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Justice League: House of X
One-Shot
Gotham City Museum
It was nighttime. The Egyptian exposition was for the most silent until something out of the ordinary starts to happen, one of the sarcophagus in the museum starts to move, it shakes left and right and didn't stop until it had fallen to the ground and from the inside of it came out a person, a boy, who looked not older than 15, with grey skin and blue lips, his eyes were pure red and he had no hair on his head, his body was skinny but the lines of his muscles were visible showing that he was fit despite his appearance.
The boy is confused, he looks around and doesn't know a thing about what is going on, then a loud noise starts, with a bad feeling growing inside of him, he grabs the old and worn-out cloak that was inside the sarcophagus and runs away from the place. Either by luck or destiny, the boy reaches the outside without anyone noticing, it starts to rain the moment he reaches the outside so to avoid getting more soaked than he will get he puts the hood of his cloak on and starts to walk with no course.
The boy tries to think but nothing comes out of his mind, why he was there, what was that place, all questions that appeared in his head he had no idea how to answer, he couldn't even imagine a fake answer to them.
Seeing that nothing will come to his mind the boy just continues to walk away, hoping that whatever happens next might be able to give him answers.
Pamela Isley was not having a good week, after being fired from her job at Wayne Enterprises and had the work of her life stolen she tried in a desperate attempt to steal all she could of her research, unfortunately in her attempt, she ended up being doused with her own chemicals, the pros were that it gave her immunity to poison and viruses, and gave her command over all plant life, the cons were that it made her skin turned green, and gave vulnerability to cold and darkness, and right now Gotham was in the middle of winter.
Walking on the streets using a long coat with a hood to cover herself from unwanted eyes, especially those of Batman, Pamela was going back to her apartment at slow paces, while trying to avoid Batman the risk of getting mugged was also high since this was Gotham City, and Pamela learned that all her powers meant nothing if a bullet hits her brains.
In the middle of the sidewalk something bumped into her, Pamela feeling annoyed looks at the responsible who was now on the ground, like her he was looking at her, it was a boy, and his appearance was even more strange than Pamela's own, his skin was gray and for a moment she thought he had blue lipstick on his mouth until she realized it was actually the color of his lips, last but not least were the red eyes that looked like they were penetrating her soul, the kid gets on his feet and looks at Pamela, normally this time, and not for a second does he blink or break eye contact.
Deciding that she had seen enough Pamela passes beside the kid, she takes a last glance at him and notices he was still looking at her without showing any emotion. She was feeling a little nervous about the kid, more when she notices he was following her, Pamela watched enough horror movies to know that sometimes kids could be scarier than adults, and considering this kid looked like a freak due to his skin and eyes she couldn't stop herself from feeling a little vulnerable, even with all her powers.
When enough was enough Pamela stops on her track and turns back to look at the kid, he had a hood on, probably trying to don't draw any attention to him, just like her, and decides to speak. "Have you lost something kid?".
"Memories." The kid replied with a voice that showed nothing and eyes that were calm as the wind.
"I don't think you will find those with me.". Pamela says feeling a little surprised about how straightforward the kid was being, if she lost her memories her nature probably would tell her to not trust anybody.
The kid approach her and sub-consciously Pamela takes a step back, her heartbeats were very fast, when the kid was a few inches away from her he only takes her hand with his own and puts it on his face, Pamela felt warm although still nervous while the kid still showed nothing.
"You are different.". The kid says, this time taking Pamela's hand off his face and intertwining her fingers with his own. "You are like me.".
"Kid… What is your name?" Pamela asks, even though the kid didn't seem to be a threat she wasn't comfortable with him being so close to her.
Pamela didn't realize it, but her question makes something buzz in the boy's head, he grounded his teeth and fell on his knees with both hands on his head, which was painfully hurting him, on his mind were images, images of people bowing to a man, a man with grey skin and red eyes just like him and they all chanted the same thing; En Sabah Nur.
Pamela couldn't imagine or understand, but when the boy was back on his feet, she once again took a step back, finally, the boy looked back at her in the eyes and spoke again. "My name is En Sabah Nur.".
"Okay, look… En Sabah Nur. I don't know what's your deal, but I have my own problems right now." Pamela says trying to dismiss the child, but looking deep into his eyes she starts to see it wouldn't work. "You should go to a shelter or the police, you're clearly lost and confused.".
