The Apocalypse Fortold (En Sabah Nur)

[poet]

Walward sat at a computer at the library. He was fussing with the mouse, trying to figure it out. He got frustrated and all of a sudden the mouse shattered. His eyes grew wide and he tiptoed out of yet another failed attempt at finding out anything about himself. He walked to an alley and sat against a brick building. Walward sat in silence. He rubbed his head with his hand.

"What ever I was doing before I lost my memory, I must have been hiding it from someone." Walward's english accent rang out in his whisper to himself. He had found nothing. So, little that he felt like he would never find out anything.

Walward drew out his claws and ran them along the ground next to him. They threw up minor sparks. Finally, he was tired of doing nothing. He got up, and took a run at the building across the alley. Walward jumped and impaled the side of the building with his claws. It took him a few minutes to effectively climb up the building. The building was the library he was just in. He sat on the edge of the building. Waiting. For what he was waiting for was a mystery to even himself.

[thefirstone]

As the odd man sat there, his legs swinging loosely over the building's edge, it was obvious he anticipated something. Whether it was among the same supernatural powers the man himself possessed, he certainly seemed to be lacking some quality. It was perhaps this certain characteristic that placed a target on his back. As if by some ominous comeback to his expectance, the window panes looking into the library underneath flickered twice, before then completely going out. The same seemed to happen to the street lamps below, as the man would more likely notice, the orbs of light suddenly disappearing one by one, casting the area in a shroud of blackest night.

In a moment's notice, two men now stood beside the stranger positioned on the lip. Their arms remained muscular, easily outmatching the stranger's torso in sheer girth. Their eyes glistened a deep maroon as they stared at the man, their eyes fixated on the man, fully erect. Their positions seemed intimidating, yet something was holding them back. The answer laid in the blackened shroud as a third man stepped out.

The dim light of a recently relit torch shown across his tan complexion, his shaved head, and the jewelry adorning his chest. The man remained as muscular as his two henchmen, yet he was smaller than they, a hidden power lurking within the man. Even despite the difference in stature, the man seemed to tower above everything in the way he held himself, a person of importance. It was obvious from his tone and air of royalty that he was foreign to New York.

The foreign man's brown eyes trailed down to the crouched man he knew now as Yeti. His men grabbed Yeti's arms, as two well placed body blows went towards Walward's gut. Pulling the man up, the ringleader glanced at the man, a small smirk forming across his otherwise unforgiving features.
"If you expect to survive these two, I'd suggest you'd kill them. If that's not your thing, then you will die here. Strength is everything in this world, you'd be wise to remember that.."

Another snap of the man's fingers, and the men shoved Yeti towards the ground. Cracking their knuckles, they proceeded to stalk Walward, a well aimed kick thrown towards the man's ribs. The third man just smiled as though it was a natural happening, two men gaining up on one who seemed to have no chance in hell. The man had chosen the two among several homicidal psychopaths, and though he made some special modifications to make them superhumans, he wished to test the one who called himself Yeti. He had been searching for some of the strongest individuals in this world to join his cause. If they were weak, the world would be better off without them. Like Darwin had once said about the animal kingdom, only the strongest will survive. It was just natural selection.




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[poet]

Walward sat for a while until he noticed lights going off until it was quite dark. He was a little confused. When two men appeared next to him, he was a bit more worried. All of a sudden, a man who held himself much differently than the other two stepped out.

"If you expect to survive these two, I'd suggest you'd kill them. If that's not your thing, then you will die here. Strength is everything in this world, you'd be wise to remember that.."

The man's words rang through Walward's head. "You mean Fight for Survival or Die with a Vengeance." It may have sounded like a question in Walward's accent but it was more like a war motto. When the man began attacking him, Walward led purely with instincts. They manged to keep him on the ground with some punches and kicks.

Walward looked up at the leader of sorts, "As you wish." A smirk ripped across his own face. Then Walward was gone. He reappeared behind the one man and caught him in a headlock. The large man fought until all of a sudden, five adamantium-lined claws ripped through his stomach and vital organs. With a jump, he flipped to the other side of the man and used his claws to effectively behead him. He grabbed the head as it fell into his arms and tossed it at the other large fighting man. "Hold that for me will ya?"

