Set after Ascension II. In an epic battle, the X-Men and the Brotherhood came together and defeated the greatest threat mankind had ever known, thereby saving their world. But at what cost?
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Authoress: Welcome to the clump of crazy ideas yanked from every X-Men universe I could get my hands on and then smashed together with my insanity! Yes, this is going to be an OC fic, BUT all of the X-Men and co will appear in their full glory (I hope) as themselves once I get the plot up and running. And, since they're a major part of the plot, they'll be included in that too.
This is the (very short) prologue; please email characters. Form and my address are in my bio.
Floating in space, Apocalypse surveyed the planet below him from his vessel with a critical eye. It was barely recognizable as Earth. The swirling white clouds and vast oceans were the same, but the differences were evident. Pale bridges that spanned the deep blue oceans like a complex spider web, connecting continents, which were covered in glistening lights.
The brightness was lost on the super-mutant, who was more concerned with the lack of special lights than the abundance of mechanical ones. There was not a single mutant on this planet. He had used a considerable amount of his already depleted strength searching, but there was nothing. The planet was devoid of any higher life forms beside himself. Frustrated, the pharaoh ripped off his locating device and flung it onto its stand. This was not possible. There was simply no way those weaklings had injured him enough to take this long to recuperate. In fact, he had never even lost consciousness. The little brats simply had thrown him into the Eye of Ages and sent him away from them.
His eyes widened. Away. Of course. The brainless children and sent him away from them, yes, but they had not realized the consequences of their foolish actions. His vessel had the power to move not simply through, as its previous owner had done, but through dimensions as well. They had sent him away from their world only for him to return to it. It was not their Earth, true enough, but still…it would do for now. Until he had enough power and support to return to their world, this would do.
However, there was a complication. His eyes narrowed. After his skirmish, Apocalypse was severely weakened. He could not take this planet on his own, assuming he could even open his craft after the havoc the X-Men had wreaked upon it, not to mention himself. His eyes drifted back to the consol where his new machine stood. He had recreated the contraption out of necessity, as the original was out of reach. A small smirk played upon his lips. Even if he was presently not capable of taking over the world himself, he certainly could find some that could. He placed the machine on his head and powered it up.
It was time to create some new Horsemen.