Disclaimer: I've been allowed back into the kitchen, considering I can no longer control fire, but right now I think I'm going to see if I can hack into the lawyers' databases and get my certificate that way…

A/N: All I can say is that trying to balance work, reading, and writing is hard, but I really do appreciate everyone who has stuck with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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'blah…' -telepathy/what people say mentally

Chapter 46: Lucas vs. the Horseman of War

General Hallways, Asteroid Evolution, Orbit of the Moon, Milky Way Galaxy- May 16, 10:55 PM

Remy and Rogue had just finished getting the necessary supplies out of the infirmary when Rogue stopped Remy, doubts clouding her mind.

"Remy?" Rogue asked as she stared into the man's eyes her own reflecting the amount of emotions running through her at that moment.

"Wha's wrong, chére?" Remy asked, lifting a gloved hand to her cheek, cupping it as he watched her eyes fill with continuous emotion.

"It's just…. just that… what if what Kitty and Lance said 'bout meh wasn't true? What if Ah can' really touch? Wha' if…" Rogue rambled for what seemed like eternity until she felt Remy's lips touch her own. Forgetting all about what she had been about to say she wrapped her arms around Remy's neck and kissed him back. Both were unaware of the small cyclone of wind and water that was surrounding them and both were unaware that they were being watched.

"Tha's them, right?" asked a male, who looked to be in his late twenties with shoulder-length dark blond hair and black eyes, complete with a small goatee. His eyes darted around, taking in his surroundings and his hands began to glow with light purple energy. His eyes finally landed on his companion, who was looking like he'd rather be dead than alive.

"Oh yeah, that's them. I'd recognize that ass-Cajun's scent anywhere," came a snarled reply from his companion, who stepped out of the shadows to be revealed as a very alive looking Sabretooth.

Lucas Haller, or as he liked to be called Legion, shrugged and quickly adjusted his black vest, which was part of his uniform. His uniform consisted of black leather pants, a black muscle tank, a black, long-sleeved vest with a few silver chains hanging from it and from his pants, black boots, and gloves. The final touch to his uniform was a silver medallion with a serpent in a dragon's mouth, something he felt told people who he was and how he was going to get revenge on his father, Xavier, who'd abandoned both he and his mother and didn't contact them again for nineteen years, with the more powerful dragon swallowing the cunning snake.

"So, now tha' we know it's them what do we do?" Lucas asked, his hands once more resuming their light purple glow, signaling he was ready to attack.

Sabretooth shrugged and examined his claws, lengthening them a bit. Lucas looked at Sabretooth with a bored look on his face.

"Must ye do tha', ye big pussy cat?" Lucas shook his head in despair and resumed watching the southern couple, who were still lip-locked.

Sabretooth ignored the obvious jab at his new powers and chose to glare at the younger mutant. "Does it really matter what I do? Shouldn't you be concentrated on doing your job according to Master Apocalypse's instructions?"

Lucas rolled his eyes at Sabretooth's words but did pause to think for a moment. Was it really worth being Apocalypse's Horseman of Famine when the once dead mutant who was behind him was brought back to life and promised revenge on Avalanche for killing him in the first place if he became the Horseman of War? This was something that Sabretooth had agreed to instantly; that is, so long as he obeyed Apocalypse without hesitation. Lucas, on the other hand, had been alive from the get-go, and therefore had to choose between becoming stronger and being able to have his revenge on his father for abandoning his family or try and patch things up and make his mother proud. He had, of course, been a power-hungry bastard and chosen the first option, only to find out a minute later that he was second choice; that is, Raven's bitch-of-an adopted daughter had been first choice and had escaped attempts to become said Horseman, so he was the next best thing. Of course, this all led to him having second doubts, which felt strange… almost as if something was telling him that he had chosen the wrong path to follow. Ah, who cared, so long as he had the power he needed, true?

Lucas shook his head to clear his mind of stray thoughts and focused once more on the scene before him, only to blink in surprise when he saw that no one was there…

"Wha' the fuckin' hell?!" Lucas cursed angrily, his hands glowing an even brighter shade of light purple and he threw his hands in the air above him, letting loose all control over his telekinesis. Lucas was too focused on releasing his rage, and therefore failed to notice that his telekinesis caused Sabretooth to be lifted in the air and flung down the length of the hallway and into a steel door.

"Damn it Legion what the hell was that for?!" Sabretooth growled as he got to his feet and ran the length of the hallway, planning on ramming into the telepath and sending him flying a good fifty feet. Lucas feigned fear on seeing Sabretooth running towards him, and just before the large cat was going to hit him, he took to the air and watched with smug satisfaction as the feral mutant rammed into the steel door of the infirmary, subsequently getting his head caught in the door.

"Nae reason, laddie." Lucas smirked as he watched Sabretooth desperately try and get his head free, muffled curses making their way through the steel door. "Except tae see ye suffer; tha's all." Lucas smiled and floated off down the hall, whistling as he went, extremely pleased with being the cause of Sabretooth's misery. Now, to go and await Master Apocalypse's next round of orders, and carry them out without having to hear that annoying thing that had been labeled for years as a conscience…