Okay, given the nature of Ally's species in this series, you all probably might have seen this coming. The only question was what movie. Well, given that there's been really high stakes in all of these events so far, I say we continue that trend and use the movie with the highest stakes I can think of that I can make work. Therefore, I choose X-Men: Apocalypse.
In the year 3600 BCE, the Nile Valley was alit with activity as a large group moved towards the central Great Pyramid with a large slab.
"En Sabbah Nur," all of the Egyptians chanted. "En Sabbah Nur. En Sabbah Nur."
As the worshippers chanted and bowed, several Egyptian servants carried a large boat-like platform where a lone figure in golden garbs and a large golden mask on his face was resting on top.
Upon entering the pyramid, several worshippers gathered around two large slabs where the golden garbed figure and his four generals, War, Death, Famine and Pestillence entered and removed their masks from their heads.
The four generals, or let's call them Horsemen, removed their leaders mask, revealing an ancient and decrepit old man with dark blue skin and a black headpiece, who sighed as he stepped down.
Death stepped up to one of the twin slabs where a young man was resting and ran her blade down his stomach, which instantly healed itself, leaving behind a pale scar.
"Now you will rule for all eternity, My Lord," she said in Egyptian.
En Sabbah Nur nodded and then laid down on the second slab next to the young man and closed his eyes as Death stepped up to the young man and then smirked.
"Sleep," she ordered, prompting him to fall asleep as well. "Let the transference begin."
The Egyptian priest in the center of the room gave out a wicked chant as the servants outside removed the four flags from the top of the pyramid, revealing the golden tip to the sun. As the sunlight shone down on it, the ancient runes at the tip began to glow brightly, sending golden lines traveling down throughout the pyramid. When it reached the two slabs, golden liquid began to form at the base of En Sabbah Nur's slab, which began to rise in the air as his four lieutenants began to chant and the mutant himself began to glow purple.
Then, once En Sabbah Nur's slab began to descend back down, the liquid shot in in straight lines to the other slab
Outside however, some of the servants began to nod to each other and gave out certain hand signals. Then, when ready, they all signaled each other and two guards removed the blue tapestry from one of the walls and two others brought two mallets to the wooden supports on either side, breaking them and sending two large stone slabs sliding down into the pyramid, breaking through the support beams there as well and cutting off an exit.
Inside, the two guards shouted out and brought their mallets against the main entrance's supports as well, barrelling through all the pyramid's supports and sending all the Egyptian servants into a panic.
The Four Horsemen then took notice and War shouted out and slapped his hands together, sending a pulse out that reduced the two guards to nothing more than skeletons.
"Damn to the false god!"
Famine then lifted her arms up, sending several streams of fire rising from the pires by either slab and sent them out to incinerate all the guards that dare come near her master.
However, as the stone slabs underneath continued destroying the pyramid's underground supports, the entire pyramid began to collapse and all the servants outside ran away in a panic. Inside, the Horsemen scrambled as well.
"Protect him!" Death ordered as the ritual began to finish as the purple energy began to surround the young man.
As a giant stone slab began to collpase, Pestilence rushed in and held it up with his superhuman strength, roaring out in an effort before tossing it aside. At last, the ritual completed and the young man gained all the features of En Sabbah Nur, albeit younger, as his original body decayed into dust.
One guard shouted out, brandishing two knives as he leaped down to stab his knives into the mutant's heart. Death, however, caught him in her telekinetic grip and twisted and bended his body into inhuman shapes and sent his carcass to the wall.
Finally, the two stone slabs fell out of the slopes and then wrecked through the pyramid's central support beam and the entire pyramid collapsed into the ground.
War, Famine and Pestilence screamed out as he was crushed by a giant rock.
As they collapsed further into the earth, Death floated close by the slabs and used her telekinesis to fit the armor from her old master's original body to his new vessel just before they hit the bottom and she shouted out as she landed in a heap. Death finally used the last of her strength to generate a white forcefield around her master's slab, protecting him from the collapsing rubble that formed a shell around it before she closed her eyes and was finally buried underneath the rubble.
"As everyone knows, the existence of mutants was first discovered during the Paris Peace Accords in 1973," a teacher said, presenting a slideshow to her class. "Six years later, we all watched as one of those mutants, Erik Lehnsherr, attacked the president on the lawn of the White House. Their lives were saved by a young blue-skinned mutant, who stopped them. Now, Lehnsherr escaped and became the world's most wanted fugitive. Now, as for her, she has disappeared as well. But she has become the symbol of a new age. The face of a world that will never be the same again."
It was Ohio in the year 1983, a young teenage boy, Scott Summers, began to groan and squint his eyes sharply, struggling to focus on the lesson. One of his classmates noticed his sharp squinting and her boyfriend Sam also saw this and glared at Scott sharply.
"You winking at my girl?" he asked.
"Your girl?" Scott asked. "I guess you do look old enough to be her father."
"Excuse me, gentlemen, is there something you'd like to be sharing with the rest of the class?" the teacher asked.
"Can I please go to the bathroom?" Scott asked. "I think there's something seriously wrong with my eyes."
"Fine, Scott. And afterwards, why don't you go to the principal's office and explain to him why you're disrupting the class again? I trust you know the way."
Scott got up from his seat with a nod. "Yeah, I do."
The bell then suddenly rang, signaling the end of the class and all the students got up from their seats, only to be stopped by the teacher.
Scott, winced as he couldn't stop squinting his eyes and rushed to the bathroom.
Back in class, Sam grunted out as he got up from his seat and followed after Scott, who entered the bathroom as he looked in the mirror and could only stare as his eyes began to glow red.
"Summers!" Sam shouted, bursting into the bathroom as Scott suddenly rushed into a stall. "I know you're in here."
Scott put his hands over his eyes, getting into a fetal position on the toilet as Sam stared over the door of the stall.
"What, are you crying? I haven't even kicked your ass yet."
Sam began to pull at the door in a futile attempt to pry it open as Scott doubled over at the sheer pain in his eyes.