"Am I?". En Sabah Nur says, tilting his head to the side as he takes one step closer to Pamela. "I look at these people around us and not a single one of them makes me feel I'm among peers. You on the other hand do. Look into my eyes and says the feeling isn't mutual, if you do, then I'll stop my pursuit.".
Pamela couldn't stop herself from narrowing her eyes and grinding her teeth after listening to the boy's words for he was right, his presence although uncomfortable did make her feel among peers like he said, nowadays people like Pamela were marked as Metahumans, after seeing the hate and distrust normal people showed to them Pamela knew she was on her way to receive the same treatment, and right now in front of her was someone that could understand, that would sympathize with her, she thinks she will regret this choice but decides to go ahead with it. "Come, let's get out of the open so we can talk.".
At her apartment, Pamela let En Sabah Nur enter through the door first, like a paranoid claustrophobic he looks around making notes in his head of the place, Pamela wanted to scowl at him but she knew he wasn't doing it because of distrust. Seeing her couch, the boy slowly seats on it, Pamela finds his action strange, as if En Sabah Nur had never seen a couch before.
Pamela sits in front of him and takes off her coat, En Sabah Nur was just there watching, but at no moment does he look away from her eyes, considering the boy was at the age where hormones were running wild all over his body, she finds his self-control impressive, even grow men have trouble looking at her in in the eyes and not her chest, it was somewhat refreshing for the Meta.
"So… you don't remember anything.". Pamela says trying to get something out of the boy if they are going to spend the night under the same roof. "What was the last thing you remember?".
"I woke up in Gotham City Museum. I was inside one of the sarcophagus, and had no memory of who I am, where I was, why I was there." En Sabah Nur says as if it was just another Friday for him, even after year zero Pamela thought that was a weird thing.
"You woke up on a sarcophagus?" Pamela repeats thinking it would sound more credible and less ridiculous if she did, but it didn't work. "Why were you inside a sarcophagus?".
"I don't remember.". En Sabah Nur responds emotionless.
"Yes, of course, you don't.". Pamela says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "How did you manage to remember your name?".
"I don't know." En Sabah Nur says emotionless in voice but not in the eyes, he stops looking at Pamela and looks at the floor, clenching his fists and giving quick breaths. "When you asked me my name I had some flashes, I saw a man, like me he had grey skin, blue lips, no hair, he was an adult, tall and strong and people were chanting his name in awe, again and again, En Sabah Nur, En Sabah Nur.".
Pamela didn't know what to make of this, seeing the boy look distant even when he was right there made her reminds of herself and her childhood, always inside her house looking outside, seeing other kids playing and having fun through her window because her father never allowed her to go outside, she gets up and takes a sit on En Sabah Nur's side making his mind return to the present and look at her eyes again while she gives him a cozy smile.
"Was he your father?" She asks with a soft voice taking his hand with her own and holding him so she could share her understanding.
"I don't know." En Sabah Nur says while looking at their hands holding each other. "I remembered my name talking with you, would I be able to remember everything again if I stay here?".
"*sigh* I don't know.". Pamela says now holding his hands with both of her hands. "I won't lie to you En Sabah Nur, days ahead will be harsh, if you wish to stay with me then know you will bleed and sweat.".
"I wouldn't want any other way." En Sabah Nur says, unknown to Pamela her words just trigged another flash on his mind, this one of hardness, of the same man from before, fighting an entire army by himself on the sands of a desert and didn't stop fighting until he was the only one on his feet, surrounded by sand and blood.
"Very well.". Pamela says with a grin on her lips, for some reason she liked his determined attitude, getting on her feet she goes to her room for a few moments and returns with a towel and a change of clothes, it would probably be too big to fit En Sabah Nur, but until she could buy him clothes it would have to do. "Go take a bath while I make dinner. Tomorrow, you and I will see what the world has to offer.".
On the morning of the next day, Pamela was without words, there she was, on the sidewalk, En Sabah Nur at her side, and both of them were without a cloak, a hat, or anything to cover their faces, Pamela was dressed in a green strapless dress, green skirt and high heels, she looks at En Sabah Nur at her side, wearing a white buttoned shirt, a black jeans pants, and black sneakers, she still couldn't erase the memory of her head from last night, when En Sabah Nur came out of his bath, with a single gesture of his hands the clothes she lent to him started floating in the air and changing their form, and in the span of five seconds her clothes transformed to those En Sabah Nur was wearing now like they were always meant for him to use, fitting like a glove.
