The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse

Chapter VII: A New Battle

"SHUT UP ALREADY DUDE. YOU SUCK!" Thats what he got everyday. Constant insults, sometimes the occasional swear word. Even a sexual innuendo every so often, usually saying he was gay. 16 year old Ajax was different though, no it wasn't his name. Sonething about him was different. His presence made people want to fight and bash him with insults. He usually would do nothing. He went through the day like normal. He hated his high school with a passion. It wasn't much better at home. Thats why he always wore jackets. To cover up his scars. If people touched him he got jumpy at what might happen next. He had no friends, only a razor and jackets. He always wore black clothes and bulky black Vans. He got home and luckily no one was home. He went to his room to rest. On his floor sat blood, like a path. And in his wall, was a huge hole. So he grabbed one of his guns and followed the trail. He felt like he was gone for about an hour and the trail wouldn't let up. How could an animal bleed this much. He walked across a figure in the woods and readied his weapon. Something was different about this man though, other than his...ARMOR AND CLOAK AND JUST THE SHEER SIZE OF HIM!?! This man wasn't scared, but Ajax almost let his bowels loose. "Hello Ajax." Said the man in a deep, gruff voice. "Who the HELL are you and how do you know my name?" Ajax replied in a scared tone. "Put the weapon down and we'll talk." Something was weird about this man. Like he had an essaance of hostility around him. So ajax sat down on a log and let the man speak. "Welcome, Ajax, I have looked long and hard for a person to pick up where I leave of." "And that would be where...I don't see anything." Ajax retorted. And like that, the man pulled out a blade from nowhere and jammed it tip first into the ground and the land shook. Dumbfounded, Ajax asked who the man was. "All in good time my friend." The blade looked as if it had been forged and carved of ancient metal. Its leather wrapped handle and crimson handguard looked brand new. "Pull it out." The man said. "What, I probably couldn't even lift that thing supported by a crane!" Ajax yelled. "Pick...it up" the man said again, a little meaner this time. Ajax grabbed the handle and he felt a connection. Blood. Gore. Wars. Insanity. Strategy. All at once these flooded his mind, and with that, the sword felt like a feather. He ripped its snake tounge tip out of the ground. It surged a red essance. "What is this" asked Ajax. "It is Chaoseater of course, and only weilded by War." And like that...the mystery man was gone. He turned around and there stood a horse. Not a horse, a great steed that had eyes of fire itself and oozed lava out of cracks in its body. The horse bowed his head and all Ajax could hear was a deep calming voice. "I am Ruin. I am thy steed till the end. I ride only with you." Trusting the horse, he hopped on and rode back home. The next day at school it was the worst. Insults were horrid, more than usual. The physical beatings were worse and more brutal...and it was only 3rd period. He still had 5 more including lunch. In the back of his mind he thought of calling on the sword, then thought against it. By fourth period he couldn't take it. The teacher didn't care about anything, all he did was play solitaire. Before the next round of bullying started...he called on the sword. It shot out of wherever it resided and was hurtling towards earth, directly next to Ajax. They got three feet away and there was a loud crash. Dust settled to show the walls were blown out. Ajax standing right next to something. Chaoseater. He ripped the sword out of the ground and proceded to walk towards the 3 kids. He then called upon Ruin to block their paths. Then, his black clothes turned to bulky, crimson knights armor. Ruin materialized in front of the kids and Ajax, now War proceded towards them. He got them inches from the blade and stopped, warning them. Then War mounted Ruin, and they rode off. It seemed as if War and Ruin were accompanied by a pale rider and a pale and green steed. But who knows.