"Summers! You want to eye at my girl?!"
Sam began to rapidly punch and bang at the door as Scott finally reached a climax and shouted out as twin lasres shot from his eyes, blasting the door open and Sam hit the urinal behind him, slumping down as Scott looked up with a shout of pain as the lasers blasted up the wall and across the ceiling, sending debris falling everywhere before Scott finally opened his eyes again.
Sam wordlessly stared as he saw Scott in a fetal position with his eyes closed, rocking back and forth on the toilet.
Ally shouted out as she spiraled and fell through her respective dimensional portal before she spotted the opening at the bottom and braced herself before she finally landed in a graceful somersault before getting back onto her feet and dusted herself off.
Seeing the civilians around her and looking around at the town she landed in, she quickly pressed her watch and changed back to her civilian attire and walked off.
"Okay, get yourself together, Ally," she said to herself. "Your brother's gone insane again and you and all your friends have been scattered throughout the multiverse. No big deal. The Protectors are sure to come after you once they know where you are... where am I, exactly?"
Ally looked to a sign to see everything was in German and she sighed and shook her head, before out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a limousine rolling up and a woman in a purple dress walked out and she looked surprisingly like...
"Scarlett? No, it can't be. Scarlett would never wear anything but red. She sure looks like her though."
Thinking quickly, Ally walked up to the woman, much to her surprise as she walked up.
"Um, hi," she said. "Speak English?"
"Perfectly, she said as she walked up. Who are you, kid?"
"Allison Levin. My friends call me Ally, and..."
The woman quickly took Ally's hand and led her into the building they were in front of, walking through the halls.
"First question. Are you a mutant?"
"Technically, where I'm from, we're called Osmosians. But I guess so," Ally said as she reached out to the wall and absorbed it's material onto her hand before she instantly dissolved it, showcasing her powers.
"I'm Raven Darkholme. Where are you from, Allison?"
"Okay, this is going to sound really weird, but I'm from another universe and I was sent here through a dimensional portal."
"You're right. It is weird, but I don't see why you would have any reason to lie," Raven said. "But anyway, I'm here on a very important mission."
"Maybe I can help you."
"Well, I guess anyone willing to help mutants is an ally worth having."
Their target was actually a steel cage fighting arena where a large blob-like mutant just fell unconscious at the hands of a tough-looking mutant with angel wings, who shouted out and cheered to the crowd.
"Ten fights waged, ten fights won!" the announcer shouted in German. "The Winged Warroir, the Bird of Prey, the Angel of Death: ANGEL!"
Angel shouted out as he played it up for the crowd, scratching his tenth mark into the wooden floor with the claw at the tip of his wing.
"Let's hear it for the fat man."
Raven and Ally moved into the arena and Ally smirked and whistled, seeing the Blob get carried away on a stretcher.
"I'm a champion kickboxer myself," Ally said. "I could deal with this."
"We're here to rescue someone, not fight them."
"Our next challenger comes straight from the Munich circus!"
As a woman held up a sign signalling the eleventh fight, two men wheeled a large chest into the arena.
"The only one that could take on an Angel is the Devil himself! I give you, the amazing, the fantastic... NIGHTCRAWLER!"
The chest was unlatched and opened to reveal a young mutant with a red shirt and blue pants with scaly blue skin, slitted eyes and a large devil-like tail who came tumbling into the arena and looked around, scared and confused, drawing the attention to the two female mutants above.
The doors to the arena closed and Angel swiped at Nightcrawler, who suddenl yteleported away in several puffs of blue smoke, trying to escape, but the cage electrocuted him everywhere he teleported to and he fell to the ground, twitching wildly.
"Caution. High voltage. Sorry, mutants."
Raven and Ally took a look around the arena to see tons of voltage towers generating tons of electricity and nodded, wading through the crowd.
Angel swooped down to attack and Nightcrawler did a front flip over him and teleported onto a wooden beam above. Angel flew up to him and Nightcrawler used his obviously-circus trained gymnastics to wrap his tail around the beam and flipped under it to avoid Angel's strike and teleported away again.
Raven and Ally walked up to the controls to the cage, which was guarded by an armed bouncer, who stopped them.
"Excuse me, you get lost, little mouse? Fight's over there."
The fight continued as normal with Angel swiping and striking and Nightcrawler teleporting away and all it did was piss Angel off.
"Fight!" the winged mutant ordered. "Or they'll kill us both!"
He gestured to the armed men outside the arena, who all cocked their guns.
"And it's about to get exciting."
"Ah, you mean this?" Raven asked, sensually stroking the guard. "Ja?"
Ally got the cue and then gave out a wicked uppercut to him, sending him stumbling in his seat and Raven pulled the lever, boosting the voltage on the cage.
Nightcrawler shouted out before he leaped down and teleported behind Angel, wrapping his tail around his neck and teleported to the top and dragged Angel down the wall of the cage, violently electrocuting him before he hit the ground.
As the impressed crowd cheered Nightcrawler's name, Angel looked at his scorched left wing and glared, approaching Nightcrawler.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Nightcrawler desperately apologized.
Suddenly, the voltage overloaded on the cage, sending the entire crowd into a panic as they left.
Angel flew up (with difficulty due to his damaged wing) and removed a section of the wall and flew into the bleachers, avoiding the gunfire from the guards as Nightcrawler looked on, trying to teleport out.
He was confronted by two guards and they were instantly dealt with by Raven and Ally, who swiftly knocked them out with their own weapons and met up with him.
"Come on!" Ally said, taking Nightcrawler's hand as Raven grabbed his other hand and he teleported them all outside. They were also grabbed by another guard, who was also teleported, but Ally knocked him out with a roundhouse kick to the face. Raven then took off his coat and gave it to Nightcrawler.
Soon, the other guards came out and Raven swiftly used her powers to change into the guard she impersonated and directed them to a random direction and she swiftly morphed back.