"Relax.". En Sabah Nur says calm and composed, noticing the nervous look Pamela had on her face due to the strange stares the people in the street were giving them. "Let them see the faces of those whom they cannot be or surpass.".
The reason they both were showing themselves how they were and looked was because of En Sabah Nur, he said that before he met Pamela, he was alone in an unknown place, and why he was hiding from view, now he is with someone like him who knows where they are, he told her that fear now was unnecessary, unfit for someone like them.
"Aren't you feeling it? The eyes, the judgment, the thoughts on you. It's what those who are too weak to act do when left with no option." En Sabah Nur says looking at her, making Pamela feel like they were both looking at each other's souls. "We who are different from them invoke their hate, their ire, but we are still here, don't hide who you are, show the whole world and let it see that no matter what it does to you, you will stand and do what it's needed.".
Pamela for some reason agreed to En Sabah Nur's words, she wanted them to see her, to judge her, good or bad the fact that she was in their thoughts wondering about her or anything related to her made her feel different, maybe superior, maybe inferior, but alive, like she needs to leave her mark into this world while those who can't do anything against her just watch.
Looking at the people staring at them all their reactions have something in common, no matter what expressions they were making, all of them showed rejection and scorn, even if both of them did nothing wrong, would they do something against them just because of that? Pamela didn't know, but looking at En Sabah Nur it was as if he wanted them to do something against them.
"Are you hungry?" En Sabah Nur asks, following her footsteps and looking at the people who were staring at him, the same as Pamela was doing. "You didn't eat last night while I didn't eat since I woke up.".
"Sorry about that,". Pamela says, ignoring the stares and looking En Sabah Nur in the eyes, she gets on one knee and puts both hands on his shoulders. "Look, En Sabah Nur, the world is a complicated place, you just awoke from a sarcophagus so I don't expect you to understand everything yet, but for example, to eat you need money, to earn money you have to work, and recently I lost my work.".
"You need money to eat?! And what value money will have once the last lake dries and the last plant dies?".
"I always think about the same thing.". Pamela says smiling at the knowledge that she and En Sabah Nur share one common belief.
"Could you give me one of this 'money'? I promise I will give you back immediately.".
Pamela can't imagine what En Sabah Nur was going to do but comply with his wishes, she takes out a one-hundred-dollar bill from her purse and gives it to the boy who looks at the piece of paper with disapproval.
"Resources wasted on a single piece of paper that only has powers because people say so." En Sabah Nur says looking at the hundred-dollar bill and giving it back to Pamela who puts it back in her purse. "Change of plans, let's go to the best and most expensive cloth store in this city, from there we will go to the most famous place to eat.".
Pamela wide her eyes hearing his words, she just explained that she was out of a job and almost out of money, and this boy just tell her that it didn't matter, although that wasn't his exact words. When Pamela was about to protest En Sabah Nur just told her to look into her purse which was for some reason feeling heavier and when she opens it there were at least 99 more bills than before.
Pamela doesn't understand a thing about counterfeiting but once she picked up five different bills out of her purse and take a look at them, she could only think of two options, either these bills were teleported away from someone else's pocket or En Sabah Nur could create real money. Putting the money back in her purse Pamela looks at En Sabah Nur giving his hand for her to take, with a mischievous smile Pamela does so and they both walk towards their next stop, Gotham City's Mall.
Gotham City's Mall
Like in the streets all people were staring at the green-skinned woman and the grey-skinned boy, and like in the streets all the stares were showing rejection, while these people called them Metahumans, En Sabah Nur says Mutants, and Pamela preferred the term he used. When she asked him why he chose the term Mutant he told her that he refused to use a term that has the word human on it.
"Humans are nothing but mere Homo Sapiens. But we… we are something more Pamela, we are the Homo… Superior." En Sabah Nur says with pride despite this new species' name was just made up by him, although Pamela couldn't deny it, she liked the sound of it and the idea she was also one of them.
"Homo Superior… I like it." Pamela says, feeling like she would never be able to compare herself to the average woman again. "You got a talent for names Sabah.".
