Hi there everybody, this is Trom with another little short fic that I 
had just thought about.  I got it from reading another fic, although it 
was just something that stuck in my head.  This is just little ruff 
something.  I don't think I'm too good at suspense so be gentle although 
fair in your C+C.

		The Angels of Apocalypse

	by
	Trom

	Jerome rushed back from the mystic bookstore that he had come 
across a couple of weeks back.  It was funny that he should notice it 
just when his life was turned upside down.
	For you see it was just a year ago while driving home late one 
night.  His wife Mary was doing the driving as he had partied to hard 
that night.  Mary had not drunk any alcoholic beverages for it was 
against her person beliefs.  Something about purity of spirit and all 
that nonsense.  Hey as long as it allowed him to have a few drinks at 
parties and had ride home afterward.  She would just smile and berate 
him for his indulgences.  She loved him anyway even for his faults. 
	Unfortunately not everyone had their sensibilities.  For that 
night when they were driving through an intersection, they never even 
saw the lights of the upcoming car as it barreled into Mary's side of 
the car.  The seatbelt and the airbag were not enough to save her, while 
it was just enough to protect him.  One minute they were merrily 
enjoying their holiday season, the next he was a widower.  Why?! Because 
some snotty son of an Ambassador had gotten high that night and decided 
to show off his new cars to his most resent one-night stand.  She didn't 
survive either.
	Don't get me wrong Jerome did not come out of the accident 
unscathed.  His leg was crushed between the dashboard and his side of 
the car door.  Also a piece of the windshield had lodged itself into his 
right eye.  The physical damage was nothing compared to the mental 
anguish at the loss of the love of his life.  They had to sedate him for 
two days strait.   
	When he had fully come to his senses, he was more enraged than 
grief stricken.  The little piece of *hit that killed his wife and 
crippled him didn't even spend the night in the jail.  One call from him 
and he was off.  Not even a slap on the wrist!  He killed two women and 
crippled one man!  When asked about this, he was told that the boy had 
diplomatic immunity.  Oh sure, he probably had gotten a stern lecture 
from his parents! And that would the be extent of his punishment.
	When he had tried to go to the news with his grief and outrage, 
he visited by some very serious types who forcibly suggested that he do 
nothing.  Then they offered him a substantial amount of money to keep 
quiet.  As if any amount of money could ease his grief?!  The thought of 
it, trying to pay him off, just so some foreign a**hole could save face! 
 Normally he would have refused them.  Unfortunately they were a little 
overbearing in their insistence, that if he did not except the money and 
be quite something would happen to him.  There is rage and then there is 
stupidity, and while he was still angry not enough so that he lost his 
commonsense.  So he took the money.
	He might have taken the money but he did not sit idle with it.  
Using secret accounts that he was able to set up, he hire a couple of 
discreet Private Investigators.  He wanted to know who else was being 
strong armed by the government.  There were more than he could even 
possibly imagine.  After reading report after report , he became more 
and more disgusted at the corruptness of the governments and society at 
a whole.  He soon started using a phony name to harass the government by 
way of the Internet.  It was easy, as long as his friend and computer 
wiz set it up for him that is.  So for the next few weeks he got 
satisfaction from being a ghost conscience in their machine, that was 
until he found out he wasn't the only ghost out there trying to harass 
the high brow of society.  Ex-government employees who knew the truth 
hidden behind half truths and right out lies.  Jerome became more and 
more discussed with society at general.  Oh sure not everyone was scum 
but the majority of them were.  And those who weren't were probably 
better off dead, it would stop their suffering at least.  But how?
	That's were the bookstore came in.  He had found it one day when 
he was just walking about, trying to the depressed feelings he had 
inside of him.  It was one of those mystical mumbo jumbo ones.  Having 
nothing better to do and looking for something to lift his spirits 
Jerome went in.  
	At first it looked like any other spiritual bookstore.  But 
after looking around for a few minutes came upon a section of old used 
books in the back.  Some of the books looked older the country itself.  
In fact many of them were in languages he had never know existed.  
Needing something to keep his mind off of the problems that kept 
resurfacing.  He bought one of the older more dustier ones.  It must 
have been an antique for it was in the four figure range, price wise 
that was.  
	It took a long time but eventually it seemed that he could just 
understand what was written.  How? Why? Who knew, he just did.  It was 
just when he had gotten more and more angry at the world.  Strange it 
seemed ever since he got that book his mood had gotten worse and worse. 
 One day while going over it he noticed something that he had never seen 
before.  A spell of summoning.  Summon who? Those that would bring the 
end of the world and the human race with it.  
	One would bring sickness and pain, though beauty she did wear.
	Two would bring death and destruction were to whoever path they 
cross.  
	The last seemed harmless compared to the rest, but from her came 
a more painful death.  For all would soon grow hungry for that she 
touched became uneatable harmful, and extinction.

	While many cultures had bearers of death and destruction the 
most memorable of them being the Christian Horsemen of Apocalypse.  They 
generally were sexless individuals depending on what book you read.  The 
difference with these being that they were all female.  Although from 
their description, at least when you died you'd go out looking at a 
small group of Angels. You wouldn't even suspect them of doing anything 
until it was to late.  For they didn't realize what they were doing, 
they were passive destroyers.  According to the spell they would be 
summoned forth and go their separate ways.  Although the Angels of Death 
and War would remain together for those two were never too far apart.  
Famine and Plague would go were they wished hiding out in seemingly 
innocent disguises.  Slowly fulfilling their directives.

	The circle was complex and the requirements for it expensive and 
hard to find.  Jerome was more grateful for the money the government 
payed him.  Although it took all his money, everything he owned was 
sacrificed for pay for what might have been a phony ritual.  The 
ceremony too three days to do.  In that time Jerome could not sleep, 
could not eat.  For any distractions and he would have to start all over 
again with fresh ingredients.  If it didn't kill him first that is.
	So after the required three days, fog formed in the usual 
special effects when it came to demon summoning.  When the four figures 
finally appeared Jerome could not help start laughing as he died, for 
that was the final requirement of the spell, his life.  Why did he 
laugh?  What was so humorous about four angels of death?  You see before 
the accident Jerome was a extreme enjoyer of foreign animation.
	For he knew who they were for haven seen them before and he knew 
right off which was which.  Although he wasn't totally sure which of the 
two were Death and War.  It didn't matter for they were partners. The 
other two, well how could you not tell which was which.  
	The four Angels that came from the mist.  Akane Tendo, Kei and 
Yuri the Lovely Angels, and Kodachi Kuno.  The four Angels of 
Apocalypse.