"Whoa, that's your power?" Ally asked as Raven smiled and nodded. "That is awesome!"
"You can... transform," Nightcrawler said. "You're her. The hero."
"I'm nobody," Raven insisted. "I'm nobody. I'm not a hero. Let's get out of here."
"I agree."
Ally and Raven took Nightcrawler's hands and the trio instantly teleported away.
Elsewhere, in a steel mill in Pruskow, Poland, every employee there was hard at work, including the infamous mutant known as Erik Lehnsherr or Magneto.
The horn blew, signaling the end of the work day and all the employees left the mill, heading home.
"Have a good night, Henryk," a co-worker said in Polish to Erik, who nodded.
"You too, Milosz," Erik said, getting into his car and driving to his secluded home in the woods.
As Erik entered his home and set his things down on the counter, he was suddenly tackled by his new wife, Magda, in a hug, both of them laughing.
"Hi, honey," she said in Polish. "Good day?"
"Better now," Erik smiled. "Where's Nina?"
"Out back. With her friends."
The couple walked outside to see their daughter, Nina, who was laughing as she fed a deer drinking from the water basin.
Later that night, Erik sang to Nina in Polish, tucking her into bed.
"Where did you learn that song, Papa?" Nina asked.
"I learned it from my parents," her father answered. "And they learned it from their parents. And them from theirs. And one day, you'll sing it to your children too."
"What happened to them? To your parents?"
"...They were taken from me when I was a little boy," Erik said, looking at the tattoo of his old prisoner number on his arm before he patted his chest. "But they're still here. Inside. And here."
Erik then opened the locket around his daughter's neck and showed her the picture of his parents with a warm smile on his face.
"With you."
"Is someone going to take you away?"
"Never."
Magda watched with a warm smile on her face as her husband gave their daughter's forhead a kiss goodnight.
Later on, at the Summers' household, Alex Summers, aka Havok, who was visiting home, stood by his younger brother's room with their parents beside them.
"I guess we're more alike than we thought," Alex sighed.
"He won't listen to us," Mrs. Summers said. "He's just, he's being-"
"Scott?"
Later, Alex drove Scott, who had a bandage wrapped around his eyes, to the world famous Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, where they entered.
"Smells pretty old in here," a currently blind Scott said as he walked down the stairs. "Is this a school or a museum?"
"One more. And last one," Alex said as he led his brother down the stairs. "There you go."
As they walked, however, Scott accidentally collided against a young redhead named Jean Grey, knocking all of her books and papers to the floor. However, Jean stuck her hand out and displayed her mutant power: telekinesis. She then summoned all of her books and papers to her hand before they all hit the floor.
"Watch where you're going," Jean said in Scott's head, showing off her additional power of telepathy.
"I can't," Scott thought-spoke.
"Whoa," Alex said. "Who are you talking to?"
"Me," Jean answered.
"I just heard you in my head."
"I'm telepathic. I read minds."
"Well stay out of mine. I don't need some weird girl creeping around in there."
"Don't worry, Scott. There's not much to see," Jean said, walking away.
"Hey, wait. I didn't tell you my name."
"No. You didn't."
"Alex Summers?" a familiar voice said as an old friend walked down the stairs.
"Hank McCoy! Whoa, what happened to the big blue furry you?"
"Uh, I keep him under control now," Hank answered.
"This is my little brother Scott."
"Hey, Scott. I'm Hank McCoy. I'm one of the teachers here."
"Where's the professor?" Alex asked.
Their boss, Professor Charles Xavier, was currently giving a lecture to the students in one of the foyers.
"To break forth bloodily, then the past must be obliterated and a new start made. Let us live fresh without remembrance rather than live forward and backward at the same time," Charles lectured. "Now, what on earth do we think the author meant when he wrote that?"
At that moment, Hank walked in with Alex and Scott and Charles promptly closed his book.
"That's going to be your assignment for tomorrow. Top marks everyone. Class dismissed," he said as the class all left the room. "Alex. It's good to see you."
"Ah, you too, Charles."
"Ah, you look well. It's been awhile."
"It has. Not too bad yourself."
"Thank you."
"This is my brother Scott."
"Hello, Scott. Welcome to the School for the Gifted."
"Yeah, it doesn't exactly feel like a gift," Scott sighed.
"It never does at first."
Outside, Jean scored a perfect bullseye on the archery course as Charles, Hank and Alex led Scott through the schoolgrounds.
"The first step in understanding one's power is learning the extent of it," Charles said, moving his wheelchair forwards. "Only then can we begin the process of teaching you how to control it. If you do decide to stay, I can promise you that by the time you're done here, you'll be able to go back into the world and play a stable and productive part in it. Why don't you take your bandages off and we can take a look at what we're dealing with here? Alex, would you line him up? Face him in the right direction as it were? There's a target just across the water, when you open your eyes, try and hit that?"
Alex then lined his brother up properly as Scott removed the bandages from his eyes, closing them intently.
"You can open your eyes, Scott. There's nothing to be afraid of. It's quite..."
Scott then opened his eyes and the crimson lasers from before instantly shot out of them, tearing across the water before obliterating the target into smithereens and alos bisected the tree vertically as its severed halves fell to the ground.
All of the students, including Jean, backed up in shock as Charles laughed, impressed while Scott reattached his bandages.
"My grandfather planted that tree when he was five years old. I used to swing from the branches of it myself. I think that was probably my favorite tree."
"Does that mean I'm expelled?" Scott asked.
"Oh, on the contrary. You're enrolled."
In Cairo, Egypt, a cloaked figure looked to see a few shady men turning a corner and she immediately set off after them, past a food vendor before she stole into a restaurant and snuck through the kitchen to the backdoor, where a man placed an oriental rug over the dirt-covered ground.
"Do you sell rugs?" she asked in Arabic.
"You're not allowed in this area," the man told her.
"This rug is for sale?"
"I said this-"
But he never finished as the cloaked woman decked him in the throat before pulling his gun from his holster and she smacked the man upside the head with it, knocking him out.