During their walk, Pamela asked if she could call him by Sabah only, which he accepted. Now they are both walking in the mall looking for the best store for clothes they can find, Pamela had asked En Sabah Nur why he wanted to do this but he said he will tell her only after they are dining in the city's best restaurant, the reason is that she would never understand why he is doing this if he told her before that, he said.
Inside the clothing store, En Sabah Nur was sitting on one of the couches, patiently waiting as Pamela tries all the dresses she wanted, like the outside all the store employees were looking at them with disgust and repulsiveness, the same as outside, but there was something else, Pamela thought it could be jealousy, jealously of her figure, of the freedom she is having despite being a Meta, no, a Mutant, for all she knows it could be even because of the simple fact her existence proves something that goes against their beliefs.
Looking at En Sabah Nur Pamela notices he was observing her, not only her body but her very being, she thinks it could be desire but his stone expression tells her it isn't, it was something else, in the small time they've met Pamela felt that he wanted something from her, she doesn't know what, but she feels the need to accomplish whatever he wanted from her, she thought that maybe she would know when his memories return.
Finally deciding on the dress and other clothes she wanted Pamela looks at herself in the store's mirror, her dress color was a crimson red like her hair. Her back and arms were free, while on her front the dress was being held by a collar or her neck and going down to her feet, having a wide opening space on the chest area and on the sides exposing her well-shaped legs covered by the black stockings she was wearing alongside her new undergarments. (AU: If my description is bad, which I'm sure it is, just imagine her wearing that dress Talia wore in the movie Son of Batman)
"Do you like it?" Pamela asks feeling a little daring and ashamed at the same time for asking that to a probably underage boy, but judging his expression he wasn't moved at all.
"It shows how you are… I guess this isn't the answer you want to hear. I don't know how appearances should be judged, but if you are happy with your choice, it makes me glad, sorry, I guess I'll have to learn more about this." En Sabah Nur says without the tone of certainty in his voice, probably for the first time, if he was a shy person about these things that was a different way to show it, and Pamela liked it, giving him a smile in response.
"What about you?". Pamela asks, wondering why En Sabah Nur hasn't chosen anything yet and instead just looked at her the whole time, Pamela wonders if any of her old dates ever did this for her. "Did you already choose your clothes?".
"As I said, I don't understand this, so I waited for you to be over so you could choose something for me.". En Sabah Nur says not realizing the sparkles in Pamela's eyes and smile.
Unlike herself, Pamela doesn't take long in choosing En Sabah Nur's clothes, a full black tuxedo with a white formal vest underneath it, black social shoes, and a red tie. Pamela wanted him to use a bow tie but since she didn't know which James Bond was En Sabah Nur's favorite she refrained from doing it, hers was Pierce Brosnan. (AU: Which Bond is your favorite? Mine is Sean Connery)
Their clothes cost them a total of 35 thousand dollars but thanks to En Sabah Nur it wouldn't be a problem, Pamela couldn't deny the little feeling of satisfaction she was having, she came to the mall now and then, but this was the first time she came knowing she could enter in the best store and buy what she wanted most, decided she already had enough she goes with En Sabah Nur to the cashier to pay for their clothes. Like before the green beauty notices the stare the woman in the cashier was giving them, something was telling Pamela that all of these angry stares have a different reason, yet she was incapable of telling why.
'Could it be simply because I and Sabah are meta… mutants?'.
After paying the cashier they both leave the store, Pamela was feeling like a member of the high society, either because of the dress or because of the money in her purse that was already replaced, but unlike when she first came into the store, having 10 thousand in the purse appeared to have lost the appeal, but not completely, looking at En Sabah Nur Pamela feels like he knows what she is thinking and feeling but he doesn't speak about it and only looks at her in the eyes.
"Ready to go for dinner now?". En Sabah Nur asks adjusting his tie, he was looking quite handsome in his tuxedo, but Pamela could see that he dislikes wearing it, and was only doing it for her, making her feel somewhat grateful for his sacrifice.
"Almost. Could… could we do something before we go?" Pamela asks afraid of being rejected, but at the same time feeling the need to give in to this impulse.
"Of course." En Sabah Nur says making Pamela smirk at his answer, maybe it was overkill, but if this would be the first, and last time she was gonna feel like a queen, she should go all the way.
