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Instinctively, I somehow know what they stand for, except for the first one at the base of my neck. It looks like bright stars in the night sky.
The second one below that stands for Lynx. The dark purple, blue, and red storm clouds that roll in over the late sunset in an open field remind me of him.
The next one has a black background, but it’s far from simple. The golden scale seems to float, and as I watch carefully, the plates move as if they are balancing something. This represented Levi.
Fuck. A living tattoo?
The last circle on the top half of my back has an immaculate crown hanging from the end of a notched bow and arrow. At the bottom of the picture looks to be people bowing down to it as it spins around in a slow circle. This is my Ryker.
What the hell is up with these living things on my back? I can’t feel them, so why are they moving?
Continuing on below the big circle of the three worlds is a flaming white sword that cuts down cloaked figures. Squinting my eyes, I can actually make out that the figures look like Rebels! With each slice, the flame seems to scream and flash with anger, shooting out flames before taking another life. This is Knox.
Well shit! This is too surreal.
The next symbol is easy to decipher. It’s Death’s scythe. Although there is no Death to wield the instrument, it swings all on its own, and as it swoops down along the field, cutting through the decrepit bodies reaching up with lithe arms, I can see the black souls being released. This has to be Zeke.
The one below is something new to me but can only be one person. The multi-colored blue feathered wings spread across the circle in bright colors and seem to have an internal glow about them. That must be my Knots.
The last one has me a little confused, but it only leaves JP. In the small circle, at the tip of my spine is a ball of water with a bright flame of what I can easily tell is Hellfire since I’ve seen Bez playing with it so often lately.
But how does JP fit in with fire?
What the hell does this mean?
Something flashes and draws my attention away from my back. I shift more so I’m facing the mirror better and lean in. Have my eyes always looked this light? I twist my head trying to see if it’s just the way the light is hitting me, but I could swear part of my pupil is changing. As if it’s turning a lighter shade. Shaking my head, I peer up at Zeke and Knox in the mirror.
“I think it’s time we ask L.A.M.B. and your mother what they might know about our tats,” I say numbly.
“Agreed,” Zeke and Knox mumble.
CHAPTER 25
Black is the new Black
Rez
The next morning, I wake up next to Knox and Zeke both spooning me and Reaper lying on my legs. After finding the tattoo along my spine, all thoughts of a round two vanished, but in its place came the reactions and theories. Zeke thought it was cool that he got a tattoo of one of the Horsemen on his chest. Knox explained that he had one too and swore Zeke to secrecy before showing off his tramp stamp.
Those guys were a bunch of loons, comparing their tattoos. It was like watching men compare their dick sizes. They are the same, by the way… the tattoos, not their cocks. If you wanted me to compare those… Let’s see. Shit, I’m getting off track. We had no idea what any of this meant, and maybe since they were old as dirt, it was best to bring it up with L.A.M.B. or Lilith when we had a chance. So, with a change of clothes, we crawled into bed to sleep. Knox insisted on staying, and to keep my puppy from whining all night, Knox allowed him on the bed. The urge to pee has me fumbling with the covers and crawling over the guys.
“No. Stay,” Zeke mutters and reaches for me.
“I gotta pee,” I hiss as I stumble out of bed and head to the bathroom. A growl and a crash sounds behind me, and with a quick peek around the doorframe, I see Reaper’s long tail smacking Knox in the face as he whimpers to get down from the bed.
Ugh. I forgot how much it sucks to have a puppy sometimes.
Rushing back in, I pick him up, carry him into the bathroom with me, and put him down on the bathroom floor before doing my business. I go to wash my hands and find my puppy pissing in the shower, and surprisingly, it’s not eating through the floor. Huh, well look at that!
Hoping to get some more cuddles in with my guys, I walk back in and my hope plummets, finding them getting dressed.
Zeke walks over to me with an armload of clothes and nibbles on my neck before he heads to the bathroom.
“Aww. I wanted cuddles,” I whine.
Knox snorts as he walks over and opens the closet, pulling out a black leather jacket. “Well, it’s Saturday, so if you want those last ingredients, we need to leave here in a few.”
Fuck. I forgot!