Then, she removed the rug to reveal an opening in the ground, covered by a few loose wooden planks and a stairwell. She removed her cloak and bedlah to reveal herself as CIA agent Moira MacTaggart. She took her flashlight from her satchel and shined a light down into the cavern.
She moved further down to reveal the sanctuary from the destroyed pyramid three thousand years earlier. She took out her camera and snapped a few photos of the pyramid structure and the hieroglyphics in the sanctuary.
Before she put her stuff away, Moira heard some ancient chanting from some cultists around the pyramid, seemingly praying to the ancient gods and she ducked for cover behind a rock.
Unbeknownst to everyone, however, the sun moved perfectly into position where the light shined down over the opening to the cavern and once the sunlight touched the structure, all of the markings on the pyramid began to glow a bright golden color, shocking all the cultists.
Shocked, the cultists continued to chant as, beneath the surface, the linings traveled down all through the rubble of the pyramid and the golden liquid from before traveled up En Sabbah Nur's stone slab, completing the transference and causing the blue-skinned mutant to awaken.
Looking around, confused, En Sabbah Nur looked around his stony prison, gasping for breath before he clutched his hands into fists and the dome around him began to glow purple.
The glow around the pyramid's rubble stopped and Moira stepped back, the cultists chanting in shock as En Sabbah Nur levitated all the rubble around him by expanding Death's dome shield, causing the entire cavern to shake.
Panicked, the cultists all ran away out of the opening as Moira quickly crawled out of the cavern, escaping just as En Sabbah Nur teleported away and a burst of energy burst through the cavern, burying the cultitsts. Thankfully, Moira managed to escape just as she was engulfed by the dust.
Elsewhere, everyone outside, from the vendors in the marketplace, to Raven, Nightcrawler and Ally, and even Erik and his family felt the tremor from underground all across the globe.
Speaking of Erik, as he was working his job at the steel mill factory, the tremor was felt there as well and all of the workers shouted out the earthquake in a panic.
One of the supports on a pulley system broke, causing one worker to lose his grip as he and another employee were carrying a vat of molten steel and the vat broke off, about to crush a worker.
Thinking quickly, Erik shot his hands out and used his magnetic powers, causing the vat to stop falling just as it was about to crush his co-worker to death. Erik, eyes darting all around, looked as he quickly went back to work, thinking the employees paid no mind to what he just did.
"Back to bed, my darling. Please," Charles said, moving his wheelchair through the school's dorm rooms, the students panicking from the worldwide tremor.
"She's doing it again," a student whispered.
"Back to bed please, everyone. Jesse, back to bed please. Come now, spit spot, back to bed. Carrie Anne, come on now. Back to bed."
After all the students went to bed, Charles and Hank stole into Jean's room, the psychokinetic mutant panicking and tossing and turning in her bed.
"Never seen it like this before," Hank said.
"Nor have I," Charles responded, rolling his wheelchair into Jean's bedroom. "Don't let any of the children come this way."
Charles looked to see the painting on the wall start to tear away from Jean's telekinesis.
"Jean," he said.
He started to use his telepathy to see into her dreams and he groaned in apin at seeing the absolutely horrific and apocalyptic visions that flashed through Jean's mind before his eyes.
"JEAN!" he shouted as his student shot awake in her bed.
"I-I saw the end of the world," Jean panted in a cold sweat. "I could feel all this death."
"It was just a dream."
"No, Professor. It felt real."
"I know. Your mind is the most powerful I have ever seen. It can convince itself-"
"No, no. It's not just the mind reading or the telekinesis. It's something else. Some dark power inside. And it's growing. Like a fire. I thought I was getting better."\
"You are. You will. You just have to be patient."
"No, no, no! You don't know what it's like to be afraid to shut your eyes! To be trapped inside your own head."
"Oh, I think I do. It wasn't so long ago that I was plagued by voices myself. All their suffering. All their pain. Their secrets."
"I'm afraid one day I'm gonna hurt someone."
"Lie back."
Jean did as she was told as Charles forced himself off his wheelchair and got onto her bed to sit by her side, grasping her hand.
"Everyone fears that which they do not understand. You will learn to control your powers. And when you do, you'll have nothing to fear."
"Her nightmares are different this time," Charles noted as he and Hank moved to the laboratory beneath the mansion.
"It could account for something I saw when I was in my lab earlier," Hank said. "There was some kind of tremor, like an energy surge. I picked it up on one of my meters."
"You're saying that Jean created it?"
"No, I'm saying something else did. Maybe she was reacting to it, I don't know. But the epicenter was halfway around the world."
"Halfway around the world?"
"I know. That's why I was hoping you could take a look."
"Let's see what we can find," Charles said, opening the large X-shaped door in front of him as he moved forwards and entered his personal supercomputer known as Cerebro, which allowed Charles to access the minds of everyone all around the world.
"Welcome, Professor," Cerebro said.
"Okay, the source came from Cairo," Hank said. "I'll put in the coordinates."
Charles took the headpiece from the console as Hank programmed the coordinates in Cairo as Cerebro flared to life and Charles searched through the millions of minds throughout the city before he found one surprisingly familiar candidate.
"I gotta get out of here," Moira said. "Give them a report."
Charles only smirked slyly at seeing an old friend.
"What, what is it?" Hank asked.
"Something happened here. I can tell them it's real."
"It's her," Charles said.
"Her who?" Hank asked.
"Moira."
"What? Moira MacTaggart?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Give me the details."
"She looks amazing. She's barely aged a day."
"No, I meant what is she doing there? What does the CIA want with this?"
"She's going back to Langley to give them a report. I'm going to go there, see if she knows something about the tremor."
"And you want to go see Moira."
"I want to go check her out. Check out... the situation."
"Hmm. Moira MacTaggart."
"It's like a ghost from the past."
"That was a good thing you did," Magda said as her husband ran around packing everything in the house in a panic. "You saved that man's life."