Walward flicked blood off of his claws and onto his clothes. Seemingly out of nowhere, the second fighter began a fight of fury, trying to beat the hell out of Walward. And close to succeeding. Walward was gone again. He reappeared 10 feet behind the man. It took the man a minute to notice he was punching the stone roof instead of Walward.

Walward lifted the sleeve on his black t-shirt and saw the word YETI. He already knew what it was, what it meant, and how to use it. Without the guns he usually carries, this seemed to be the most effective way of fighting for him.

A roar ripped through the night air. Whether it was cold or not, Walward would never know. For with the roar came the sinking of clothes into a thick white fur coat. Yeti was released. Walward was at the controls of a different body, as he called it. The man charged at the Yeti, which they met at the same height. With a swift movement, Yeti was holding the enraged fighter by the neck. His claws were all pointing off away from the man's neck. Yeti stepped over to the edge of the building, and held the man over the alley. He was fighting with all of his strength.

"Let's see.... Murder? Or Suicide?" Yeti's voice growled for rippling power. He made a laugh/grunt. "Both." That was the last word heard before Yeti released the man and flicked his claws across, beheading this man as well. His now two separate parts fell to the alleyway below. Yeti began walking back over to the other man. The whole way he was changing back. His wounds healed, he changed back to human, and he drew in his claws.

Walward or 'Yeti' as he only knew himself as, stopped at about a foot away from the 'leader'-like man. Walward thought for a moment before saying, "Power. How else would the world be balanced if some were far too weak, and others were far too powerful. It's like they say in schools now a-days. The circle of life." In the last sentence, Walward's english accent was clear and powerful. More so than ever, to which he can remember.

He Thinks. "He Says." He Does

[thefirstone]

The man watched with an almost sickening curiosity as the two men fell by his feet. The sight of their sanguine contents splattered across the rooftop as he analyzed the man's movements. The features across his face remained unmoved, and seemingly unimpressed by the man known as simply Yeti. He had seen many a strong adversary, and while this Yeti possessed potential, he was still as pathetically weak as the rest of these "mutants."

The man remained rather unflattered by Yeti, since he had only taken down two modified criminals who at their core were still the insect infection known merely as humans. Yet, even so, his hands rose in front of him, clapping as though mockingly.

"I wouldn't gloat, they were still humans and are weaker than those possessing the Xgene. Their genetic mutation was imperfect, as they were destined to fall. Tell me, do you see yourself as strong? If so, then you're gravely misinformed."

The man now ceased his clapping, his words now aimed to taunt the man. The corner of his mouth curled upwards into a slight smirk. He wanted to test this man more closely, and of course manipulation was a field in which he excelled. As the man's hand beckoned Yeti, his voice rang clearly in Walward's thoughts,as solemn and arrogant as it had been before.

'I sent two men after you, promising them salvation in exchange for killing any mutants. As a man created purely for the sake of violence in the hands of lesser mortals, I'm sure that such an antic would stimulate revenge. If you wish to truely test your skills against me, the incarnation of Ra himself, I say come at me. Only then will you see the difference between that of a mortal and that of a god.'

The last remark was sure to ring in the experiment's ear. It insulted his very pride and invoked his wrath, and as the man knew, he was still clinging onto his humanity. The thought amused him, as humanity was blindly following whoever held power, in the hopes of achieving some themselves. It was the perfect ideal yet it was based on such useless philosophies as hope and faith, surely this synthetic weapon was no different.

As the man raised his arms, he clearly suggested to Yeti to take the first strike. Of course, he had no intention of letting the weapon touch him, so it would prove futile to the weapon. His lips now formed into a smug expression, as his stance seemed to suggest that of a higher entity.

"Take your strike, Yeti. Soon you too will know the name of En Sabah Nur, the being known as Apocalypse and the rightful heir to this festering world of insects."

[poet]

Walward looked at the man who called himself a god. Apocalypse was what he called himself. Walward ran a hand over his head and listened to Apocalypse's heartbeat. He laughed as it was far to calm.

"Do you take me for a fool? You are far too calm to actually fight. You never expected me to hit you. I mean, not like that. I meant you never expected me to get the chance to hit you. I can tell your power is great. As you lack the looks of a genetic doctor, you did not make them surgically. As you lack the acting portion of a man of your apparent age and heritage, that is not your real body. That was even clearer when you told me your name. En Sabah Nur. Egyptian if I'm not mistaken.... I have been researching a lot of culture lately." He laughed.

