The End

 The End  

by Mark Antony Raines. 

Sitting  in a run down  dive of a pub; the kind of place if you splat on the floor  no one  would  blink an eyelid. 

It was full of brown furniture the bog standard fire lit in the corner with a plague over it saying 

"Never gone out since 1789 "

Which the landlord of The Fox and The Hound knew  was complete bullshit  as the fire was cleaned daily and relit to keep  the myth alive. 

Sitting at the antique oak table are four beings; the chairs have wicker cane backs never designed for comfort, not that these  four give a dam as they were here at this moment of time in the universe  on business.

First  of the four was Warren who had  muscles on his muscles; long black hair; a gold chain with a gold bullet pendant; to gold earrings which looked like axes.

Second was Peril. She wore nothing  but black clothing from head to  toe exactly  like a fan of goth music. 

Third Faith who was thin as a catwalk model with her long blonde hair but her face was riddled with ache.

Finally the fourth and final was Dave who was born an alibino and was used to the Freak show glares from the public. 

Warren "How long has it been since we all meet up together like this? "

Peril 'It been long enough  as you  know we all been busy doing  our jobs"

Faith "Yes darling but I had a little fun on the way"

Dave just  gunted.

So after some catching up : playing all the pub games each knew boredom was beginning to  settle in  .

Warren "Do you really think it's going to happen? "

Peril "It's been on the verge for many  centuries now but I can sense things are changing "

Faith "If want my humble opinion it should have happened twenty years ago  in 1999 it would have made perfect sense "

Dave "The master did not  deem it as he had an agreement with the lights to wait  for the signs"

Warren "You and your bloody signs I wish it was now as I getting bored "

Suddenly the clock on the wall stopped all the other punters at the Fox and Hounds including the landlord were frozen  in time. 

A Dark figure appears out of the pubs fire;horns :goats hooves: pan pipes and he looks at the only table  not looking like it's a snapshot of a photograph capturing a moment in time. 

The figure raises his hand and points at Warren :Peril;Faith and Dave .

Our as the old testament of the bible calls them in revaluations. 

War: Pestilence :Famine : Death collectively the four horsemen of the Apocalypse.