"That's not the point," Erik said, grabbing her shoulders. "If I'm exposed, we're all exposed."
"This is our home. This is our daughter's home."
"We are her home. I told you who I was the first night I met you. I trusted you then. I need you to trust me now. We can't stay here anymore."
Erik and Magda then gave each other a big kiss before Magda nodded.
"I'll get Nina."
Magda then ran into Nina's room.
"Sweetheart?" she asked, before paling as she found the room to be empty.
Magda then moved the curtains of the window to look outside and then ran back to her husband, who was still packing everything up.
"She's not in her room. And I don't see her out back."
The married couple rushed out of the house and looked around the outskirts.
"Nina!" Erik called.
"Nina!" Magda called as well.
Suddenly, both heard the screeching of nearby birds and they ran into the woods in a hurry.
"Nina!"
Soon, the couple made it to a clearing where Nina was held hostage by a group of Polish officers, who had weapons made of wood trained on them and on their daughter.
"Nina," Erik said, stepping forward and ordering his wife to step back. "Are you alright?"
"She's fine," the lead officer said in Polish.
"Then let her go," Magda ordered.
"We will. We just wanted to have a word."
"You're not wearing your badges," Erik noticed.
"No metal. Some guys at the factory said they saw something today. Something that didn't add up."
"Put your weapons away."
"You've been a good citizen, Henryk. A good neighbor. A good worker. I want to believe that's who you are."
"It is!" Magda shouted.
"But nobody in this town really knows you."
"Yes you do. I am Henryk Gurzsky. Jakob, I've had dinner in your home."
"And you were lying the whole time," Jakob noted. "I brought a killer into my house."
"Is this you?" the lead officer asked, holding up a news article of Magneto's attack on the Capitol. "Are you the one they call Magneto?"
Erik grimly looked to his rear to see Magda solemnly looking on at the scene and she only nodded.
"Take me in," Erik said. "Please. Just let my daughter go."
The officers then nodded and let Nina out of their grip and she walked into her father's arms and he leaned down and hugged her tightly.
"Go with your mother," he ordered as Nina nodded and ran to Magda.
Nina tearfully reached to her father as he moved to the police and they restrained him and tied his hands in rope behind his back.
"Please!" Nina tearfully cried. "Don't leave me! I'm not going to let them take you!"
"Nina," Magda said, consoling her daughter and running a hand through her hair.
Then, loud rustling was heard in the trees as everyone present looked up to see tons of birds swarming around the trees.
"Nina!"
"What's going on?" an officer asked as Erik looked up to the trees in shock, instantly recognizing what was going on.
"She's one of them?"
"Tell her to stop!"
"She can't control it!" Erik shouted. "She's scared of you!"
"I'm not going to let them take you!" Nina cried.
The birds screeched and divebombed the officers, who all ducked out of the way of the birds, the whole scene looking like it was taken right out of a Hitchcock movie.
"Nina! Nina!" Magda shouted, leaning down to her daughter's level and hugging her tightly.
Unfortunately, one of the officers had his bow trained and let it loose in the confusion, the wooden arrow flying outwards and it impaled both mother and daughter through the chests, killing them instantly.
"NOOOO!" Erik shouted as he ran to his family as they fell over, the officers looking in equal shock at what just happened. "No, no. Nina, Nina. No. No, please. Please!"
"What have you done?" the lead officer asked.
Erik only sobbed in absolute despair at losing even more of his loved ones and broke down in tears. "Not my babies. Oh, not my babies."
Erik took the locket from his daughter's neck and clutched his eyes closed in despair, his hand shaking before he let the locket fly in various directions right through the officer's necks, killing all of them instantly.
As the locket flew back into his hand, Erik only closed his eyes tightly and he shouted, shaking his fist to the sky in fury.
"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME!?" he shouted. "Is this what I am?! Is this what I am..."
Erik could only sob and break down softly, clutching the corpses of his family in his arms.
Back in Cairo, En Sabbah Nur walked slowly through the streets, not even coming close to recognizing the now modern state of his old home. He walked into the street, only for a car to stop in front of him and honked, the driver shouting at him in Arabic.
The first mutant only continued his trek, hearing some music playing on a boombox in a vendor's station before he caught a glimpse of a young African woman with black hair in a mohawk move through the streets and noticed she was constantly bumped into.
The girl, Ororo Munroe, grit her teeth, her eyes becoming pure white as she rose her hands and all the sand on the ground kicking up in a cloud before she took advantage of the vendor's confusion and took money from his chest, causing him to shout out as the several of the officers in the area chased after her before cornering her in an alleyway.
"You know what we do to thieves," the officer chuckled. "Pick a hand."
Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your point of view), En Sabbah Nur appeared behind the man and stuck his hand out.
"Enough," he said.
"If you're with her, I suggest you walk away. While you still can. Walk away."
"Who rules this world?" the blue-skinned mutant asked in his native tongue.
"What language is that?"
Then, some more men moved into the alley.
"Clown face, what's the deal? Beat it!"
En Sabbah Nur simply raised his hand and the stone from the adjacent wall shot out in microscopic bits and immediately severed the heads of the three men.
One of the vendor's friends instantly ran off in fear as the vendor saw the blue-skinned mutant's eyes start to glow.
"I'm sorry."
"You can feel it, can't you."
En Sabbah Nur simply used his powers to decay the wall as the vendor walked into it before sealing it along the vendor, killing him instantly with his face sticking out of the wall in a frozen expression of fear.
"Now you feel it."
Ororo simply looked at this mutant, stunned at what he just did as En Sabbah Nur turned to her with a nod.
Charles and Alex moved into the headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency to see Moira.
"So in all these years, you really haven't seen her?" Alex asked. "You never once looked her up? Not even in Cerebro?"
"Alex, what do you take me for. some kind of pervert?" Charles asked with a chuckle. "Yes, I have looked her up. Twice. But not in a long time, alright?"
"How did you leave things with her? Any hard feelings?'
