fangedfirecracker:

mutantfromkansas:

fangedfirecracker:

“An’ I warned you about power! Look at what it made me! For all the good you all see in me, I can see the bad. I can see how it twists an’ bends an’ cracks until you’re some shell of who you used to be. An’ that’s exactly what you are. You aren’t Evan. You aren’t the sweet, if not slightly misled, boy who wanted to save the world. You’re Apocalypse. An’ you corrupt anything you touch! I know how this goes!” Her eyes flare again and she pokes him directly in the chest, knowing he won’t kill her, he will need her in the future. “I won’t lose any sleep tellin’ you what you are, an’ that’s a monster.”

His hand snapped up, latching onto her wrist with a firm grasp as she poked him. “Not everything is as black and white in the future. Everything changes during the revolution. Everyone changes when a few of us die, including me. I was the only one who saw it. Everyone viewed it as right and wrong, black and white. I chose to go for something that no one else had even thought of before me. Genesis. The ultimate new beginning.”

He released her wrist, turning his back to her. “The only way I can save the world is by showing it what it does. I’ve become something for them to fear equally. They need mutants to fight me, they need humans for support. I pull the strings and have my horsemen do the rest.”

Evan glanced at her over his shoulder. “When the first of us dies, you will understand. I don’t expect you to now. Just keep the child in your sight. If you do not, he will be lost in the shuffle. You don’t want him going where they will take people like me.”

She couldn’t push the rage down. It boiled and simmered in her dead blood and her eyes narrow further until they were no more than glowing red slits. “Tell me…” She started, shoulders tense and fists clenched as balls. “Tell me which one I become.” She shouldn’t have asked, she knows too much already. But that morbid curiosity wouldn’t leave her be.

He brushed his shoulder off with the back of his hand. The amount of oxygen in this time was enough to give him a headache that not even his regenerative powers seemed to fix.

“That, young Jubilation, is something you’ll need to wait to find out.” He sighed through his nose, turning to face her again. “You can avoid this all, but we both know you won’t stop it before it comes to pass.” He smiled a bit then, taking a few steps before he held out his hand for her. “Killing your current me would mean killing your humanity after all, wouldn’t it?”