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A new way of life is beginning for mutant kind, Mr. Worthington.

Free of the pain caused by your mutancy.

I can't thank you enough, Dr. Adler. Your cure will give me what I've always

wanted. The chance to be an ordinary human being.

Not a mutant.

Not a freak.

It was your funding that made the transformation process possible.

It is only fitting that you should be the first to undergo the treatment.

I caution you, there may be some discomfort at first.

Whatever it takes, Doctor. Make me another man.

You will be surprised at just how new.

See?

The transformation begins.

Excellent. You served me well, Missy. Such loyalty will be

rewarded. And the rest will be my slaves.

Increase the power.

I want to hear the cries of the future being born.

I've been waiting a month.

I want my cure.

We all do, sweetie.

Sit down.

Can't a girl have a cup of coffee in peace?

They haven't learned how to live at ease with their mutant powers, so they're

frustrated. Some lash out, while some have turned inwards, letting their

bitterness consume them. But they all feel dissatisfied with themselves.

And alone.

You've given us a place where we belong, Professor.

Just take the hard -headed ones longer to realize it. Forget about it, Rogue.

We've all had a hard time accepting who we are. Cured!

I'm cured!

See? My wings are gone.

Dr. Adler's treatment works.

I'm not a mutant anymore.

You don't have to be mutant.

You don't have to be hated.

You can be cured.

We're mutants.

That's what we are.

There's nothing wrong with us that needs to be cured.

Look me in the eye and tell me that.

It'll be my pleasure.

Cyclops, no.

It's not our place to tell other mutants what to do.

If Adler can really change mutants into ordinary humans, then each of us will

have to look into his own heart and decide.

You won't be laughed at or feared anymore.

You'll be like everybody else.

It's time we headed home.

Who wants to be normal?

Hey, take me next.

Me.

You're me.

Mystique impersonation. Very well, Mr. Worthington.

Worthington is no more.

Now there is only Archangel.

Let the world beware.

The old world passes away.

Together, we shall forge a new one in fire and blood.

The future is transformed.

I am the instrument to purify the world. The

evil of humans.

And my greatest creation, death,

the witch.

Looks like you're behind the old eight ball game and I'm about to think it you

not win the game yet share Could be you need incentive

How about the winner get a kiss from the loser?

That's not funny. What do you want to end up in a coma?

You can drain my energy anytime, Chef.

Gambit has plenty.

Observe.

First, we charge the cue.

Don't let Gambit get to you, Rogue.

I'd like to wipe that smirk off his face.

Serve him right if I did give that lowlife a kiss.

Maybe, Mr. Gambit, I'm not as good as he thinks he is.

Looks like you nicked the table, Gambit.

Gambit, the term wreck room does not mean that you must wreck it.

Storm makes jokes now.

What next?

Votes are high as leaders from around the world meet in Paris this week for

conventional weapons disarmament talks.

But much tough negotiation lies ahead.

Wait. Here's the conference chairman now.

Good day.

The leaders of the world recognize the desire of people everywhere for peace.

But we must proceed carefully.

Can we disarm when mutants walk among us?

Many questions must be answered if we are to ensure a secure future for

humankind.

Wait for the future like a herd of sheep.

I'll give you the future right now.

I'm not sure what's happening, but it appears that a mutant terrorist is

disrupting the peace conference.

Storm, what's happening? Trouble at the world peace conference.

Stop that mutant.

and afraid to be smashed.

Show them!

Looks more like a World War conference.

We must tell Xavier.

You can't run from a few mutants.

I am Apocalypse.

Look upon the future and tremble.

The army is counterattacking.

War!

Archangel!

Destroy the inheritance!

No one can save you from the touch of pestilence.

No!

All who oppose me shall

be cursed.

This is what I feared the most.

A powerful mutant driven completely mad by his powers.

This isn't like Magneto or the conspirators who produced the fentanyl.

They could be appealed to, reasoned with.

We have to stop Apocalypse now, or there will be no future.

For anyone.

Why can't I go with them, Professor?

They'll need all the help they can get.

I have another mission for you.

I recognize the mutants with Apocalypse.

They were all on Muir Island, hoping for Dr. Adler's cure.

But one interests me more than the others.

This is the mutant who claimed that Dr. Adler had cured him.

I want you to return to Muir Island.

Dr. Adler's cure could hold the key to defeating this madman.

On my way, Professor.

If there's something fishy going on up there, I'll find it.

Each generation has cried out for a new world.

But has built the same old one, corrupt and weak.

But the new world shall come to pass.

I will purge the earth of these benighted humans.

Take the food from their mouths.

No! Please.

Food. Help.

Please. Please help.

Turn their weapons against them.

War shall be their destruction.

They shall be purified with fire and water.

I never thought I'd see this place again.

Hmm. Looks like the doc's doing a little remodeling.

What a pleasure it is to see you again, my dear.

You thinking about putting in a skylight, Doc?

Experiments sometimes have unforeseen results.

It's your results I'm interested in. I discuss my treatment with no one.

You discuss it with me, Doc.

What are you doing?

No! Doc!

What did your cure do to those mutants? What would it have done to me?

tell you?

Well, looks like we got another mutant ready for the cure.

There is no cure.

Apocalypse uses the treatment to turn mutants into his slaves.

It makes them hate everyone, humans and mutants.

Like Apocalypse does. He wants to destroy everything.

I had to help him. He would have killed me. He has a secret command center

buried under Stonehenge in England.

Old Apocalypse won't like that you helped me. You better find some place to

hide.

Who's gonna tell him?

Hey!

We

needed

that machine.

It might be the only way to change those mutants back.

No one can stop...

bruise them while i save their lives incoming

we can't let her touch them

humanity again.

and take a joke.

Feel the horror of war.

Thanks,

Cajun. I think.

They are getting away.

And they'll lead us to Apocalypse.

That snake's a hiding under. Come on, big boy.

Where's your hot palate?

You had your chance to be the first of my creatures. The first to serve my

will. Dang it, I missed it.

Weak and foolish mutant.

You are corrupted by those who want peace.

You cannot oppose me.

Your color, like all the others, must be

exterminated. The professor was right.

You are crazy.

Apocalypse, a band of mutants has defeated us.

We are not worthy.

No.

My creatures cannot be defeated.

cannot be defeated.

We beg to differ.

I've got to slow these folks down.

It is time to welcome death, X -Men!

Let's see if I can improve your disposition.

No!

You are not fit.

You are not worthy.

I wanted to be normal, but all I did was prove that I'm capable of terrible

evil.

It wasn't your fault.

I wanted to deny myself, too, for a time.

That could have been me helping that madman.

Don't worry.

I took the evil away when I touched you.

It's a part of me now.

I just hope you're strong enough to control it.

I wasn't.