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Okay, so if you want the explanation of the big long absence, here it is. First in the Fall, I was to be one of the leads in the school play and some girl whined about her part and stole my part. So I spent October and November fighting over this play and I was so angry all the time. Also in November, the computer started to go a little whacky, but it still operated decently. Near the middle of December it started to go completely stupid, so I started to lay off. Christmas break my cousin was over and he took a peek. New Year's Eve (Or New Year's Day, depending on how you want to look at it) the computer seemed perfectly fine so I did quite a bit of writing. Next morning my cousin had to leave so he left instructions. My brother tried to follow them but the computer just stopped working. Basically, you turn it on and all you get is the background. No icons, no task bar, nothing. My mom didn't take the computer to be fixed until the start of March. Now, obviously I didn't go all this time without a computer. I was borrowing my brother's and eventually Centri's dad got a new laptop and let me borrow his old one. I could have continued my stories, but I'm the kind of person that can't stand writing the same thing twice, so I never did cause I was too ticked off. Anyways, for a while I thought the computer was going to get wiped. Luckily, it didn't, it's back, I'm happy. Here's the next chapter. :)

Another Prophecy

Stryfe took a step, back preparing himself for Death's attack. He couldn't read her mind because her mental shields were so strong. He took a fighting stance and watched as his red cape glowed pink as she charged it.

She whipped it at him, letting go so that the momentum made it fly towards Stryfe. He jumped back, but it exploded at the same time he jumped. The edges of his uniform was singed. When the room cleared, the first thing Stryfe noted was the fact, Death was nowhere to be seen.

He scanned the room, not finding her anywhere. Then he felt his skin turn cold. He turned to see Death standing behind him, with her hand pressed against his back as she slowly froze him.

Stryfe was confused. "How?" Was all he was able to slip out. There was no way she could move that fast. He would have seen a blur at least, and if she teleported, she would have made that BAMF noise.

Death smirked as she looked up at him. "Invisible."

Stryfe turned his neck back so he was looking straight ahead. "I see." He realized then that he could possibly die. She could freeze him to death. I'm not done yet!

Stryfe forced his stiff, cold muscles to move. He rotated his upper body, catching Death off guard. His foot managed to get Death in her ribs. She went flying across the room, but before she hit the wall, she turned herself so that her feet hit first. She stayed crouched against the wall, looking at him.

Finally. Maybe I can get a bit of a challenge. She smirked. "Cold? Let me cool you off!" She shot a stream of fire at Stryfe, who was able to dodge it, although he was still partly frozen.

Death smiled. "So you dodged. What will you do now, charge at me? Use telekinetic's? No, I'm far too wise for that."

She jumped off the wall but in mid-air she teleported away. Stryfe cringed when he heard the BAMF noise come from behind him.

They stood still for a second, Stryfe trying to think of something she wouldn't expect, and Death waiting for his next move. "What will Stryfe do next?" Death mocked him. "Perhaps he'll try to kick me, or aim a punch at my face?"

Stryfe tried to hold in his rage. He knew Death wanted him to get mad, because her words were hitting all the right places, and she seemed to know it too.

Two can play at that game. Stryfe turned to face her. "Maybe. I don't know. What will my next move be? Why not read my mind and find out?" He smirked. "But you can't because of my mental blocks. No possible way to read my thoughts, and I know it bothers you greatly. And you know I'm right."

Death smirked. "For once, you are right Stryfe. But, I have other ways to read your mind. Let me remind you how." She raised a single hand and pressed it against the bare skin on his neck.

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Irene smiled slightly, ignoring the outburst Kurt had had only seconds ago. "Kurt, dear, how have you been?" She asked pleasantly.

Kurt sat down, trying his hardest not to growl in anger. "I think me and mien schwester were better off before visiting you." He said, his eyes emotionless for once.

Irene's face turned grave. "Yes, well, I wish we had been meeting under different circumstances."

Kurt again held no facial expression. "There were no circumstances."

Mystique cut in. "But you came for a reason didn't you, Destiny?"

Irene nodded. "Yes, I have a prophecy. One that might help you with your dilemma involving the Horsemen."

Magneto nodded. "Well, let's hear it then."

Irene paused for a minute before telling them: "There will be four with the despairing feelings of starvation, disease, hostility and extinction. Before the end they will use methods under heard of ways to recruit others to their cause. Those who join their cause will not realize it. Many will be lost forever and no person or mutant can save the World in it's darkest hour."

There was silence for a minute after Irene spoke, broken only by Jubilee. "Huh?"

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After holding on for a few seconds, Death sent a kick to Stryfe's stomach. He went soaring away from her and hit the opposite wall. She lowered her hands and looked across the room at Stryfe, who was nothing but a motionless heap.

Death put her hands on hips and rolled her eyes looking at the ceiling. "That was far too easy."

She lowered her gaze but was somewhat surprised when she realized Stryfe was standing practically in front of her. He gripped her neck in a desperate act to choke her. Death was surprised she hadn't noticed him moving. He tricked me! But she couldn't help but laugh at him.

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Kitty rolled her eyes and looked at Jubilee. "Duh! That's the prophecy."

Jubilee shook her head. "I'm no idiot. I know that's the prophecy. I'm just saying I don't get it."

Wanda seemed in deep thought. "Did anyone get it?"

Everyone seemed to be thinking about it, contemplating looks on their faces. Danielle looked at Irene. "Do you think you could repeat it?"

Irene had a smile on her face as she shook her head. "I know it's a little confusing, but I do believe you will understand it when the time comes."