"Not likely," Charles said before using his powers on the agents. "Everyone take a break."
With that, every agent stopped where they stood, absolutely frozen under Charles' mental powers.
"I wiped her mind of all memories of us. The beach, Cuba, my paralyzation, that whole thing. It was so long ago, Alex. Before the world knew about mutants. I felt that was the best thing for her."
"And for you?"
"Didn't really matter what was best for me."
Then, Alex knocked on the door of Moira's office, catching her attention as it opened.
"Moira MacTaggart, hello!" Charles said as Alex closed the door and all the agents outside promptly resumed their work. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Professor-"
"Charles Xavier," Moira said, standing up. "I know exactly who you are."
"You do?"
"Of course I do. I've read all your papers. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Moira smiled, shaking Charles' hand before turning to Alex. "Moira MacTaggart."
"Alex Summers."
"Have a seat. Just throw that on the floor."
Alex took the crate of papers off of the guest chair and took a seat in it.
"It's wonderful to see you again," Charles said. "To meet you again for the first time. You've got a son?"
Indeed, Charles looked upon the pictures on Moira's desk and she nodded curtly to him.
"Yes."
"Do you, um... have a husband?"
"I had a husband. But it's hard to do this job and then come back home for dinner."
"Good, good."
"We all make choices, right?"
"Yes, we do."
"Professor?" Alex interrupted.
"Yes? Oh, right. I was- we were hoping that you would tell us what happened yesterday in Egypt."
"I'm afraid that's classified information," Moira said. "I don't mean to be rude, but... how did you get in here?"
"I have Level Five clearance."
Moira sighed before slamming down some files onto her desk.
"Ever since the world found out about the existence of mutants in 1973, there have been cults that see them as some kind of Second Coming or sign of God. I was tracking one of them. They call themselves Ashir En Sabbah Nur, named after an ancient being they believe to be the world's first."
"The world's first what?" Alex asked.
"The world's first mutant."
"I thought mutants didn't evolve until this century?"
"That's the common theory, yes. But these guys believe that the first mutant was born tens of thousands of years ago. And they believe he will rise again. They've been searching ancient sights all around the world for clues," she said, showing the duo the photos she took at the cult site. "These hieroglyphs describe a specific set of powers greater than any man can possess."
"They think he lived all that time?" Charles asked.
"Yes and no. They believe he had the ability to transfer his consciousness from body to body. And whenever he got close to death, he would just take on a new body. Some of these may have been the bodies of mutants, enabling him to take their powers, amassing various abilities over the years."
"An all-powerful mutant."
"Exactly. And wherever this being was, he always had four principle followers. Disciples. Protectors he would imbue with powers."
"Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse," Alex noted. "He got that one from the Bible."
"Or the Bible got it from him," Moira noted. "And wherever he ruled, eventually, it would end in disaster. Cataclysm. Some kind of... Apocalypse."
"The end of the world," Charles said.
Back in Cairo, Ororo led... let's just call him Apocalypse now, into her home before ushering everyone else out so he could talk with her savior in private.
"I've never seen another mutant in this town," she told him in Arabic. "You speak Egyptian? Arabic? English?"
Apocalypse only looked on sternly as Ororo gestured to a poster of Mystique on the wall.
"Great fighter. She's my hero. I want to be like her. There's some food here if you'd like it. Not much."
Apocalypse kneeled down to the TV to see it playing an episode of Star Trek before slowly reaching his hand out to it, resulting in the screen showing nothing but static.
"What are you doing?" Ororo asked.
"...Learning," Apocalyspe said slowly, using his powers to use all the world's satellite dishes to pick up the information on every single channel broadcasting on the TV. Slowly learning everything he had missed about the world in the thousands of years he'd been buried, mostly picking up on the existence of... "Weapons. Superpowers. The weak... have taken the Earth. For this, I was betrayed. False gods. Idols. No more. I have returned."
Soon, he came across a report of Magneto's attack on the Capitol ten years ago.
"A new tomorrow starts today!" he said.
"Where did you come from?" Ororo asked, cracking open a soda.
"Oh," Apocalypse said, turning to her. "A time from before man lost his way."
"Well, welcome to the 80s."
"This world needs to be... cleansed."
"What?"
"Saved."
"You can't save the world just going around killing people," Ororo inquired, placing her soda down. "There's laws, systems in place for that kind of thing."
"My child, why do you enslave yourself?" Apocalypse asked, drawing forward and cupping Ororo's chin.
"What are you doing?"
"Making you stronger... my goddess."
Ororo then gasped out as Apocalypse began to use his abilities to gift her with great power, her black hair becoming a stark white as the camera panned to the Star Trek episode and then the poster of Mystique.
"You were right," Aphrodite told Apollo on the TV.
"You were right," Apollo said. "The time is past. There is no room for gods."
Elsewhere, Nightcrawler teleported himself, Raven and Ally to an unknown area as Ally groaned and covered her nose.
"Ech," she said. "Brimstone."
"Stay here," Raven told the duo as she walked forward.
"Why can't I go with you?" Nightcrawler asked.
"I told you two, I work alone," Raven said as the trio an underground chamber and Raven nodded as Ally and Nightcrawler stepped back. "Wait here."
"Always good to see your face," the clerk, Caliban, said. "Even if it's not yours."
"Papers and passes for one," Raven said, throwing a rolled up wad of cash down onto the counter.
"Uh-huh," Caliban said, putting the cash into one of his safes behind him. "Where are the lady and the gentleman going, if I may ask?"
"Don't know, don't care," Raven said as Nightcrawler walked off and Ally groaned as she snuck behind him. "The girl and I just saved his life. What he does is up to him. But the girl stays intent on sticking with me since, according to her, she's from another universe and needs help."
"Mystique the mercenary," Caliban said, running his fingers together.
"Don't call me that."
"No matter how much you pretend to be someone else, Caliban knows who you are."
Nightcrawler smiled as he posed for the camera as it flashed and Ally shook her head before crossing her arms for the camera as the picture was taken of her as well.