"But let me ask you something. You claim that of Apocalypse. As power corrupts, How will you die? If I'm correct Apocalypse would be an absolute wipeout. But, only mortals can die. If even one lives, the circle of life begins again."Walward's voice rang clear with his accent on the final sentence.

Walward thought for a minute and resumed his talk. He waited for no answer. Only a reaction. "But you would not have wasted two men on some random mutant just to speak of power and kill him. Now would you? I bet all the metal in my body for the fact that you wouldn't have made the effort you made just to kill me. Even if you felt no effort on your part, it was still there. Walward was still as he was before. Still, interested, and waiting.

He Thinks. "He Says." He Does

[thefirstone]

Letting a snicker escape his lips, Nur knew instantly from experience of what the man was doing. His arms folding across the toned pectorals of his current shape, his eyes glanced mockingly towards Yeti. The man was impressive, much moreso than the average mutant, which meant he could serve some use to him, but to what extent still remained unknown to Nur.

"It would be pointless to search for a heart, as that was among the first thing to decay and be remodeled by my hands. You are right, I am not a surgeon, at least not by mortal standards. I have mastered their genetic engineering which remains miniscule in comparison to what I have added to such a primal process. As I look at you now, I can see you are but another one of their experiments,and a basic template at that. The inadequacies I can see clearly, you were but a stepping stone in your maker's eyes, one who paved the way for a new evolution."

As Nur eyed the man, he could see the damages caused to the man, several individuals fused together in a Frankenstein attempt to create something greater. Even though Yeti possessed healing abilities, the scars across his mind and his genes were evident. Such a simplistic combination was unstable, yet the man seemed to endure the concoction of abilities under the surface, but then again several brain cells remained damaged, unable to heal, creating a more perfect model for the hands of a god to sculpt into the perfect tool of assimilation.

"You are correct, En Sabah Nur is from an ancient Egyptian tongue, that no longer is ushered in this age. I have spanned numerous millennium, and in change have learned all there is to know about these humans. While the Earth was slowly consumed by the plague of humanity, I too took to evolving, shedding what humanity I had upon my ascension to divinity. Even Anubis himself cannot hold one such as me in the afterlife."

Nur's head tilted to the side slightly as his eyes wavered over Yeti for a final analysis of the man's abilities.
The Apocalypse stands for the end of this world where mutantkind is ostracized for their powers by those who lack the strength to become one.
Lust.... Envy...Honor....Greed.... Sloth....Gluttony.... Even Hope....

These beings rely too much on these useless ideals of theirs. Because of these, I've seen the world plummet. I say it's about time to end such theatrics, and recreate the world into a perfect society. One ran by power. Those who possess none nor possess the drive to obtain such a thing deserve no less than Death. I have seen too many a ruler command through vile methods lacking the power to completely exert his force over his subordinates....
The fall of Troy.... The collapse of the nation of Babylon...Even the fall of the Pharaoh Rama Tut the tides of time are written in such failure, nations which had been considered great were reduced to dust in matter of moments. Why? They all lacked the power to decimate their foes and as a result, faded into oblivion."

Nur watched the man's interest as he continued, his head raised, his arms still crossed, as his posture suggested an obvious superiority over everything in the area.
"Power is necessary. You remain correct, should I have wanted you dead, you would be so, another corpse floating across the red waters of the Nile. As you seem adequate enough despite your various flaws, I am searching for messengers, horsemen so to speak. Ones to carry my reign and my command. If you are willing to accept me as your god and worship the very ground of Apocalypse, then I can bestow unimaginable power upon your mismatched frame. You will be complete, a powerful entity under the watchful eye of Ra."

[poet]

Walward watched Apocalypse as he addressed all of Yeti had said. He made good points and Walward was interested. "If you could turn those two insects into the weakest of men, I trust you to make one of the most powerful of men into even the weakest of gods."Walward referred to humans as the insects and the mutants as the men. What he did next was something he would have spat upon the idea of had he not lost his memory.

Walward ran his right hand over his nearly bald head. Which was his favorite way to extend his claws on only one hand. He then kneeled and plunged his claws into the ground at Apocalypse's feet.

