Chapter VIII: Perfect Plan

AN: I'm sorry about not updating sooner, there isn't any real excuse, sorry again.

Thanks Giving; no day in the whole year had been so peaceful. Honestly in no other city this day kept meaning something. Thanks Giving kept meaning something to this people because no one seemed to notice that the earth was falling apart.

In the senate, for example, many saw this city as the future. This attitude of indifference of comfort over others expenses was the attitude all humans had began to adopt. Without even noticing it many, if not all, humans had agreed with the holocaust.

Men began to retake their lives without fear, without mutants. What the New Yorkers ignored was that their new perfect heaven was crowded by foolish mutants who hid in the dark corners and dirty sewers.

There was no one outside to notice how the sky was slowly covered by monstrous machines; by mutant hunters. No one noticed how Sentinels of all kinds covered the streets, how those mutants killing machines slowly located their prey.

Humans who weren't busy cutting the turkey or watching football saw how their city had been taken by machines. Some called 911 but none tried to escape; that was their mistake. Not even the mutants, who knew what those machines were capable of, tried to escape. Maybe they were scared or thought they were safe in their hiding places; I could not say. The funny thing was no one even though about fighting, about defending themselves. They just sat there waiting for the worst and hoping for the best.

At 2:00 PM the massacre started.

The only heroes who could have save Ney York from this massacre had been decapitated by New York itself; ironically twisting this story into a tragic drama.

From the distance Charles Xavier looked down into the bloodshed and thought 'They brought it upon themselves.'

But from the heavens someone else was glaring down at his precious doing. Five stones laid on his hand; one red, one green, one yellow, one orange and one purple.

The difference between him and Charles was that Apocalypse didn't thought anything he only laugh hysterically as the world fall into his domain.

She felt cold, colder than ever before. The steel floor absorbed the few heat her naked body produced; barely letting her alive. The former hero laid on a dark corner of that forgotten hell. It had all been hard on her, it even seemed difficult to remember who she was, what her name really was, everything was hard for her at that moment.

She opened her eyes, but didn't make any difference. Maybe it was because the prison was pitch black or because her green eyes were tired of day dreaming they couldn't see anything beyond her nose.

I can bet you no one has ever felt so lonely. Her sensitive hands moved from her chest to her hips feeling the scars that covered her pale skin. While she crumbled in the dark in her mind few thoughts were still alive.

Remy LeBeau

Sentinels

Holocaust

Sinister

Apocalypse – Infinity gems

Power – Death

Xavier – Magneto

Remy LeBeau… Remy LeBeau

She had been taken prisoner long ago. Actually she had been one of the first X-Men to fall along with Cyclops and Angel. Both of them now dead; they were taken care of at Christopher's elimination camp in New England. But Rogue suffered another fate, one worst. Nathaniel's master had seen something special on her, maybe it was her wicked power or her beautiful body or maybe the fact that she knew who possessed the others infinity gems, I could not say.

They had gone to a special mission. They were out searching for Reed Richards. Xavier had talked to them. Told them to look for Richards; one of the holders of an Infinity Gem. After the M-Day no one knew what to think much less what to do. No one had heard of the Fantastic four, of the Avengers, not even from us the X-Men. The holocaust had begun in some mayor cities around the globe. But they hadn't heard about it. The three men team was taken down near Manhattan. The funny thing was that they weren't defeated by Sentinels. I'm guessing that it was the work of Sinister's men. They took her and left the other two behind for the Sentinels to end the work.

Rogue ignored how she did to stay alive. Sinister had tried to brainwash her many times; tortured her. The former X-Man got near to break. The truth was every night she wished she had spoken, but every new day gave her new hope. Hope that something happen, something like what happened that day.

A violet dim light began illuminating one of the thick walls. At first Rogue believed she was asleep but when the wall made an explosion she knew it wasn't a dream. The dust settled and there I was, standing before her, Remy LeBeau.

