A/N* Okay, I know this thing is getting a bit long, but I plan to round it
off in chapter ten, if not— just bare with me.
"So she wanted to talk." Cyclops said as if trying to confirm it.
Nightcrawler rolled his "milky white eyes" (sry, but that's how I see 'em) "For the millionth time, yes!" He cried.
Jean Grey put her hands on her hips. "Scott, why do you keep repeating yourself? It is possible that Mystique can have a heart."
Shadowcat shook her head. "I just don't get it. Your mom? How is this possible?"
Nightcrawler smiled. "Well Kitty, I'm a bit embarrassed to have to tell you this, but when a man and a woman fall in love—"
"Kurt!"
Nightcrawler laughed out right. The X-men were in a scrap yard, investigating a strange mutant signal that Cerebro hadn't managed to identify properly.
Wolverine sniffed. "I don't like it Charles. It ain't like nothin' I ever smelled before. It just ain't natural."
Professor Xavier nodded from his wheelchair. "I know Wolverine, I'm getting very irregular readings from this place. I can't help this feeling of . . . terror. Something isn't right."
Storm closed her eyes. "It is worse than that Charles. The very balances of nature are seething. A storm out of even my control seems to be just on the horizon. I fear that when it reaches us it will be far worse than any monsoon or tornado. I feel as if all that should be isn't, and all that shouldn't be is."
Spyke shivered. "I don't like this auntie-O, you never get this worried."
Rogue folded her arms over her chest. "If it's that bad, why don't we all just leave? I mean, why would it want to chase us?"
The Professor shook his head. "It's not that simple my child. Something this terrible would have no need to chase. I believe that when it arrives it will be around every corner. There will be nowhere to run."
Jean Grey closed her eyes. "You mean it'll have the whole world at its mercy?"
Cyclops gritted his teeth. "Not if we stop it."
Nightcrawler shuffled in the dirt. "Hey, what's that?" He asked.
Shadowcat perked up. "What?"
Nightcrawler held up a piece of cloak that had fallen to the ground. Wolverine snatched it up and inhaled deeply.
"I know that scent."
Charles wheeled closer. "What is it my friend?"
Wolverine closed his fist over the fabric.
"Mesmero."
Mystique stood with her back to the wall of the Bayville Bank. Her face was stained with tears.
"If only I had been honest with him to begin with."
A deep, chilling voice rang out. "You lie to him still."
"I had to." Said Mystique, oblivious to the strangeness of the voice.
"You tell him the Rogue is his cousin, yet you were an only child Raven."
"I know, but I couldn't put too much on him at once."
"When will you tell him?"
Mystique's eyes suddenly widened as she realized that she didn't know this voice.
"Magneto?" She asked shakily.
"No."
"Who are you?"
"I am the end of all."
"Who?"
"I am……… Apocalypse."
"So she wanted to talk." Cyclops said as if trying to confirm it.
Nightcrawler rolled his "milky white eyes" (sry, but that's how I see 'em) "For the millionth time, yes!" He cried.
Jean Grey put her hands on her hips. "Scott, why do you keep repeating yourself? It is possible that Mystique can have a heart."
Shadowcat shook her head. "I just don't get it. Your mom? How is this possible?"
Nightcrawler smiled. "Well Kitty, I'm a bit embarrassed to have to tell you this, but when a man and a woman fall in love—"
"Kurt!"
Nightcrawler laughed out right. The X-men were in a scrap yard, investigating a strange mutant signal that Cerebro hadn't managed to identify properly.
Wolverine sniffed. "I don't like it Charles. It ain't like nothin' I ever smelled before. It just ain't natural."
Professor Xavier nodded from his wheelchair. "I know Wolverine, I'm getting very irregular readings from this place. I can't help this feeling of . . . terror. Something isn't right."
Storm closed her eyes. "It is worse than that Charles. The very balances of nature are seething. A storm out of even my control seems to be just on the horizon. I fear that when it reaches us it will be far worse than any monsoon or tornado. I feel as if all that should be isn't, and all that shouldn't be is."
Spyke shivered. "I don't like this auntie-O, you never get this worried."
Rogue folded her arms over her chest. "If it's that bad, why don't we all just leave? I mean, why would it want to chase us?"
The Professor shook his head. "It's not that simple my child. Something this terrible would have no need to chase. I believe that when it arrives it will be around every corner. There will be nowhere to run."
Jean Grey closed her eyes. "You mean it'll have the whole world at its mercy?"
Cyclops gritted his teeth. "Not if we stop it."
Nightcrawler shuffled in the dirt. "Hey, what's that?" He asked.
Shadowcat perked up. "What?"
Nightcrawler held up a piece of cloak that had fallen to the ground. Wolverine snatched it up and inhaled deeply.
"I know that scent."
Charles wheeled closer. "What is it my friend?"
Wolverine closed his fist over the fabric.
"Mesmero."
Mystique stood with her back to the wall of the Bayville Bank. Her face was stained with tears.
"If only I had been honest with him to begin with."
A deep, chilling voice rang out. "You lie to him still."
"I had to." Said Mystique, oblivious to the strangeness of the voice.
"You tell him the Rogue is his cousin, yet you were an only child Raven."
"I know, but I couldn't put too much on him at once."
"When will you tell him?"
Mystique's eyes suddenly widened as she realized that she didn't know this voice.
"Magneto?" She asked shakily.
"No."
"Who are you?"
"I am the end of all."
"Who?"
"I am……… Apocalypse."