Chapter 89: Meet the Horsemen of Apocalypse

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Chapter 89: Meet the Horsemen of Apocalypse

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1st September 2005, Valley of Kings

(Charles Xavier POV)

Charles Xavier was often accused of being an idealist. He never denies it that his dream is very optimistic in a flawed world but Charles prefers to call it ambitious. The idea of a united world, mutants and humans cooperating peacefully was worth every sacrifice he ever did, and was definitely worth his efforts. It was a dream to strive for, something that had helped him inspire all those around him into joining him. He had lost the use of his legs, forever bound to a wheelchair, for his dream. He opposed Eric's own ambitions of mutants ruling over humanity, striving for a peaceful solution instead of a violent one.

Eric, or Magneto as he calls himself now, was forever marked by his miserable childhood, by Auschwitz, by humanity's cruelty during the second world. The truth was, in Charles' professional opinion, that the man had never really left the concentration camps and still has the mentality of killing or being killed. He still lived in fear that his people would end up in a similar situation.

In a way, Charles admired Eric. He admired his ability in doing what needed to be done for his people. The master of magnetism was ruthless in a way that he never was and would probably never be. It was something he was both thankful and disappointed about.

However, seeing his friend's expressionless face, fully under the control of Apocalypse, truly broke his heart. Eric and Charles still had an odd friendship and their rivalry was primarily ideological. They would never seriously harm each other, going so far as to save each other a few times. Seeing him helpless in the hand of a lunatic was just wrong.

Eric was always fearful of mental attacks. It was one of the reasons he wore his infamous helmet in the first place. He could never trust his own judgement if he had a slight inclination of the possibility that his actions not being his own. Charles was pretty sure he even slept with the helmet on.

However, that helmet ended up being futile. Apocalypse ended up simply knocking him out and removed his helmet. He then implanted commands in Magneto's head so serve him. He then even put the helmet back on, as to avoid any other telepath from undoing his work, destroying Charles' chances of escape significantly.

From what he figured out about Apocalypse's powers, he was able to take over the body of other mutants and added their abilities to his own. Every ability the monster displayed was at the cost of the life of another mutant, probably thousands of years ago.

Charles was still surprised by this revelation. To think that mutants existed this far back in history. What other mythological figure was actually a mutant, who were treated like gods. But that wasn't the time to analyze the anthropological implications of the mutant before him.

He looked around his fellow 'Horsemen' of Apocalypse. He was the only one left resisting Apocalypse. Magneto was the first to fall under his control. Their captor then ordered Magneto to offer a powerful mutant for his cause. A few hours later, he returned back with an Australian young man who revealed himself to be St. John Allardyce, or Pyro as he called himself, a mutant who can control fire. The fire element didn't even need to be mind controlled but freely offered his services to Apocalypse in exchange for a power boost and the promise of burning stuff. Great, he had a pyromaniac in his new 'team'.

"You now reside in the valley of kings, where to tombs of pharaohs are located. But what many people don't know is that, hidden inside, is the location of the temple of the serpent goddess Wadjet. I have once attempted to enter this place but failed due to the temple's guardian. But now, that guardian is long dead and the temple is defenseless. Inside it, is the rumored treasures of Wadjet, and extremely powerful artifacts. One of which is the legendary Ankh of Wadjet, an artifact granting its wielder the ability to alter reality itself. With me amplifying its power, I will make it as if mutants had always ruled over the mortals. And that's where you come in, my child. You, Charles Xavier, shall be my weapon. You will find traitors before they even think about doing anything. You shall be my enforcer, my executioner."

At Charles' pale expression, Apocalypse laughed, "You doubt my powers, child. Let me give you a demonstration."

With that said, Apocalypse just raised his hands and the sand obeyed his will. The mountain itself started to decompose, and shape itself into some sort of metal pyramid. The sand from all around joined it, continuing the giant pyramid, that encompasses the entire temple.

"The ancient mages of Egypt were able to devise a way of harnessing the power of the sun itself to power protections. With a pyramid this size, I will harness the power necessary to destroy the protections of temple within." Slowly, the pyramid started to fully build itself. He was single handedly creating an eight wonder of the world and the ancient mutant didn't look like he was breaking a sweat.

Charles was gaping at the scene in front of him. He could now understand why people once worshipped him as a God. This power was beyond human comprehension.

However, the father of mutants was distracted which meant that Charles could somehow send a message to his fellow X-men. He sent in a giant telepathic pulse that would be able to cover half the globe. It was only geared towards the only telepath that he could trust fully, his student Jean.

{Jean, I don't have much time. You need to stop him! Stop Apocalypse! I don't know how long I could keep fighting him. He already has Eric. He's so strong! So powerful! You're our only hope, Jean. I'm sorry!}

He then sent in the pictures and name of their location. He could only hope that the message would reach her.

The message also had a secondary objective should it reach Jean. Charles hated doing this but it contained a small telepathic adjustment in the bindings he made her. He used the backdoor he created in her mental shields to bypass any instinctive shielding to make sure she gets the message but also loosened her bindings somewhat.

Charles knew that the only chance for them to win against this foe was using Jean's full power. He still shivered when he felt a shard of it when the bindings loosened somehow. He could not trust anyone with that kind of power and promptly tightened the bindings further.

He only hoped that what he was doing wasn't causing more harm that good. He had created the backdoor into Jean's mind as a precaution; if she got out of control and abused her powers then he would be able to mentally restrain her.

The psychic pulse was complicated and very powerful. It hadn't escaped Apocalypse's notice. He could not understand what its content was, as he wasn't used to the intricacies of telepathy and there was nothing the so called God could do about it; the message is already sent.

Apocalypse turned back to look at him, "That was a mistake, Charles"

Nothing could have prepared him for the power of the follow up psychic attack from Apocalypse. He screamed in pain trying to resist the onslaught. He had done what he could. He only hoped that his message reached Jean. The future of the world rested in her hand.