The Rabbit's Den

The Horsemen in the City

Trixie had been stapled back up after they had taken Butterfly's lifeless body from her. Now she lay in the hospital bed in the care unit, there was nothing left in her. Petra had tried to talk to her, but Trixie just stared off, completely unresponsive. Her husband, the insensitive Dr. Mullens had been in a handful of times over the last couple days since the baby's passing to check on her. As insensitive as he was, he did realize he couldn't tell her that they would be cutting her baby up to see where they went wrong, it would have just been cruel. But he did still need her, she might not be able to have children, but she still had healthy eggs, with her much needed DNA. She could still be a mother; he'd give her a new baby. One that they could raise together in their little house. Maybe then she wouldn't resent him as much as she did. He was going to wait to tell her this. He wanted her to go stay with Ester, until she healed up, Ester had a way with her that he did not.

Dr. Mullens put his hand on Trixie's, he was more alarmed that she didn't jerk away in her usual way, then if she actually had. "Trixie, I want you to stay with Ester. Until you feel better." Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, they shifted towards him. "Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" He asked, trying to calculate what she was thinking. He grew tired, "You'll leave with her this afternoon, I'll call her." After he had left, Trixie slowly got out of the bed and wandered out into the halls. She moved in a peculiar way, almost like she was under a spell. But she knew where she was going, she wanted to see only one person at this point. The person responsible for all this.

Dr. Peterson was sitting at his desk when Trixie ambled into the room. Her appearance itself was a shock, and she startled him. He stood up, "Trixie?" Ignoring him she slowly sat down in Dr. Mullens chair. "What's happening?" She asked him, her voice had an eerie melody to it. Leaning a bit on his desk he gave her a quizzical look, "I don't understand." She blinked slowly; he was afraid she may have actually lost her mind. "Now that you have played God. Destroyed the world. Broke every human right there is, and have a choke hold on survivors. What's happening now?"

He coughed slightly, then cleared his throat, "Are you a religious person Trixie?" She didn't answer him, just stared on coldly with her puffy blood shot eyes. "I was. My parents were devout. I'm afraid I see the end of days." He explained with a sigh. Letting out a nervous laugh he walked to the window.

"I created something, wonderful yet terrible. It poisoned the world, and in trying to fix it. Became a monster myself. And as a doctor in charge of saving the world, I offer the poison to those that we need the most. I don't know what happens next Trixie, WOLF is the white horsemen. They are those on the conquest. I guess that makes me the black horsemen, I created the pestilence that plagues the world." He turned glancing at her again. She stood slowly and began to walk out but turned once she got to the door. She looked up at him, still with the crazed look in her eyes, "Kaleb is the red horsemen Dr. Peterson, for he will bring this war to your doorstep." A wash of arrogance flooded the doctor, "Well my dear Trixie, what does that make you? The martyr?" "I'm the pale rider doctor, I'll bring death." After she disappeared from sight, the doctor felt a cold shiver run up his spine. She had lost her mind, or had he?

Dr. Mullens had helped Trixie get dressed the best he could, in the clothes she had come to the hospital in. They weren't as baggy as she expected but they were still loose. He walked her down into the lobby area where he had re-programed her bracelet before. He stood beside her as they waited for Ester, in an uncomfortable silence. Looking at her, he noticed that she had to be in a state of shock. It could be the only reason for the semi catatonic state she was in. She didn't move, barely blinked and her breathing was shallow but steady and slow. The doctor breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted his sister coming through the glass doors. "Ester, thank you for doing this." He exclaimed as he brought her into an embrace. The hug caught her off guard and she stammered, "Of, of course. I wouldn't want her to be alone at this time either. I'll take good care of her, I promise." She reached out and touched Trixie's dangling hand. "Come on sweetie. I'll get you taken care of. Okay?"