"I pledge my allegiance to Apocalypse, a God in a world of insects, incarnation of Ra himself. I am your undisputed Horseman. I will carry your message of death to this world."Walward didn't even know what he had said about the Death part. He would find it ironic later on, about what he said.

He Thinks. "He Says" He Does

[thefirstone]

Apocalypse watched as the man succumbed to his will rather easily, his head held eyes as his eyes trailed downward at the man who gave his being to the godlike entity that seemed to tower over Yeti. As the man bowed his head, Nur found it necessary to revert back to his true form.
His tan skin bubbled and peeled away into dust as the blue underneath came to the surface. His current attire soon reformed itself into the metal compound Nur was so familiar with. As the last bits of flesh were transformed, Nur now rose, his now solemn and strict reddish gaze looking intently at the man amidst his sapphiric complexion. The man merely stated his loyalties towards Apocalypse, and as he pried through the man's mind, he found him to be sincere, yet Nur wished to see motive.

"Should you really wish to bask in the glory of Apocalypse, you need to undergo a trial."

Apocalypse's eyes trailed towards a hospital building looming over the smaller ghetto communities, the source of salvation for these pestilent worms. A strike upon one will cause terror among the neighborhoods and potentially draw more mutants their way A smirk formed as his blue eyes remained firmly fixed on the medical center.

"Kill all who reside in there. Strike fear into the hearts of those who are lower than you. At the pinnacle of their despair, assert your strength and prove I am not making a mistake in my choice."

[poet]

Walward smirked as Apocalypse assumed true form. He rose up and held his hand to his face and watched his claws retract. He listened as Apocalypse mentioned a trial and killing people in that small hospital. Walward smirked and back-flipped off the edge of the building. He dropped to the street below and the concrete cracked underneath his feet. He ran almost superhumanly fast at the hospital and instead of waiting for the door to open, he smashed through the wall.

Yeti was zipping through the first floor with his speed. He used his claws to massacre the people inside. He soon transformed into the yeti and smashed through walls to weaken the structure. On the next to top floor, the building was already falling in. With one final run, Yeti smashed through the remaining walls. He flew out the side of the building as it crumbled and killed everyone inside. Yeti transformed back to Walward in midair. As he was about to miss the ledge of the building Apocalypse was on, he teleported and appeared right in front of Apocalypse.

"Do you need more proof?"

He Thinks. "He Says" He Does

[thefirstone]

From the building above, Apocalypse watched the man descend off the roof in a flashy matter to which he cared not. He would not be the first Horsemen, just the first of his newest batch of deviants. He was rather used to the overinflated ego that fueled these mutants. However, it played to Nur's advantage. Such an emotion led men to be easily manipulated under Nur's fingertips, which was all he needed.

As Apocalypse watched the discord unfold at the nearby hospital, his face remained stern, unwavered by the mass of corpses that were being devoured by the grip of Inpu. Nur watched as the building collapsed, the thousands of screams instantly stifled upon the roaring of a large creature. Instead the screams were now replaced by the whimpering of those who had survived, which soon too would cease to function.

Nur watched as the man returned, nearly missing the balcony ledge, but teleporting to redo his mistake. Nur's eyes traveled across the bloody rags of the man, his head still hung high. The man had potential, but he was clumsy, which would lead to his downfall. Nonetheless, he would serve Apocalypse's goal as a Horsemen. The genetic augmentation will make up for Yeti's clumsiness and grant him greater power. Apocalypse would then force him into situations which would strengthen the man and make him more fit to be a horseman.

"Your method leaves much to be desired. But for now, you pass the jurisdiction. You grow weak, and I will not hesitate to kill you on the spot."

[poet]

Walward stood in front of Nur with confidence. He tried to think of something to say to that. Until he remembered something said mere minutes ago and he grinned. His clothes were blood soaked and torn from rapid flashes of different power usage.

"Weakness, My dear," Walward laughed out the last word, slightly mocking the man's accent in a fun way, over-doing the accent's strength a little. He straightened up and spoke normal, harsh, powerful."Is for insects."Walward nearly spat out the last word but he was careful not to. He touched his feebly torn clothing and looked at Apocalypse's set of armor.

"Can I get some of those?" Walward pointed toward Apocalypse's choice of 'clothing'. His claw on his index finger extended and was less than an inch from physically touching the metal on Nur.

He Thinks. "He Says" He Does