Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. I own Julia and Matt.
Knowledge
After the X-Men and Brotherhood finally returned back at the Xavier Institute, and everyone's injuries had been tended to, Xavier held a meeting in the War Room.
"Okay... So we pretty much got squashed by those horsemen. But who would've thought they all had that much power. I mean, it's not like we've ever had to fight them before." John said after Xavier's extra ling monologue.
"Unfortunately, we'll have to fight them again." Scott said in a defeated voice.
"What do you mean?" Kitty asked.
"Well, we didn't exactly turn them back to the way to the way they normally are, did we my dear?" Magneto said from where he stood at the back of the War Room with the Brotherhood around him.
Kitty frowned slightly and turned back to Xavier. "But, we can save them right? I mean, there has to be some kind of way."
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The Horsemen were in their normal training room, when Stryfe walked in. "Death!" He yelled. "I want to speak with you!" He roared.
Death looked at the others and gave them a nod, indicating for them to keep training. She went over to Strfye. "What?" She asked, not too politely.
He grabbed the front of her uniform, glaring at her. "You're sneaky. And very clever. I'll give you that." He smirked. "But I know the game you're playing. It won't work. I have you figured out like the back of my hand."
Death just smirked. "Then perhaps you're slipping a bit. You don't have me figured out, no matter how much you want to believe you do." She managed to pry his hands off her.
Stryfe was smirking. "Oh, but I truly do. And you know I have it figured out. You're not planning to stay loyal to Apocalypse. You're going to betray him, and everyone else. Aren't you?"
Death sighed in exasperation. "Like I said, you're slipping. I don't plan on betraying Apocalypse...at least, not yet. You however, had better watch your back."
Stryfe moved so his face was inches from hers before hissing. "Really?" He grabbed the front of her uniform again and held her above the ground slightly. "You wouldn't dare lay a finger on me! Apocalypse will punish you. You'll be lucky if he only decides to kill you."
Death shook her head. "He wouldn't punish me. I am his favourite, and he only sees you as annoying pest."
Stryfe narrowed his eyes and gave her a small jerk. "Your mind tricks won't work on me." He growled.
Death's face turned from amusement to hatred. "The punishment will be worth the fact that you're dead." She hissed. "And you forgot to take something else into your calculations."
She broke away from him. She jumped back a foot and took a fighting stance. Stryfe copied her. "Oh yah? What is it?" He said in a voice that clearly didn't believe her.
Death looked over at the other horsemen and looked back at Stryfe while smirking. "The other horsemen listen to me. They will do everything I order them to do. Including kill you and turn on Apocalypse."
Stryfe glanced over at the other horsemen briefly to see Death was... right. The three other horsemen were staring at Stryfe defiantly, as though they were agreeing with Death.
Stryfe scowled at Death. "I knew it." He muttered just as Death jumped off the ground, lunging at him.
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Kitty looked at everyone in the War Room. "Well? There's a way isn't there?"
Jubilee was hesitant before jumping in too. "There has to be, I mean, all hope can't be lost... can it?"
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"Traitor!" Stryfe yelled. He moved an arm up, so that he could grab Death when she was close to him.
Death saw him move the arm and realized his plan the moment he began to raise his arm, without using telepathy. Instead of him grabbing her like he originally planned, she phased herself through him, falling onto the floor behind him. Without looking at him, she pushed off the ground with her arms, managing to grab him on either side of his waist with her feet. She flipped herself over onto her back, slamming his head into the floor.
Unfortunately Stryfe, had used his arms so that, his head missed the floor by a millimetre. He rolled out of her grip, as she jumped up, she lunged at him again before he had time to prepare. She grasped his neck, squeezing it, so he choked and he tried to pry her hands off.
He instantly calmed down and it clicked in Death's head what he was doing. Without a moment to spare, she turned her skin into metal as she felt herself lifted off the ground. She suspected something like this would happen. She held him tighter as they both went flying through the air.
At the last second Death spun them around so that Stryfe was the one that hit the wall with his back. They both fell to the ground. The metal disappeared and her regular skin returned as she did a backwards cartwheel away from him.
Stryfe stood up slowly. Death smirked. "Bothers you I use your own powers against you."
Stryfe growled and clenched his hands. "Why doesn't my hexing power work against you?"
Death smirked wider. "Because I use mine to cancel yours out."
Stryfe narrowed his eyes. "Fine! I don't need that power to beat you anyways."
Death took another fighting stance. "Than come and get me!" She challenged.
Stryfe charged at her. Death stood perfectly still. Then when he was within two feet of her, she moved. In the blink of an eye, she had a hand on his shoulder and used him to propel herself up and over him, pushing down hard on him.
He was forced to crouch down, due to her weight and the power she used to push him. However, he used this to his advantage. He placed both hands on the ground and swung his body around, so he could kick her feet out from underneath of her. Death immediately jumped up, not only a foot or two, but up to the ceiling, where she stayed crouched, hanging upside down and looking down at him.
Stryfe glared at her as he stood up to his full height. It took less than half a second for Death to figure out what he was doing. I need to throw something. She smirked. I'll throw myself. SNIKT. She pushed off the ceiling and flew down towards him with super speed. He saw her coming and dodged out of the way and in result she, she was ripped right through the material of his cape, with her bone claws, slicing it clear off his shoulders. Death landed on her shoulders, but didn't think much of it as she rolled onto her feet without stopping.
Stryfe spun around to look at Death, to see her holding the cape in one hand. Stryfe growled deep in his throat. "You think I'm too slow to dodge?"
Death shook her head. "No. I think you're too slow to survive." She used this time to take off her gloves. "I was only using half my strength before." She let the gloves flop to the floor, still gripping his cape. "Now, I'm going all out."
Stryfe stuttered slightly, and began to panic. What? She's only been toying with me. And she still has more power? Death nodded. "Oh yes Stryfe. So much more."
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Xavier looked at Jean. "It would appear we have a visitor." He nodded to Jean and she returned the nod with a look of understanding as she stood up and left the room.
The teenagers exchanged looks. Muttering to themselves about who it could possibly be.
Matt shuffled in his seat slightly. "Apocalypse and his horsemen wouldn't come here, would they?"
Xavier shook his head. "No. He's not one to attack other mutants head on necessarily."
Suddenly the door to the War Room opened. Kurt's eyes went wide. "YOU!"
A/N: Yah, I don't know where the random fight scene idea came from. Well... honestly, I've been planning to have Stryfe and Death fight for a while cause I think it's sort of funny. Sorry if it's too random and out of place or something!