WANTED U | ANGEL | X-MEN APOCALYPSE

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sixteen !
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With the speech to the world over and done with, Apocalypse brings his wrath upon the world, beginning with Cairo.

In masked horror, Rosa watches as he begins to destroy Cairo. Ripping it apart to construct the grand pyramid in its centre without breaking a sweat.

In that moment, Rosa finds fear roiling inside of herself. Recognises it even through the blistering ache that has been buffering her for days on end. At the sight, that force inside of her lurches and it takes every inch of her to bite it back, gritting her teeth and balling her hands to tightly into fists that her nails slice into her flesh.

A pulse of pain tests her threshold, almost knocking her off her feet. Agitated, her wings shift behind her as she steadies herself with a hand on Warren's arm. A touch he'd not been expecting, but realised she hadn't been either.

When she glances to him, he sees that power inside of her chomping at the bit, pacing back and forth inside the cage, desperate for release.

Rosa shakes her head ever so slightly and stands a little taller, planting her feet and jutting her chin. Her jaw remains clamped shut. Feathering every time a pulse thunders through her.

But the pain is growing worse.

She doesn't know how much longer she can keep it contained. How much time would she have before it exploded out of her as if she were Mount Vesuvius incarnate?

Not much, she suspects.

"My child," Apocalypse's voice beckons and she realises she's been staring through everything as she was focusing on containment of the fury inside.

She blinks rapidly and looks to him, playing obedience. When his hand comes to rest on her shoulder, she roots herself to the ground despite her urge to whip away from him and take flight.

"Your pain will be relieved in due time. You will know when to unleash yourself upon this world." Rosa nods her head, not trusting herself to open her mouth. "For now, you come with me to defend the pyramid while the transference of conscious takes place. My Angel and my Harbinger, protector of the true God of this Earth."

She swallows thickly, though the hatred burns bright in her eyes.

Maybe he mistakes it for passion for the cause, a hate for those who had suppressed them, because he smiles and turns away.

They step through the portal, Warren carrying Xavier as if he were simply a tool in their war. Coldly, she supposes he is. He's as much of a tool to Apocalypse as she is his weapon.

His Harbinger.

She supposes she is a Harbinger of death in some respects. Today, there will be death. There has already been death. Innocent people will surely have died when Apocalypse ripped the city apart for his temple and more dying as they speak as Erik tears the world apart, piece by piece.