Betsy rolled her eyes. "Why not, just tell us the meaning?"

Irene was still smiling and shaking her head. "Trust me. You just have to think about it for a while. Eventually, it'll all make sense."

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Death moved her hands up around Stryfe's hands which were holding her neck a little too tightly. She glared at him. From the corner of her eye, she could see the other three horsemen start to move closer, as if debating whether or not to help her.

Death growled at them as she coughed out. "Don't come any closer! He's mine to finish!"

Death turned her gaze to Stryfe before smirking and phasing through his hands. She landed on the floor on her hip. She placed her palms flat on the ground and lifted her feet off the ground, kicking him in the stomach.

As he went flying back, she jumped up and teleported away. She reappeared a couple of feet behind him. When he reached her, she raised a foot and kicked him up into the air.

As Stryfe was flying up towards the ceiling, Death teleported away again, ending up higher in the air. Again when Stryfe approached, she clasped two hands behind her back, and when he was close, she swung them up and over her head, so he went flying back towards the ground.

Death smiled and flew at super speed past Stryfe, who couldn't find the strength to stop his fall. Death stood on the floor with one arm raised, palm open. Stryfe then landed on her hand, his back arching as she held him up with her one hand. For a split second she could swear she heard something in his back break.

Stryfe gasped in pain, as his back arched painfully at the angle he was at. Death held him there for a few seconds before tossing him to the ground a couple of feet away. Death calmly and ever so slowly walked towards him. She looked down at him with distain. She used one foot to roll him over. She saw his eyes squeeze shut in pain. She watched as he grabbed his sides in pain.

She made a small tsking noise. "Poor Stryfe. Can't handle a little bit of pain." She mocked as she bent her knees, hands resting on her knees as she lectured him. "But, he could have prevented this, if he had only listened to Death. Had he listened, he would have realized he doesn't stand a chance in a fight against her. And if he had found a way to beat her, War, Pestilence, and Famine would have finished him off. He wouldn't be in this state, if he had just let Death stay in charge." Death stood up straight and glared down at him. "Now I'll finish you off for good. And this time, I'll make sure you don't survive."

She bent back over and using one hand, she picked Stryfe off the ground by the neck, she stood up to her full height, holding Stryfe a few inches off the ground. She smirked as she gripped harder, cutting off his oxygen supply, while at the same time, crushing his neck. She watched as the blood poured from his neck under her hold. She wondered what would kill him first. The broken neck, or the choking?

Her eyes flashed as she realized someone was standing behind her. They widened in surprise before closing to the normal coldless look. "Apocalypse."

Apocalypse skipped introductions and got straight to the point. "Death? What are you doing? Release Stryfe at once!"

Death shook her head once. "I'm afraid I can't do that. I'm going to dispose of this insect once and for all." She grit her teeth together and squeezed harder.

Stryfe scratched at her hands to no avail. That was when he saw her eyes flash from red to green. He managed to gasp out. "Rogue!" In that moment the grip loosened and Stryfe fell to the ground, coughing and grasping at him bloody neck.

Death stared down at Stryfe with a glazed expression before she spun around, her red eyes glaring daggers at Apocalypse. "Look what you did!" She screamed, fist flying behind her head, and forward again, aiming right for his fist.

Apocalypse raised his hand and caught her fist, gripping it. Death gasped as he tightened his grip on it. "How dare you disobey me!" He hissed, his voice filled with so much fury, it was if he was putting all the anger he had felt in his life into those five words. His eyes were glaring at Death. "You can't possibly go against me anyways! I would crush you!" He yelled, his iron fist crushing Death's hand until all her bones were shattered.

"But I am Death!" She yelled, her scream of pain mingling with the words. "I can defeat anyone!" She raised her other hand to punch him.

Apocalypse swatted her arm away as if it were a fly. "Not me!" He yelled back, eyes burning with rage. "Now I am Apocalypse and you will obey me!"

Death looked up at him, shaking. She looked ready to argue, but she couldn't. She bit down on her tongue until she tasted the tangy bitterness of blood.

Stryfe slowly stood, shaking, although he wasn't sure if it was weakness after the fight and near death, or out of fear. He'd never seen Apocalypse this angry. "Master?" He asked cautiously.

Apocalypse didn't rip his gaze from Death. He ignored Stryfe and addressed Death again. "Now you'll sit in your cage until I let you out." He grabbed her arm and lifted her off the ground with ease. He then swing her around and she went flying across the room. She slammed into the back of the cage, and fell to the ground. She was on her feet within seconds and was racing across the cage, but before she could get out, the door slammed locked in her face. She screamed in fury as she sent jets of fire, ice, cherry bombs, whatever she could at the bars of the cage, but everything just bounced right back into her. She took the blast full on and hit the other side of the cage again. This time when she fell to the floor, she did not get up. She just laid, unmoving.

Apocalypse stared at Death's unmoving figure before turning and facing Stryfe. "Erase this incident from her mind. I do not want this to happen again. Ever! And don't let her out of the cage until I say so!"

Stryfe nodded and hurried across the room. Apocalypse turned to the other horsemen. "Back to work!" They turned and went back to their training, but not before giving his back a short, defiant look.

Once Apocalypse had left the room, Death lifted her head, glaring across at the room. Stryfe had stopped halfway to her cage to say something to the other horsemen. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as she stared at Stryfe, wishing for his death. This isn't over. She repeated it over and over again in her head. You'll be the first to go. You and Apocalypse.

AN: Again sorry for being gone forever! I swear I still love you all!!