At the table sat his dead ex-wife, his daughter—who was still alive—and another man he had never before seen. His daughter’s whimpers echoed though the room; the killer smiled as he brandished a large curved knife and pointed the tip towards her. Ace moved toward the table where he saw a place set for him. He sat down and noticed his wife’s and daughter’s name-tags both read ‘Famine’.
He looked at the man responsible for all this death. An average man with glasses, short finely combed dark-blonde hair, a somewhat heavy build and a goatee, the killer seemed ordinary. Once again the killer smiled widely. He seemed proud of his work and was overjoyed that Ace was here to witness it. He made his way over to Ace and set before him a perfectly clean white envelope.
“Your daughter has the same virus as her mother,” the man said. “It will eat at her body until death, which I might add is in thirty minutes. You must read this last letter entirely to receive the instructions for her antidote, which has to be administered within fifteen minutes. Good Luck.” He then turned and walked back to his chair.
Ace saw this as the perfect opportunity, so pulled his gun out and shot the killer twice, who then fell to his knees. He turned his head towards Ace and smiled. “Thank you,” he said with a slow dying breath, then fell forward onto the floor.
Ace ripped open the final letter and read it quickly.
Ace,
Famine has come.
You are the final horseman.
If you are reading this, my body is dead, yet I will live in you.
Every letter you have read has been me transferring my mind and soul right into your unsuspecting self. I had control of your thoughts, your memories and even some of your actions from the very beginning.
When you finish this letter your mind will no longer be yours—it will be mine. I am the angel of the apocalypse, I AM DEATH and have been around for thousands of years. I am what you are. You are the new killer and soon we will have to get to work.
Love and kisses,
Finalis Nocturnim Mindarium
P.S. There is no antidote.
