Upon a Pale Horse pt. 4

It had been six hours since the injections. Zaphiel wondered how long it would take. He had promised the agent known as Satan that if he could scream he would release him and give him the antidote. He never mentioned he injected him with a muscle relaxant making him unable of speaking. He called it his just revenge. This agent at one time he thought was the only one he could trust. It seemed every action Satan took counteracted Traxis. He had seen him break rules and defy authority for years. Tonight he realized it was all a ruse. The agent was merely doing these things to test other agents. He was helping make Traxis stronger by getting rid of the questioners and doubters. Zaphiel could almost guess Satan was probably Traxis most loyal agent. Shame Traxis never embedded its agents with the antidote to one of its most potent viruses. Sure it told them how to respond to it. Move quickly, contact teammates, and continue moving for as long as you can keep the blood flowing.

Poor Satan could no longer move and could not contact help. He was stuck in this chair tied down. He was weak to begin with but he is even worse now. He had felt his blood begin to harden in his bloodstream hours ago. He managed through power of mind to force it through his system. For six hours he had fought the inevitable. If he was going to die he would make Zaphiel's existence a living hell. He began to try and speak. He lifted his head noticing the damned soul had left the room. He tried to speak. Slowly words began to form easier and easier. He felt his heart beginning to slow in its beating. Soon the toxin would reach his heart and he would die, but before that happened he had something to say. He knew the secret, the holy grail of Traxis.

Zaphiel walked in holding his pistol at Satan at all times. He mentally noted how long it took to kill this one. Next time he would have to raise the dose. If there was a next time, he could barely find any more vials of the virus in this facility. It was a small one of course, but he knew somewhere there was more. He leaned close to Satan and smiled his sickly smile his silver eyes glinting.

"Tell me Satan ready to scream?" Zaphiel watched as the agent's head dropped finally. He began to walk away when the sounds of words stopped him in his tracks. He spun to hear what was being said.

"S...s... she lives. The pure walks. The Virgin is untainted. Hurry or the jackal will have his prey", the body's color turned pale instantly as the veins under the skin raised as if filled with some hard substance. Zaphiel snarled and unloaded all the rounds of the Desert Eagle into the body. The bastard had fought the virus till its end just to tease him with riddles. He had heard of The Virgin Mary. It was a rumor to him. It was Traxis darkest secret. Some said it was the first cure all ever created. Others said it was a monster created in those damn bio-labs that could wipe out all humanity. Now though it was a complication, Jackal could never be allowed to get his hands on it. For Zaphiel knew one thing, it was the pure and pure must be protected.