La Divinité
La Divinité, a French restaurant considered the best in all of Gotham, there were only two ways for you to eat in this place, you make a reservation or buy someone else's reservation, they always had an excuse ready for the original clients when the second option was used. The concierge of the restaurant was looking at his list awaiting the next clients that were booked to 9:00 PM, he looks at his watch and see it was 9:01 PM meaning that their reservation was now available for sale. When he lowers his hand he sees a Lamborghini Aventador parking in front of the restaurant, the concierge thinks the new reservists have arrived, but what he didn't expect was the more than abnormal appearance they had when he saw them got off the vehicle, a woman with a beautiful figure and a gorgeous red hair in a red dress, and a boy, probably a fifteen-years-old wearing one of the most expensive tuxedos he has ever seen, but for some reason, the woman had green skin and the boy had grey skin and blue lips and when they stopped in front of him he was out of breath, and out of words.
"Hello, there handsome." The woman says with a seductive smile. "Is there a table available for me and my nephew?".
"There is." The concierge says realizing too late that now he gave an opportunity for these people to enter the La Divinité. "But it will cost you a lot.".
Hoping his words would make them leave he soon realizes they had no effect on them when he sees the boy showing no emotion at all and the woman giving him a cocky smile, considering they arrived in a Lamborghini he didn't feed his false beliefs that they couldn't afford it more than necessary for he knew her mind was made.
"Not a problem, we will take it. Put in on the bill when we are done eating." She says giving him a mischievous wink and taking the boy's hand with her own. "Come on Sabah, let's have ourselves a wonderful dinner.".
As they enter the concierge could only think about the penalty his manager would give him for allowing Metahumans to eat at the greatest restaurant in Gotham.
It was a pattern, wherever she goes the stares were on her, and En Sabah Nur, the same hate in those eyes but for different reasons, like her, En Sabah Nur was also looking around, not looking for something specific but Pamela could feel a sense of satisfaction within him, and she felt that when their food arrives, he would tell her why they needed to go through all of this for him to tell her what is on his mind.
"You are finally realizing aren't you." En Sabah Nur says the moment the waiter left them after bringing their food. "All the stares showing hate, but always for a different reason.".
"Yes. I am." Pamela says digging at her food, sighing wondering why.
"As I promise I will tell you why I decided to do what we did today." En Sabah Nu says, and Pamela wonders how someone with no memories had perfect manners at the table, looking at him eating felt like he belonged to royalty, and his change of speech only reinforced that thought. "First let's start with the people on the streets, their hate was a simple one to understand, it was because we are different, simple as that, they are common people, living their lives and realizing that people like us not only exist but are also living their lives like they are and we are doing it among them.".
"I see.". Pamela says taking a bite followed by a sip of her wine. "What about the people in the store?".
"The same hate, a different reason." En Sabah Nur says cleaning his lips with a paper tissue. "They were hating us not only because we are mutants, but because we make them feel they were inferior to us. They hate mutants, then, they see two of the beings they hate enter their place of work and make them serve said mutants, mixed with the hate is the jealousy of having the power to buy and acquire what they probably could not, meaning that they deeply believe that mutants are inferior, and we just shattered that belief.".
"Would they really have a bias against mutants so huge to the point they can't accept us being on a higher social and or economic status?" Pamela asks but feeling she already answered herself in her head whenever she remembers all those stares she was given.
"Yes, they would, which comes to this point where we are right now." En Saban Nur says gesturing to the whole restaurant but doing it discretely, he wasn't afraid of attention Pamela could tell, he just didn't want to stop his explanation because someone with a fragile ego was offended. "The people in this place are the high society, the richest, most powerful, and influential people of Gotham, tell me, why do you think they hate us besides the fact that we are mutants?".
Hearing that question, it clicks in her head, Pamela realizes why En Sabah Nur did all of those things, walking down the streets without hiding from the world, shopping in the mall in the most expensive clothing store, renting a car that she would never imagine herself actually driving, and dining at the most famous and expensive restaurant of Gotham. "Because we proved them wrong.".
"Precisely." En Sabah Nur says with a smile, a genuine one Pamela believes. "Their status, their money, and their influence are nothing, illusions created in their minds that made everyone believe they have real power. A pathetic joke. The fact that mutants are here proves to them that everything they do we can do as well, but everything we can do they can't. This is why I waited until now to tell you, because you needed to see, experience it, and realize it by yourself. Tell me, Pamela, after living like a member of the high society for a day what is your opinion of them?".