"If there's anything most knowing about mutants, Caliban knows it. Mystique."
"Why don't you ask your psychics what'll happen to you if you keep pushing me?"
"What'll happen?" another mutant asked, stepping forwards to Raven as Ally took her photos and turned to her with a raised eyebrow.
"Sorry about her," Caliban said. "Psylocke gets a little jealous. Caliban likes you."
"Caliban likes money," Ally countered as she leaned on the counter. "I've seen your kind one too many times. And I've beaten all of them senseless."
"Caliban likes you so much that he wants to give you two free information... about an old friend... from back when you had friends."
"Old friend?" Ally asked. "Raven, what's he talking about?"
"I'm not sure, Ally," Raven said.
"Do you remember... Erik Lensherr?"
Raven's face widened in pure shock.
"My girls got a flash of him in Poland. He left behind a few dead bodies in his wake, including his wife and daughter. Should be in the news, soon enough. But Caliban gives you a little head start."
"We have to get out of here," Ally said, as she turned to Nightcrawler as Raven joined her. "Nightcrawler, how fast are you?"
"How fast?" Nightcrawler asked.
"How far can you cover?" Raven asked.
"Uh, as far as I can see or if I've been there before."
"Come on, Crawler."
"Actually, it's Nightcrawler," the demon mutant said as he followed the girls up the stairs. "And my real name is... Kurt Wagner."
Back in the school, Hank presented Scott with a new pair of glasses.
"The lenses are made of some ruby quartz I had lying around," Hank said. "They should be able to refract your optic beams and keep them contained within their own vector fields. Try them on."
Scott nodded as he took the bandages off his eyes and then slowly put the glasses on.
"Okay. Go ahead."
But just before Scott was about to remove the glasses, Hank some students playing frisbee and gasped.
"Wait, wait, no," he said, turning Scott to another area.
"Now?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, you're good."
"Alright," Scott said as he opened his eyes and then looked to see that his beams weren't firing and that everything now had a red tint because of the ruby glasses. "Whoa. I can see. Thank you. Professor, thank you. You're a genius."
"No. I'm not a professor. I wish."
"Who's that?" Scott asked, looking to see Jean studying underneath a tree.
"I believe you two met. That's Jean Grey. You bumped into her when you arrived."
"That's her?"
"Yeah."
Scott only looked at Jean packing up her things with a lovestruck look on his face and he decided to walk over to her.
"Hey," Scott greeted.
"You can see," Jean said.
"Yeah. It's not as bad as I thought here."
"Freak," a student said as he and some friends walked by.
"Some guys should watch the new kid."
"They're are still scared of me," Scott noticed. "Hey, I have special glasses now."
"They're not scared of you," Jean corrected. "They're scared of me."
"What? Why?"
"You're not the only one who can't fully control their powers."
"Wait, so, last night when the house shook... that was you?"
"Sorry to break it to you, but you're not the biggest freak in this school."
"Well, that's a first."
Inside the mansion, Hank moved past the students going to class, when he looked to see an old friend standing there with Ally and Kurt standing behind her as Ally looked around at the sights with a smile on her face.
"Raven," Hank said, chuckling as Raven stepped forwards. "Wow, uh. I... you're..."
"Not blue?" Raven asked. "Looks like you and I have that in common now."
"No, no, I meant, uh... you're back. Never thought I'd see you here again."
"Yeah, me neither."
"I'm blue," Kurt said, popping in.
"Oh, yeah, right."
"I'm Kurt. Kurt Wagner," Kurt said, shaking Hank's hand.
"Hank, right?" Ally asked as she shook his hand. "Hi, I'm Ally. I'm from another universe."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. I'll explain it fully later, but Raven and I need to speak with your boss Charles Xavier."
"Done," Hank said. "If you're really telling the truth about yourself, Charles will definitely be able to sense it."
Back at Caliban's hideout, the mutant was counting his money when he sensed someone coming in.
"We're closed," he said before looking up to see Ororo, now clad in beautiful armor and a long cape and called herself Storm. "I knew I felt a chill in the air. How'd you get in here?"
"We let ourselves in," Storm said. "We are looking for mutants. Since you know where to find them, we came here."
"Caliban doesn't know you," he said, noticing as Apocalypse stalked up to him.
"We're looking for the strongest," Apocalypse said.
Storm then looked to the side to see Psylocke enter from the other room, brandishing her sword.
"Everything alright?" Psylocke asked.
"I'm fine, Psylocke," Caliban said. "How much money do you have?"
"None."
"Like Caliban said, we are closed, yeah?" Caliban said.
"I need your help, my child," Apocalypse said, taking off his hood as he turned to Psylocke.
"You don't look like Caliban's father. Maybe a little bit up here."
Caliban then opened his drawer and took out his pistol, aiming it right at the first mutant's head, and Apocalypse only focused, eyes clouding up as the gun dissolved into dust, the bullets clattering to the desk.
"You are all my children and you're lost because you follow blind leaders. False gods. Systems of the weak. They've ruined my world while I was gone. No more."
Psylocke grunted out as she unsheathed her katana and brought it to Storm's throat while generating a blade of psychic energy and putting it at Apocalypse's throat, the two saying nothing.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Apocalypse only looked at the glowing pink blade at his throat and smirked slyly.
"I want you to feel the full reach of your power."
Psylocke groaned as she felt her power increase exponentially.
"You've only had a taste of your true strength," Apocalypse said, before turning to a stunned Caliban. "Unlike others who seek to control you... I want to set you free."
Drunk on her new power level, Psylocke smirked to her new leader. "I know the kind of mutants you're looking for. And I know where to find them."
"It's my first time in America," Kurt said, walking with a kid decked in total 80's attire named Jubilee. "I'm very excited to see your culture."
"Well, you're not gonna see it here," Scott said, leaning against a couch. "The only thing American about this place is that it used to be British."
"This is Scott. He's here too," Jubilee introduced.
