THEY rode through the town silently, save for the clip-clopping of hoven feet and the occasional rustle of their cloaks. Even so, their presence did not go unnoticed. As they approached, streets quietened, doors were slammed shut and locked, lights dimmed. Every house they passed, they could feel the townsfolk peeking out from behind their windows.

But in their wake, they left chaos.

People streamed onto the streets, blaming each other for the presence of the horsemen. Other knelt and prayed for redemption, others held out their arms, awaiting rapture. Some hugged and sang, some looted stores and did things they had been previously afraid to do.

Four of the horsemen slowed, surveying their handiwork with grim smiles of satisfaction. The remaining rider rode ahead, towards the opulent house on top of the hill. As he rode on, his eyes narrowed, the only indication of his anger. Even though the house seemed immaculate on the outside, it was surrounded in filth. What had once been proud, grand forests now was a rotting wasteland; putrid industrial wastes flowing over long dead trees.

He dismounted quickly, feeling that he should have come much sooner. With a swing of his boot, he smashed the door easily, spotting a lone fat man on the couch watching TV, overfed and overweight. "Terra" he snarled, grabbing him by the collar and pinning him to the wall in one fluid motion.

The man choked on his food, first confusion, then recognition and terror filling his eyes. "You! It cant be, I barred you from this world, Apoc-"

The hooded horseman waved his hand. "Perhaps. But i am not here as he." He unsheathed his sword, and swung it down.

"To you, i am justice"