The ginning face of the skull loomed before the riders. “Surely you don’t think you’ll defeat me…” Came the hiss of a voice. It echoed from the throat of the skulled one. The horsemen laughed. “We will. You will fall.” Famine retorted. Skin that was withered sagged from the skeletal frame of the rider. The Rider’s horse’s appearance matched his own, a black skellital steed. Milky white eyes of the beast peered listlessly at the Skull headed man. His name was Retribution. He welded a chrome six string, etched in smoking black, upon the neck of the guitar was one word. ’Vengeance.’ The hiss of Retributions voice sounded once more. “I am the Punisher. It is time for you to account for your sins.”

Once more the Horsemen laughed. “We are the Harbingers of Doom, the Leaders of the Apocalypse. You will not defeat us.” The only response they got was the shake of a head. Suddenly the guitar was settled over his shoulder. The chilled chrome rested against his abdomen. “I warned you…” He said. Fingers settled onto the fret board of the Flying V. One solitary, clear, strong note squealed through the air. The earth under the Rider’s started to rumble. “This is your last chance…Go back to the pits of hell and tell Lucy I’m comin’ for him next.” There was something in the tone that caused the Riders to look at one another. Should they heed his words? Should they continue on? Or should they fight. Plague sneered, puss oozed down his face. “You will regret that. “ The feted hooves of the horse stepped forward. It was then Retribution started to shred.

The earth shook, the walls fell and time itself stopped. All that were, will be and had ever been were the five. Suspended in their own reality. As the last note rung through the air laughter echoed around them, within them. The laugh of ever apparent victory. “You really should have listened.” The guitar was gripped in his hand, and with a menacing cackle he swung. The guitar connected with the head of War. Blood flew into the air as the head spun backwards…It was on...
The Red steed of war reared, smoldering hooves slashed toward Retribution. Upon connection smoke smoldered from the exposed flest leaving a hoof shaped burn upon his shoulder, a bone snapped. Retribution roared and swung the guitar again. The metal of the guitar connected solidly with the head of hte beast. The skull exploded and a dark liquidy iquer flew everywhere splattering across the face of the skull headed man...

(Okay folks I'm just workingon this slowly but surely. Soon I'll make more of a story out of it. Just...cope with me till I'm done alright. )