Post by Weird Rob 87 on Mar 24, 2007 22:35:00 GMT -5
X-Force Horizons
Chapter 9
An Apocalypse, a Virus,
and a Prophet
I own nothing but ol' prophet himself, everything else either belongs to red witch, L170IE, and marvel comics. Heh.. really wasn't expecting to start this one off early but here I am.
When the Prophet returned to the inner sanctum of his master's home, an unnatural wind seemed to have come from out of no where. The smile still on his face still there, even though his charge was about to die he didn't let it bother him at all. After all he only cared about himself and lived to serve his master Apocalypse. Although it did bother him that he would have thoughts of self conservation when he was supposed to be in the service of his master in mind, body, and soul. And despite the fact that he knew his master had sent out the X-Man turned Horseman Famine, Prophet had gotten an ill feeling within the pit of his stomach and went out to retrieve the Virus himself. “I see you felt the urge to go against my wishes and got the boy yourself.” At the sound of that cold voice, the Prophet froze in his place and actually feared turning towards his master to look him in the eyes.
“Well my Prophet, what do you have to say to your master?”
Slowly the one in question turned towards his master and gulped audibly. “M-m-master... I only had your best interests at heart! The fates had come to me in the form of an ill feeling in my stomach, please master I beg of you to believe me!” By the time he had gotten all of that out, he had lost all control of his body and he was cowering before his mighty lord.
Apocalypse regarded him closely for a moment before speaking. “And young Prophet, what did these fates tell you?”
And sensing his opportunity that he desperately needed he spoke. “They told me to check on the one known as Famine! That he was now ill and he required the utmost treatment that could only be given by our good doctor Essex!”
Speaking of Famine, the young horseman was laying a few feet away from the three and was unconscious. To many, it looked like he was the perfect picture of health now that he had become more then just a mere mutant. But within his mind a battle waged for control, one fought to regain the control that was stolen from him and the other fought to keep it from him. These two were Roberto DeCosta aka Sunspot and Famine: Horseman of Apocalypse. Roberto was on the verge of winning the control he desperately needed, even if it was for a short time so that he could return home and warn his loved ones. But fate was unkind to him in the form of Apocalypse's Prophet.
“I demand you tell me more before I take you to my dungeons and teach you the error of your ways, and you know you will wish you had never been born after experiencing it!” To a great many, it would seem that despite the fact that he had his chosen Prophet in his grasp, that torture for even him sounded like an experience that even Apocalypse himself would enjoy greatly.
“At once my master! When I arrived on the outer edges of the battle, Famine was arguing with himself and it seemed like his former self was fighting him. And I knew at once that I had to stop before he could succeed!” If there had ever been a more pathetic sight, The supposed former Crimson Warrior turned Prophet of Apocalypse would be it. Groveling at his master's feet in the hope he would not face any sort of torture that his master may give him.
“Your words disturb me my Prophet, they disturb me greatly. But if what you say is true then Essex will have to solve this problem before he can start on our Viral guest.” Surprise and shock were strongly seen in his Prophet's face but he payed no attention too it.
“Essex! Come and retrieve Famine and the Viral one now! But first work on making sure that nothing can reverse your work on Famine, otherwise our work will be for naught! We must succeed!”
And from the shadows, the one known to some as Mr. Sinister and to others like Apocalypse was known as Dr. Essex. “Master your command is my wish, but I sense that your Crimson Prophet has something else he would like to say, wouldn't you agree boy?” A cold smile formed on his face and his teeth could be seen, making just about anyone who saw it shudder at the sight of his teeth and his smile.
Apocalypse looked towards Crimson and the boy shuddered in fear. “Yes master, there is a problem.. I have been feeling thoughts of self conservation and I feel it best be checked before it could get worse.”
His master nodded at his words. “Very well then, go with the Doctor so that he may help with your problem, but first Essex, put the Viral one in a healing unit before he dies.” Never let it be unheard that the ancient mutant still at least cared on some small level for those that served him.
They both nodded and the Prophet hauled Virus over his shoulder and followed Essex to his lab. Even though he had only been there a small number of times, the place still made his spine crawl. As they left, someone who had been silent the entire time made his presence known. He had long been in the service of his master Apocalypse, even after he had lost his very humanity and was forced to live as a man made of stone and sand of his beloved Egypt, and cursed with the gift of future sight. Which he would often craft figures or scenes of his visions to show what he had seen and feared to speak of. “It seems master that there is still many problems yet to be overcome.” He spoke with a dry voice that also sounded like sand and stone being rubbed together.
“Yes, it would seem so Ozymandius, but I do have the utmost faith in the good doctor that he rectifies those problems. He knows he must or he will face my wrath.” And like it had been a final law that would be set in place for many years, Ozymandius bowed in understanding and left his master to his own devices.
