The Four Horsemen

PESTILENCE

"Oh my, yet another patient victim to the disease. I have a lot of work to be done." The room was cold. Very cold. The cold room was slightly darkened, only illuminated by a single light dangling from the ceiling. "Patient 475132A, name Chelsea Haywood, the virus has spread up her abdomen and entered into her cardiovascular region. I presume that the virus is going to flood her nervous system and begin eating away at her heart. We don't have much time." She was lying there on a hard metal table, her body seemingly perfectly fine. He stood over her, his very large glasses beaming down at her struggling body. "Do not resist, I am here to cure you."

Evilyn Blackshire. He was a tall man, standing at around six feet, seven inches. He was an unusual man, a man of mystery. No one knew too much about him, no one ever dared to ask anything about him. He was just known as the 'Plague Doctor'. This was mostly due to his clothing choice. Like traditional plague doctors, he was fully covered from head to toe in a solid slate black ankle length overcoat. A jet black bird-like beak mask often filled with sweet or strong smelling substances (commonly lavender), along with onyx black gloves, black boots, a black brim hat, and a black outer over-clothing garment. He wore this to protect against against airborne diseases.

The small overhead light bulb hanging by a single thread from the ceiling began flickering just slightly. Flies were gathering around and whizzing all around Dr. Blackshire. He was not bothered, however, he was simply accustomed to it. "Let's begin." Dr. Blackshire's voice was so soothing, so calming and ginger. It had an almost robotic tone to it, but it was nonetheless captivating. He picked up a small scalpel, in which had a blade so sharp it could slice into diamond. Aligning the blade perfectly in a diagonal angle over the woman's exposed and completely naked flesh, the tip of said blade teasing her skin, he applied minimum pressure to induce the first incision. Her skin was easily coaxed from the superior metal, and it was sliced cleanly open. For a rather delusional man, he was by far the best surgeon this Earth has ever bore.

The penetrating stainless steel exhilarated him, and it gave way for Dr. Blackshire to continue. "Oh dear, your organs have been severely damaged. You will need new ones," he spoke softly. Slowly. Gently. After slowly dragging the extremely sharp and bladed object down her abdomen, the blade was taken from her quivering and trembling body and then quietly set down on the table next to her. Tears were flowing from her fruitful eyes and sliding down the curves of her round shaped face. They piled up under her head, soaking her completely. Dr. Blackshire clicked her tongue, his eyes gluing themselves upon her shaking facial muscles.

"Oh no, that won't due. We can't have that interfering with us. Allow me to assist you."

Dr. Blackshire motioned over to her face, laying a gloved hand down on her cheeks. He caressed her, "I'm here to help you," he reminded her. Her gutteral grunts of pain and fear were more apparent. Disturbing to anyone else who might've been listening, but a beautifully constructed Orchestra to Dr. Blackshire's ears. The hand that was once softly caressing her was now the same one tugging on her top eyelid. With his right hand, a cigarette lighter was firmly being held. A flick of her thumb, and a single flame was dancing atop the metal end of the plastic lighter. The disturbed Butane within the confines of the plastic shifted in position, and the dancing flame was now vigorously shaking. The top half of the flame was now obscured by an object. Ms. Haywood's eyelid.

The flame was quickly heating up the eyelid, tearing right through the thin flesh and burning the veins inside to nothingness. Then gone, the eyelid was off. The beginnings of the eyelids that spans out from the the eye sockets had coiled up and was dipped black from being burned. Despite the gag that was tied to her mouth, the sounds she were making now were perfectly audible. They were weeps of pain, and bewilderment. "I won't harm you. I'm helping you. This will all be over soon. We only have three more eyelids, your veins, a heart, half your brain, your lungs, your liver, and your entire skeletonical framework to fix."