even ommiting things, I can force myself in your head like I did your coworkers, but you see how well that turned out." I say, waving my hand at the bodies. I leave out that I have already been inside her head, which I conveniently erased from her memories to see what she would do and say.

"My name is Sara, I am 36 years old and I am a doctor here. We are in an off the books black site military base. I honestly don't know where we are right now, I was brought in during the night without being told where we were going. I swear, I was brought in on this last night. I was only told you all were not human, therefore had no human rights that qualified and should treat you as scientific specimens. I know that sounds really bad, but that's how it was put to me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so callus or dismissive towards you. I'm an Army doctor, I'm used to following orders for the betterment of the situation. I normally don't know all the details and I don't need to. I have people above me for that. Please, let me go, I would like to see my family again. I have kids." Sara says, tears forming in her eyes. I push very little power into her head to read her mind. What I find makes my blood boil. The only things she told the truth about was her name and age and that she was a doctor. She'd been her for over a year, knew exactly where we were, didn't give 2 shits about any of the victims being held here, she actually enjoyed her work and liked to dissect her victims. While they were still alive. Oh, Gods. She's done more than 1 live autopsy. And she is thinking fondly of those particular horror filled memories. She doesn't even have kids either! She is 1 of the worst psychopaths I have ever seen. And I've been around since the begining of time! She has to die, it's the right thing to do. Artemis makes a choking sobbing sound in our mind, she heard and saw everything and she is devastated for those pour souls who never made it out of this hell hole. My brothers are going to be just as pised when they wake up. But this one. This one is mine.

"No, you have lied and even worse you have enjoyed the torture you have inflicted on others that were never supposed to be in your care." And with that, her eyes widened in panic, then rolled back as she succumbed to the mind melting pain that kills her.