Whoa, looks like even Apocalypse has his problems! Stay tuned!
Chapter 9
An Apocalypse, a Virus,
and a Prophet
I own nothing but ol' prophet himself, everything else either belongs to red witch, L170IE, and marvel comics. Heh.. really wasn't expecting to start this one off early but here I am.
When the Prophet returned to the inner sanctum of his master's home, an unnatural wind seemed to have come from out of no where. The smile still on his face still there, even though his charge was about to die he didn't let it bother him at all. After all he only cared about himself and lived to serve his master Apocalypse. Although it did bother him that he would have thoughts of self conservation when he was supposed to be in the service of his master in mind, body, and soul. And despite the fact that he knew his master had sent out the X-Man turned Horseman Famine, Prophet had gotten an ill feeling within the pit of his stomach and went out to retrieve the Virus himself. “I see you felt the urge to go against my wishes and got the boy yourself.” At the sound of that cold voice, the Prophet froze in his place and actually feared turning towards his master to look him in the eyes.
“Well my Prophet, what do you have to say to your master?”
Slowly the one in question turned towards his master and gulped audibly. “M-m-master... I only had your best interests at heart! The fates had come to me in the form of an ill feeling in my stomach, please master I beg of you to believe me!” By the time he had gotten all of that out, he had lost all control of his body and he was cowering before his mighty lord.
Apocalypse regarded him closely for a moment before speaking. “And young Prophet, what did these fates tell you?”
And sensing his opportunity that he desperately needed he spoke. “They told me to check on the one known as Famine! That he was now ill and he required the utmost treatment that could only be given by our good doctor Essex!”
Speaking of Famine, the young horseman was laying a few feet away from the three and was unconscious. To many, it looked like he was the perfect picture of health now that he had become more then just a mere mutant. But within his mind a battle waged for control, one fought to regain the control that was stolen from him and the other fought to keep it from him. These two were Roberto DeCosta aka Sunspot and Famine: Horseman of Apocalypse. Roberto was on the verge of winning the control he desperately needed, even if it was for a short time so that he could return home and warn his loved ones. But fate was unkind to him in the form of Apocalypse's Prophet.
“I demand you tell me more before I take you to my dungeons and teach you the error of your ways, and you know you will wish you had never been born after experiencing it!” To a great many, it would seem that despite the fact that he had his chosen Prophet in his grasp, that torture for even him sounded like an experience that even Apocalypse himself would enjoy greatly.
“At once my master! When I arrived on the outer edges of the battle, Famine was arguing with himself and it seemed like his former self was fighting him. And I knew at once that I had to stop before he could succeed!” If there had ever been a more pathetic sight, The supposed former Crimson Warrior turned Prophet of Apocalypse would be it. Groveling at his master's feet in the hope he would not face any sort of torture that his master may give him.
“Your words disturb me my Prophet, they disturb me greatly. But if what you say is true then Essex will have to solve this problem before he can start on our Viral guest.” Surprise and shock were strongly seen in his Prophet's face but he payed no attention too it.
“Essex! Come and retrieve Famine and the Viral one now! But first work on making sure that nothing can reverse your work on Famine, otherwise our work will be for naught! We must succeed!”
And from the shadows, the one known to some as Mr. Sinister and to others like Apocalypse was known as Dr. Essex. “Master your command is my wish, but I sense that your Crimson Prophet has something else he would like to say, wouldn't you agree boy?” A cold smile formed on his face and his teeth could be seen, making just about anyone who saw it shudder at the sight of his teeth and his smile.
Apocalypse looked towards Crimson and the boy shuddered in fear. “Yes master, there is a problem.. I have been feeling thoughts of self conservation and I feel it best be checked before it could get worse.”
His master nodded at his words. “Very well then, go with the Doctor so that he may help with your problem, but first Essex, put the Viral one in a healing unit before he dies.” Never let it be unheard that the ancient mutant still at least cared on some small level for those that served him.
They both nodded and the Prophet hauled Virus over his shoulder and followed Essex to his lab. Even though he had only been there a small number of times, the place still made his spine crawl. As they left, someone who had been silent the entire time made his presence known. He had long been in the service of his master Apocalypse, even after he had lost his very humanity and was forced to live as a man made of stone and sand of his beloved Egypt, and cursed with the gift of future sight. Which he would often craft figures or scenes of his visions to show what he had seen and feared to speak of. “It seems master that there is still many problems yet to be overcome.” He spoke with a dry voice that also sounded like sand and stone being rubbed together.
“Yes, it would seem so Ozymandius, but I do have the utmost faith in the good doctor that he rectifies those problems. He knows he must or he will face my wrath.” And like it had been a final law that would be set in place for many years, Ozymandius bowed in understanding and left his master to his own devices.
Whoa, looks like even Apocalypse has his problems! Stay tuned!