" 'Ow about some company, áy Cher?"

She looked me in the eyes and smile. It was as if my presence had given her strength. "You certainly took long."

I smiled as well. Truly I only wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to feel her body against mine. "Here, we 'on't want chu running aroun' naked, do we?" I threw her my raincoat then offer her my hand so she could stand up.

She stood up, but rejected my hand, and asked as she was putting on the raincoat. "How did you find me?"

A million dollar question I must admit. "Chu will fin' ou' in a sec Cher." I gave a last glare at her perfect body. But end up looking directly at her emerald green eyes. "Now let's go." I took old Rogue and carried her then rested her sexy body in my arms.

I began running, following a trail of destruction I had created. Rogue had to admit she was very comfortable resting on my arms. We got to a room where two figures where standing in a dark corner. The daylight entered the room through the giant hole one of the destroyed walls had left.

"Nice for to join us." The voice echoed through the whole room.

Rogue was shocked. She had heard that voice before, she knew it well; I'm sure. Magneto turned around to face directly at his former lover. He looked much younger than what she recalled. Standing at his side was one of the must recognize heroes; Capitan America. He was carrying one of the New Mutants on his shoulder. Laying on the floor before the two men was a piece of meat that once upon a time was named Nathaniel Essex.

Sinister's legs and arms had been cut off; Magneto's doing. He was laying, on a pool of his own blood, barely alive. He had his jaw broken and most of his teeth missing.

We had entered Sinister's headquarters and fight many guards and Sentinels. Not long before I went to rescue Rogue we found him; sitting on his mighty chair believing we had been defeated by his guards. Magneto tortured him. I must admit I also participated, as well as old Steve Rogers. Finally Nathaniel told Capitan America what he knew. He told us about the Sentinels, about Apocalypse, about what he was after, about what was about to happen to our world, about Rogue.

Rogue's eyes rolled from Erik's eyes to Sinister's. "What have you done?"

"What had to be done." Rogers spoke loud. He knew that Rogue will believe in his word and respect it more than the terrorist's or even mine.

"We need'd to know wha' Sinisté wa really op to."

"And if what he said is right we are losing precious time." Capitan America warned us all on what we already knew.

"Sinister was working for Apocalypse. He is planning on taking over USA by night fall, and with all the Sentinels under his command it'll be easy." Magneto explained as he lifted himself to the air. "And he's after something;" he made a small pause and glared directly to Rogue's eyes, "you know what I speak of, don't you?"

"The Infinity Gems."

Kinkade thought he was safe. He thought that no one will dare to go after him to such a place. Not even his new 'partner' Apocalypse. But you and I know that he was mistaken.

The place smelled to rotten blood, to death. The sentinel facility was crowded by killing machines and trained soldiers. All of them had been either killed or destroyed. He had been waiting there for too long; waiting for that someone who will take him to his master, The Master of Magnetism.

Kinkade was talking on the phone, asking his former president to fulfill his demands. Kinkade turned around and found nothing. But he ignored that from a dark corner Creed was looking at him; glaring at his prey.

The beast revealed his shark claws as he slowly approached the general. He was furious, blood thirsty. Creed wanted revenge for everything that had happen to his race. Sabertooth buried his claws on Kinkade's throat and with his other hand he took out the general's eyes. Screams echoed through the whole facility but there was no one there who cared about them. Next Sabertooth let out a powerful roar as he glared the general's body falling to the ground.

A dark grim drew on Creed's face after he had licked his black claws. He could hear someone asking for help. It wasn't Kinkade, it was someone else. Someone he hadn't met in a long time. He recognized the voice; it was the voice Anthony Edward Stark.

Everything was falling into place. Apocalypse plans were about to get complete. He had known all along Sabertooth was going to take Kinkade down. With the general down his new army will only respond to him. Now he was only missing two insignificant jewels, once he had them not only the world but the whole Universe will fall into his domain.