"And I'm already up for a prison break. What do you say we take this blue guy on a little field trip? I'm sure there's a mall around here somewhere."
"What's a mall?" Kurt asked.
"What's a mall?" Scott asked, walking up to the duo. "Alright, now this is a matter of pride. Civic duty."
"Scott," Jean said, walking up.
"What, Jean? You've been cooped up here for a long time. And the Professor's not even home."
"I'd like to go to the mall," Kurt said. "Try it."
"Alright," Scott said.
"You guys have at it," Ally said from nearby, leaning against a wall. "I'd like to get to know this place some more. Besides, I have business with Charles since he's the leader here. He can tell me what this whole thing is about."
"Sure," Scott told Ally. "Where does he keep his cars?"
Loud rock music played in the rafters as Angel bobbed his head to the music, sitting on a beam and downing the booze in his hand, stretching his wings out before looking at his injured wing with a wince.
Suddenly, he looked down to see Apocalypse, Storm and Psylocke, now dressed in a deep purple leotard and long boots, step out of a portal generated by Apocalypse.
"Verpiss Dich! Or should I say piss off?!" Angel shouted as he tossed the empty bottle down at the trio before he swooped down a lower beam and took another swig of vodka.
"This is the guy?" Storm asked.
"He used to be," Psylocke said. "I didn't know his wings were... let's get out of here. His fighting days are clearly over."
"No, they're not," Apocalypse said.
Angel then flew down to their level and grunted, leaning back a little due to his injured wing.
"What the hell is this?" he asked.
"I want to give you something."
"There's nothing you can give me that I want."
"Yes, there is," Storm corrected.
Apocalypse stuck his hand out and Angel seized where he stood, the bottle of vodka dropping from his hand and shattering against the ground. Angel screamed out as the vertebrae of his wings shot further out of his spine and his wings suddenly fixed their position and suddenly hardened into a powerful metallic alloy, the feathers becoming razor sharp.
"Yes, my son. Yes. Rise, my angel! Rise."
Angel, now Archangel, shot his wings out, four powerful feathers sticking in the wall by him and he chuckled to himself, reveling in his new power as his new master smirked softly.
Raven and Hank walked through the basement laboratory as Hank showed Raven to a new jet in the hanger.
"Wow," she said.
"Hypersonic, blast resistant, stealth technology," Hank said.
"That's impressive. How are you ever gonna get it out of here?"
"Well, that's okay. I built a retractable roof into the basketball court."
"Hank, you're building a warplane down here," Raven said, impressed.
"After what happened in Washington, I thought we were going to come back and start the X-Men like we all used to talk about."
"But Charles wants students, not soldiers."
"And he thinks the best of people. He has hope."
"And you?"
"You know, I think we should just hope for the best. And prepare for the worst. I think the world needs the X-Men. And maybe now that you're back and you brought that girl Ally, you could help me convince him. We could start it together."
"Hank, I'm here about Erik."
"Right. Erik. Yeah. Of course. Of course!"
"I think he might be in some kind of trouble. Real trouble. Well, isn't he always?"
Speaking of Erik, he sadly moved into the steel mill factory with a defeated and somber look on his face as he used his powers to close and lock all the metal doors in the place and stopped all of the machinery where they stood.
His former co-workers all turned to him as he simply stood in place at the entrance.
"Some of you spoke to the police about what you believe you witnessed here yesterday," Erik told everyone, a tear escaping from his eye. "You want to know my powers? To know who I am? See what I can do? I'll show you. Think of the person you love most in your life. Your wife. Mother. Daughter. Now that person will know what it is to lose someone they love. And live with that pain. Forever."
"Henryk, please! Don't do this," a worker said.
"My name isn't Henryk," Erik said sadly. "My name is Magneto."
But just as Erik was about to use his powers to manipulate the machinery to kill everyone in the factory, Apocalypse and his Horsemen appeared behind him in a flash, catching his attention.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Apocalypse stepped forward to Erik, only for him to stop him.
"Stay back. Whoever you are, don't try to stop me from killing these men."
Apocalypse then used his powers and the ground dropped beneath the workers as they all sank into the concrete, kililng them all instantly.
"I'm not here for them. I'm here for you."
Psylocke smirked wickedly as Apocalypse generated a portal and gestured Erik to follow them.
"Come and see."
The group arrived at Erik's old home of Auschwitz, Germany, outside of the concentration camp where Erik's mother was killed.
"This is where your power was born. And this is where your people were slaughtered," Apocalypse said to Erik, who flashed back at the memory of the metal gate rumbling when he was a little boy.
"You shouldn't have brought me here."
"Why? Are you afraid to be here? You can't escape it, Erik."
"Who are you?" Erik growled outwards.
"Elohim. Shen. Ra. Krishna. Yahweh. I have been called many names over many lifetimes. I am born of death. I was there to spark and fan the flame of man's awakening. To spin the wheel of civilization. And when the forest would grow rank and needed clearing for new growth, I was there to set it ablaze."
"Where were you when my father and mother were slaughtered in this place?"
"Asleep. Trapped in darkness. I was not there for you, my son. But I am here now. You don't know your own strength. But I do."
The Horsemen looked on as thunder rumbled overhead.
"Reach down. Feel the metal in the ground. Reach as deep as you can. You will find you have the power to move the very earth itself."
Everyone looked on as Erik reached to the ground and reached down to his very soul and indeed, the ground beneath him began to shake and rumble as memories of all the pain and hardships he had gone through floashed through his mind. He lifted up his hand to see a sphere of minerals and sand pulsing and forming below his hand as it rose.
Apocalypse looked proudly as the buildings around them began to break apart into dust and the dust and debris began to swirl all around Erik as he focused his new power.
"Everything they've built will fall! And from the ashes of their world, we'll build a better one!" Apocalypse announced, his voice echoing with power.
Erik screamed out as all of the buildings around the group dissolved into debris and they all rose into the air, forming a huge storm of minerals over everyone's heads.