Lightning. Crack. Thunder. I split. Straight down. Gazing up. I see. The 4th Horseman. Standing split, where I stood. I see. The Beast. Proliferating in my absence. The Horseman, crooked smile and evil gaze. The Beast a chaotic shade of nightmares. I lay, dying. Watching. What I refused to be. I, existing in them. But now split. I feel their darkness. I feel the burn. They walk over to me. Throwing me aside. They cackle in a blood curdling scream. We exchange looks. We embrace the end.