"Pathetic.". Pamela says without hesitating. "Pathetic, sad little worms who rely on illusions to fool themselves that they are more than simple beings of no importance. That is why no one did anything against us yet. Because deep inside they know they are nothing and can't do anything.".
Before Pamela believed En Sabah Nur's smile was genuine, but now she was sure it was, he raises his glass of water to her proposing a toast which she accepts. "To mutant kind, the beings who actually have power".
"To mutant kind.".
Later that night Pamela was looking through her window like she did many times during her childhood, but unlike those times she wasn't thinking about what she wished and wanted to do, but what she is going to do, she wanted to change the world to the better, she believes she could and should do it, but meeting with En Sabah Nur changed that, she still wanted to change this world but the methods changed, she was thinking of just going out there controlling every plant there is and cover the entire city, followed by the world, and be done with it, but En Sabah Nur had talked her out of this idea when with a simple touch he turned one of her plants to dust, making a single gesture enough for her to think about the bigger picture.
"Thinking about what I did?" Her roommate says standing next to her and also looking outside.
"Yes.". Pamela says still not completely focused on their talk.
"Want to talk about it?".
"Before I met you, I had this plan of covering the world with plants so humans stop with this ridiculous destruction of nature that will bring them to extinction.".
"And now?".
"Now I know it is futile, there will always be someone or something to oppose me, and this opposition could render my powers obsolete, just like you did." Pamela was now hugging her arms fearing what would happen to her should someone with the power Sabah showed touching her.
"It isn't futile." En Sabah Nur puts his arms around Pamela's waist, looking at her with determination burning in his eyes. "If that is what you want then go ahead, show do world what you are capable of.".
"I don't think my power is enough." Pamela sighs seeing the flames of determination in those red eyes, wishing she had a flame in hers as he has on his.
"Then make them be enough." En Sabah Nur's grip tightens. "We are the future, the evolution, and just like us, our power will evolve, and when it does not only you will control plants, but even the oxygen they provide and the nutrients of the soil, and when you look around, there will be nothing but your creation and the fruits of your labor.".
"What about you?" Pamela gives En Sabah Nur a lusty smile and like him she folds her arms around his waist, pushing him closer, making his face almost touches her voluptuous cleavage. "What plans do you have for the future.".
"Destruction, revolution, rebirth. Chose any word you deem fit." En Sabah Nur's voice was deeper and more serious than ever. "Each generation has cried out for a new world. The old world passes away; together, we shall forge a new one in fire and blood! The future is transformed! I am the instrument to purify the world! the evil of humans must be cut away! You shall help me tear down the old order! Those who oppose me shall perish through my agents of destruction... From the ashes of this world, I will build a better one!".
With each word spoken by En Sabah Nur, Pamela felt the flames of her heart grow hotter, she wanted to devote herself to him and his cause, many men over history spoke about change and betterment, but few were convincing, and even fewer made others made their words truly believable like En Sabah Nur was doing it.
She would help him, on the morrow whatever plan En Sabah Nur had she would see that it would be fulfilled.
Tomorrow though has not come yet, rubbing her thighs against each other while they still had their arms around each other's waist the heat of the flame was now unbearable to Pamela, breaking free of En Sabah Nur's grasp she grabs his hands and pulls him away, as they both walk towards her room Pamela and En Sabah Nur exchange their last words before action was taken.
"I'll devote myself to make sure the future you want to pass comes En Sabah Nur.".
"Then know that for it comes to pass a strong leader must come to the front lines so their enemies know who they are and whom they should fear, and for that En Sabah Nur can't be this leader, but Apocalypse can, because that will be the fate of those who foolishly fight against the inevitability of the future I will bring.".
With their last words exchanged, Pamela closes the door and turns off the lights, hoping that he shows her firsthand what Apocalypse was truly capable of.
Author's note: Thank you for reading. what they did after Poison Ivy turned the lights off, I'll leave it to your imagination so don't ask me, all answers are correct.
This one-shot was supposed to be a series but I already have too many stories not finished, maybe in the future… like 20 years from now on.
The reason I've made Apocalypse a child and have amnesia is that otherwise, he wouldn't be able to spend five minutes without wreaking havoc with his survival of the fittest ideology.
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