[Age Of Apocalypse] – Chaos Is Approaching

In Berlin, Germany,

Apocalypse stared at Elizabeth Braddock, who was standing in front of him, with a smirk on his face.

"So," he said, "Which way do you want it to be? One in which you kneel and agree or the other where I force you to kneel?"

Elizabeth glanced at Caliban's crushed skull underneath his foot and then at Storm and Archangel standing behind him, thinking, 'He killed Caliban without even lifting a finger. He's insanely powerful. And the mutants behind him look powerful as well. Me, all alone vs. three weird, extremely powerful mutants? Nope! Not worth it. My life's worth more than my dignity. I'm choosing to stay.'

"Well?', Apocalypse asked, still smirking since he could hear her thoughts.

"F-Fine!" Elizabeth said, "But I have one question."

"What is it?" Apocalypse asked.

She sighed and asked, "Why me? Why don't you ask anybody else to become your... umm..." She looked at Archangel and asked, "What was it?"

Archangel rolled his eyes and replied, "Horsemen."

"Yes, that!" Elizabeth smiled and said, "Why am I becoming your Horsemen? Why not others?"

"Because," Apocalypse chuckled, pointed at Archangel, and said, "My Horsemen of Death chose you."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and looked at Archangel, who quickly averted his gaze with a blush on his face. She narrowed her eyes and thought, 'Him? Hmmm....'

"Whatever!" Elizabeth said and shook her head. She glanced at Apocalypse in front of her; his smirk and the way his eyes gleamed caused her to gulp.

'Why does it feel like I just made a deal with the Devil?' She asked herself.

She sighed, slowly knelt before him, and murmured, "I'm not even that powerful."

"My child!" Apocalypse placed his hand on her head, and his smirk turned into an eerie smile as he said, "You can have any power you desire."

And a wave of dark purple energy entered her body.

* * *

In the X-Mansion,

Hank was walking with Charles on the X floor toward the Cerebro.

"So, you've been experiencing a sharp headache, and your powers have been going haywire, huh?" Hank asked.

Charles nodded, and Hank asked, "Is it the Cerebro?"

"No," Charles said, "I feel it's not the Cerebro's fault. It's something else."

"Something else?" Hank was curious, "What?"

"I don't know.", Charles said.

"You don't know?" Hank was skeptical.

"Well," Charles scratched his chin and said, "If it's not the Cerebro and it's not my powers going out of control, the only other option left is due to what happened to me while trying to control Jean."

Hank nodded, remembering the events a few days ago, "You mean because you got knocked out."

"Yes.", Charles said.

"Oh boy..." Hank muttered, "Do you think she is the reason for it?"

Charles sighed and said, "No, she's not. It was something... inside her that was preventing me from entering her mind."

Hank sighed and said, "I hope she learns to control her powers as soon as possible and you get better soon."

"I hope so, too," Charles said, and the two entered Cerebro.

Charles wore the helmet, and Hank switched the machine on.

* * *

Back in Berlin,

Elizabeth, now Psylocke, was staring at the psionic blades she created with her enhanced mutant powers.

"This..." She grinned and looked at Apocalypse, who was gazing at her, and respectfully said, "Horsemen of Pestilence greets her master, Apocalypse."

Apocalypse nodded approvingly and asked, "Do you like your new powers?"

Psylocke smiled happily, and her pink glowing eyes glowed even more as she replied, "Of course, Master. I love it."

"Good!" Apocalypse smirked, looked at the other two mutants, and asked, "What do you think, my children?"

Storm gazed at her and said, "Your blades look sharp and deadly."

Psylocke giggled and said, "Yes, they are."

Archangel smiled and said, "You look... beautiful."

Storm raised an eyebrow while giving him the side eye when she heard him.

Psylocke smiled and said, Thank you."

Apocalypse smiled, seeing his new Horsemen get along, and asked Psylocke, "Now, it's your turn. Who do you think is worthy of being my Horsemen?"

Psylocke tapped her purple line-covered chin as she thought for a few seconds before saying, "Hmm... there's one."

Apocalypse grinned and said, "Take me to them."

* * *

In a forest in Poland,

"Whiff!" Magneto exhaled a cloud of smoke after pulling the cigar from his mouth while sitting on a small fallen trunk. He tapped the cigar, letting the ashes fall on Pitor's body lying in front of him.

"Fuck you! Mutant fuck!", Pitor shouted in pure hatred while his body had metal pipes coiled around him and blood leaked from his mouth.

Magneto inhaled a long inhale, then exhaled a cloud of smoke and asked, "How did you think this would end?"

Pitor breathed heavily and said, "With... with... with my people... winning this war of hatred!"

"You're an idiot," Magneto muttered, throwing the cigar at his face.

* SIZZLE *

"ARGH!" Pitor screamed as his face got burned.

Magneto stood up and said, "You thought you could go against the most powerful race ever. You thought that you could win. You thought that your people would win. How foolish!"

"You're... wrong... we would have won..." Pitor gasped.

"No," Magneto shook his head, and he said, "You would have lost either way. You just can't win this war."

He waved his hands, and the metal pipes tightened around his body, causing him to scream in pain.

"And, now, you'll die," Magneto said, waving his hands again.

* CRACK *

"AAAARRRGGGGHHH!" Pitor screamed his heart out while a pipe pierced through his body.

Magneto waved his hands again, and a pipe entered his mouth and came out of his head.

* SQUELCH *

"Haaah!" Pitor let out his last breath and died.

Magneto waved his hands again, releasing his body, and then he sat on the trunk.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke and said to himself, "This... is the fate of the weak. Only the strong can survive. You speak of war..." he scoffed and said, "You've never seen war. War is only delightful to those who've never experienced it."

At that moment,

* CLAP *

* CLAP *

* CLAP *

Magneto turned his head back and saw Apocalypse, Storm, Archangel, and Psylocke walking out of a purple portal. He stared expressionlessly at Apocalypse, who clapped enthusiastically and said, "Well said! I couldn't agree more with my Horsemen of War!"