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The Fourth
That evening the War Room would find itself being occupied by four adults.
"Well?" Jean prompted. "What do you think Professor?"
Xavier sighed. "I don't know. It could be anyone."
"But I thought you said it could possibly be someone in the Institute?" Jean reminded him.
Xavier sighed again, more loudly this time. "It could be. Or it might not be."
Hank nodded in understanding. "I believe your right Profe-" He cut himself off suddenly.
Storm turned to look at him. "What? What is it?" She asked, voice dropping.
Hank tapped the table slowly. "Apocalypse likes powerful mutants. He likes the destruction they create and the lives they torment."
"A well known fact, but continue." Xavier said, looking intrigued.
"But what would he find just as fun as someone with lots of power? What could possibly entertain him just as much?"
There was a long pause before Jean finally filled it. "Someone who can't control their mutation."
Hank nodded. "He'd take pleasure out of letting that person go all out with their power without the feeling of restriction."
"So who's someone we know that can't control their mutation and feels restricted?" Xavier asked.
There was another pause and this time Storm broke it. "Scott."
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Apocalypse stood behind his Horsemen, Stryfe following closely. "My loyal horsemen. Our day of triumph is near. Soon we shall have Famine and we will strike!"
Death, War and Pestilence all shared a cunning look as Apocalypse left the room beckoning for Stryfe to follow. "Stryfe, how much longer until I have my final horseman?"
Stryfe fingered his gun. "Give me three days. I'll have your Famine, and another six days and they will be ready to attack."
Apocalypse smirked. "Good." He walked into a dark room. "The world is growing populated with weaklings like the X-Men. None of them are to remain. Understood?"
Stryfe nodded his head. "Completely."
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Scott knew he was awake, but didn't want to open his eyes, then he'd never be able to fall back asleep. He curled the blankets around him, when he noticed his wife wasn't with him.
Feeling his face to make sure his sunglasses were secure he opened his eyes to see his bed was indeed empty. He looked at his clock to see it was nearly 2 in the morning.
Suddenly his door was flung open and Jean stood in the doorway, a serious look on her face. Scott looked at his wife. "Jean? What's going on?" He asked.
Jean left the door open. "We have found out who the last horseman is. We need you down in the War room. Now!" She walked out, the door still wide open.
Scott was out of his bed in a heart beat. Pulling on a sweater he ran out of his room and down the hall to the war room.
He met Kurt just as he came out of his room. "What's going on?" He rubbed his eyes.
Scott noticed the other teachers slowly coming out their rooms. When he spoke, he addressed them all. "Apparently the Professor knows who the final horseman is!"
Everyone instantly became wide awake and followed Scott to the war room. When he walked in, the teachers took their seats and looked at Hank and Xavier expectantly.
Hank looked at Charles. "I think it's best if he hears it from you." He said.
Alex gave a small smile. "Him? So then we know who it is! This is good... isn't it?" He asked uncertainly.
Charles frowned. "In a way. To some it would be a big relief to know who the final horseman is. Others however would be shocked to know it's your brother."
Alex looked stunned. "Brother?" He turned to look at Scott, who's jaw was hanging open. "Scott?"
Cyclops shook his head. "Can't be me! How am I considered powerful when I can't even-"
Xavier cut in. "Control your mutation? We believe it's for that very reason you are the chosen one."
Jean squeezed Scott's hand.
Betsy spoke up from the back of the room. "So we know what we need to do..." She cleared her throat. "We have to protect Scott. Make sure he isn't taken like Warren was." She said the last bit with sadness in her voice.
Xavier nodded. "We have to be prepared for an attack at all times." Everybody nodded. "And Scott, someone must be with you at all times. It will be like assigning a body guard-"
Alex stood up. "I'll do it! I'll be Scott's body guard."
Scott raised an eyebrow at his sibling. "Really? You want to watch after me? Your big brother?"
Alex nodded. "Of course! You're my brother! It's what we're supposed to do." He smiled somewhat uncertainly.
Xavier smiled and gave a short nod. "Good! You're dismissed." Xavier watched everyone leave, the teenagers groaning about going back to bed.
Xavier felt his stomach tighten in nervousness. He turned his head to see Hank sitting at the War room table in his chair next to Charles.
Xavier shook his head and placed a hand on his forehead. "Why do I feel like we got this all wrong?" He muttered.
Beast shook his head and murmured. "I don't know, but I feel the same way."
Xavier and Hank shared a quick look of understanding.
A/N: And one more.
