The man who brings Plague, Vector!

Hugo felt like vomiting, but the oncoming battle prevented him from giving in to his human tendencies.

"What are you anyway?" Pinching his nose a little, he paid full attention to the weird monster in front of him.

He didn't expect the monster to reply to him—at least not in human tongue. But what you expect is often the last possible result; that was mother nature's way of keeping human will from influencing the state of the world.

"Greetings..." The monster said eloquently but paused, thinking of a proper form of address for Hugo, "...Skydancer."

'Hmm, he didn't call me human. As I expected, someone created and is now controlling this weird creature using some unknown method.'

"Why did you release the prisoners?"

Hugo's sword was trembling; it was tired of the small talk and wished to go straight into the action—killing the enemy!

"Oh? Is there meant to be a particular explanation for human actions? You're a child, so I don't really think you understand what all this means. Isn't it obvious?!"

'Holy f*ck, I've watched enough superhero animes and read enough comics to know what comes next, blah blah revolution blah sick blah tired blah Skydancers reign!'

And for this one time, mother nature let the plot go as it was set.

"We are starting a revolution. For those people frustrated with the current rule, current world order, current everything! A new government for people sick of corruption, equal standing for those sick of discrimination and the proper elimination of evil for all!"

He had heard this so many times that he sighed multiple times throughout the monster's speech. Not only in animes, but this was something people heard daily because of stupid and trivial things such as elections.

Upon humanity was almost destroyed, those stupid world leaders didn't want to let the political boundaries down.

'Bastards, all of them. All they want to do is keep the power in their hands!'

This wasn't Hugo's only frustration, though.

"Why the hell are you saying this so self-righteously though?!" Now he was pissed.

He continued, not giving the opponent any more time to spew his bull crap. "Do you know when I figured all this out—what you're saying?"

"When I was a mere five years old! But I didn't go around breaking into prisons and messed up shit like that, and believe me, with the kind of power I have, that wouldn't have been a problem at all. I hate people like you, speaking so righteously all the time... Well, f*ck your sense of justice! And f*ck your revolution!"

And with those words still lingering in the air, he shot towards the green creature and hacked down.

*Kacha!* The blade cut right through the body of the weird monster and left some sort of green substance clinging to it.

'That was too easy.' He swung the blade down to his side to get the weird goop off of it and turned around to disdain the falling foe.

He returned the blade back to its black matter state and shook his head; the continuous disappointment replaying in his mind over and over again.

"For someone who spoke so big, you really ain't worth shit!" Hugo was so angry that even his own words riled him up, so much that he wanted to spit on the corpse of the dead creature.

'What a waste of my time. I'd have gotten home by now if it wasn't for this fellow,' He sighed, stepping over some leftover glop as he walked over to his bike.

But like the heat built up in a steam pot, the feeling became too much to ignore; he tapped his feet against the ground, bit his nails till they reached the tips of his finger and messed with his hair until he let it all out and in the end, he really just did so—he spat on the pitiful creature.

"Screw it!"

An unsymmetrical round ball of spittle flew out of his mouth and landed on the corpse of the creature with a beautiful splash, and as if to cement this splash of paint on the canvas—Hugo slid his foot against the thing's body multiple times.

That day, Hugo was going back home with renewed moods of frustration and ignorance. But he didn't realize it just yet.

While he fiddled in his coat pocket for the remote control for his hover cycle, a small reemergence scene was taking place right behind him, like a scene straight out of a fantasy movie.

The creature transformed into a puddle of murky-looking green liquid, staying in that state for fewer seconds than a normal human could count. The liquid split into two and congealed back into physical forms.

And in no time at all, the dead monster "resurrected" itself.

He put his helmet on and hoisted himself onto the bike.

*VROOM*

He revved the engine up a little and sighed one more time just as he stepped on the pedal, but a worrisome voice spoke up from the spot he just left...

...Actually there were two voices; both as annoying as the one from the first time.

"What?" As he turned his head slightly to look at the spot where the monster once stood, Hugo's dark eye seemed to flash with a tinge of grey at that moment.

And in complete synchrony, the voices laughed with themselves and at him.

"You're surprised, right? But if you beat us, we can tell you what we're using to multiply." The creatures wagged their fingers a little in an attempt to goad and tempt him.

Nevertheless, Hugo wasn't that dumb to not realize what was going on with the monster he thought he'd killed.

"I will ask this again. What is your name?"

And at that last question before their battle, the two creatures let out wide, menacing grins. They were tired of this game of charades—and a murderous light shone from the depths of their eyes.

"I am the First Horseman, the harbinger of Plague and misfortune; Vector!"