Post by razor on Feb 2, 2022 13:26:12 GMT -7
Some Time Ago
Apocalypse.
Nathaniel Essex held very few emotions within his body. Hatred for the mutant menace Apocalypse was one of them. As much as he loved the alterations to make him nigh unkillable... But the way that they were given to him. He couldn't forgive. He wanted to kill Apocalypse so very badly. With or without the ability to gain his power. He wanted Apocalypse to die.
He almost stepped out, but he stopped. Something within him feared Apocalypse. The... Thing... It could still possibly access his old hardware. He feels that he has removed a good amount of it, but the fear was always there. So he stayed in the shadows and watched. He watched those who were unfortunate enough to have been in Apocalypse's sights. He knew them well.
Wade Wilson, Deadpool.
Remy Lebeau, Gambit.
Fred Dukes, Blob.
James Howlett, Wolverine.
Deadpool seemed to be Pestilence... A rather excellent choice. He embodied the name near perfectly. The man was regarded as a threat. A nuisance. A cancer to everyone around him. His DNA structure was truly fascinating. It seemed that Apocalypse had altered him to make him quicker and more deadly... But his mouth still ran with ease.
Blob as Famine. A rather humorous choice, but one that worked well. He had heard through telepathic chatter that he had eaten Jean Grey. This definitely put an odd feeling in Sinister's chest. He was giddy that she was gone, as she had put a thorn in his sides for generations, but he was upset that he couldn't do research on her genes to bolster his telepathic abilities. The man was a mass of flesh... Constantly hungry. Constantly feasting.
Wolverine was possibly Death? No... War. The man brings violence wherever he goes. Death isn't nearly as poetic as War for him. God, Apocalypse loved his poetics. No, God had nothing to do with this... Defilement of mutant. Even for his standard, he held a hypocritical distaste.
Gambit, harbinger of Death. As a man who was not one on killing, Gambit is being shown as a deadly warrior. It works deeply. He is cold, calculated, with just enough swagger to make him a deadly enough opponent for any of the X-Men who knew him so well.
Sinister watched as Magneto entered the fray. Bringing the Statue of Liberty with him. What an odd monument to bring along with him. What? Was he going to hit Apocalypse with the American Bill of Rights next? Then something clicked for him. He saw the combined force. He saw them slowly overwhelming force that this group was exhibiting. This was something powerful.
He placed himself there mentally. Think how powerful and mighty they would stand if he were there, relaying weaknesses and flaws to Apocalypse that not even they knew.
Something powerful. More powerful than some of the strongest things they had ever seen.
A unit the world should fear.
This inspired an idea... One of world domination. One of unlimited mutant DNA to test. One of endless potential. One of power.
He decided to try it out as he saw one of the younger X-Men be painfully dismembered and thrown away from the fight. He would catch the boy with telekinesis and let him land painlessly to the ground. Looming over the boy with crossed arms, he would sigh.
"If you need a replacement arm, find me. You can have one, free of charge. A sign of good faith." He'd say with a nod as he stepped over the writhing boy.
Perhaps he could get used to this...