Previously on X-Men...
Here is the Axis of Time, where all times cross.
Apocalypse seems bent on mastering time itself,
and has persuaded some of the most powerful mutants on Earth to help him.
It's called the Lazarus Chamber.
It's the secret to Apocalypse's longevity.
I'm going back to when the pyramid was first built and get rid of it then.
Wait a minute. What about Sinister and the missing psychics?
I don't care about missing psychics and time jolts.
I'm after Apocalypse.
If you want to help me nail him, get your team together,
and let's get started.
The Four Horsemen. Apocalypse has protected himself.
Go get Apocalypse. We can hold these guys here.
Hey, pal, leave a few of them for us.
The Lazarus Chamber. It's in there.
Now, let's find Apocalypse and do what we came to do.
I smell two rats in this barn.
Now, Apocalypse!
Xavier? Wolverine?
What happened?
What was that?
The most important move of all.
The capture of the king.
Professor Charles Xavier.
Yoo-hoo! Going my way?
Step aside.
Step aside, step right up,
step on a crack, break your mama's back.
Step on a dime, you'll be here for all time!
He knew!
Apocalypse knew your stupid plan
before we made our first move.
Maybe. You got any other ideas, I'm listening.
You don't, get out of here, 'cause this little health spa is history.
Move it.
We must assume Professor Xavier and Wolverine
have been taken to the same place, or time, as the kidnapped psychics.
So, we're back where we started.
Not entirely.
Professor Xavier knew there was a danger of his capture
and wore a pulse generator, a sort of homing device.
Cerebro and Graymalkin, working together, can help find him.
And, unless I am mistaken, Graymalkincan take us there.
Let's do it.
Fool! Now that I exist in the Axis,
I need no resuscitation.
The destruction of my Lazarus Chamber can no longer harm me.
A pathetic waste of time. And time, my friends,
is the greatest power in existence.
Unfortunately for you and your universe, time has run out.
It appears Graymalkin and Cerebro are having
quite a conversation about your professor.
All analyzes confirm partial temporal trajectory.
Partial trajectory? Does this mean his voyage was interrupted?
Computer, was Xavier's time travel path obstructed in any way?
Negative. Temporal voyager Charles Xavier reached
his programmed destination.
What destination?
Between time. The Nexus. The Axis of Time.
Charles Xavier exists outside of time.
Outside of time? Cable?
Cable, respond.
And now it begins.
Jean!
What are you doing with her, you pile of dog puke?
Soon you will wish you had not leaped through
the portal after your professor.
I have let you live to witness the obliteration
of all you hold dear.
Knowing you can do nothing to save it.
Just when I thought this place couldn't get any weirder.
Ha! You don't know the half of it.
It's not nice to fool with the Axis of Time.
Who else is here? What aren't you telling me?
You've got something on your shirt.
Made you look.
Enough!
He's stealing time.
Stealing time?
All shall soon be in place.
Wait. You said you would explain.
If you insist, Magneto.
We have a few minutes before the psychics are in position.
Follow me.
Time is motion, and motion and thought are a unity.
Two aspects of a single power that is beyond comprehension
to all but myself.
That is why certain psychics can see into the future.
The mind can transcend time.
You still haven't answered my question, Apocalypse.
What happens next?
Throughout the centuries,
an elemental balance of power, of good and evil,
has always denied me final victory.
Until now!
For I have discovered a way to break that balance.
By simultaneously destroying
the most powerful psychic beings in the universe.
Like atoms being smashed,
their destruction shall release a force of psychic energy
powerful enough to stop the Axis.
To stop time itself.
And so it shall come to pass that all existence will end,
except that which is here within the Axis, outside time.
Then shall I begin anew,
recreating the universe in my own image,
a perfect universe, where I shall rule, unchallenged!
When you sought my help, you said nothing about this madness.
You spoke of creating an alternate future
in which mutants would rule, as I have always dreamed.
And you were fool enough to believe me.
Strike him down, my Horsemen!
What?
No!
I never believed you, Apocalypse.
I am not a fool.
Traitors. You dare to attack your master?
I call no one master.
Especially not one who would destroy the innocent along with the guilty.
Spare me your petty judgments.
They spring from a brain too meager to comprehend my reality.
Now taste the power of Apocalypse!
It is poisonous.
No!
Tsk, tsk. You children have been very naughty.
Hear me, Sinister.
I suspected Apocalypse was merely using us.
I'd planned to destroy him once I learned the nature of his power.
I was going to use that power
to build the future I have always dreamed of.
Now, if you wish to live,
show me how to stop what Apocalypse has started.
I knew of Apocalypse's plan all along.
Being part of recreating existence appealed to me.
And betraying Apocalypse is truly a fool's game.
Infidels! Defilers!
No one can stop what I have put into motion.
The psychics are all in place.
Sinister, destroy them!
With pleasure. Vertigo?
We can't handle all of them.
You are right. We must try to free
Wolverine and the psychics.
Go. I'll try to buy us some time.
Apocalypse is going to obliterate existence.
You must help me stop him.
Are you talking to me?
I thought you two were pals.
Hey, you ain't kidding.
Hold them off. I'm busting the psychics out of those chambers.
Magneto, behind you!
Ruckus has a way with words, does he not?
Well, well, looky who's here.
Where am I?
Your final resting place.
Enough of these petty interruptions.
Horsemen!
The end has begun.
Professor? What's happening?
I do not know, Jean.
I feel my psychic energy being drained.
We're fading away!
Behold what I have wrought.
By harnessing the power of psychic energy,
the lines of time have begun to recede.
Time portals disappear.
What once was now will never be.
What will be, I shall determine.
Moments in time lost forever.
The road's drying up behind us.
It's all unraveling. Apocalypse tugged at the string.
Tug, tug, tug! Oh, that guy!
Apocalypse? What does he have to do with it?
Oh, nothing much. He's just screwing around
with the whole space-time continuum.
How's a joker like you know this?
Because I built this place, I think.
It was so long ago, I forgot.
Well, it all goes in one ear and out the other.
Anyhoo, I take care of things,
you know, a little dusting, an occasional mop.
You mean you're the janitor?
Please. I prefer the term custodial engineer.
You wouldn't believe the dust that can pile up in 14 billion years,
not to mention the waxy build-up. I could tell you stories.
Just tell me how to keep this place from unraveling, or I'll start blasting.
Like this?
Wait a minute. I haven't seen that blue ring before.
I bet it's part of all this.
Psylocke! What's going on?
The others, you must free them.
You got it.
The psychic energy is ebbing.
The Axis is returning to normal.
Someone's out there.
Easy. Gotta go help the others.
How dare you? My work!
A thousand years of searching.
Annihilate him, and recapture the freed psychics.
Four against one, huh? I like the odds.
One man, small and alone, remains,
defending the universe. If only he knew.
Two small men, Sinister. Now, one of you jerks
is gonna get Jean and Xavier out of those cylinders.
Not this time, X-Man!
That orb controlled the psychics.
You don't know what you've done.
You ain't seen nothing yet.
What's going on?
No! I will not be denied!
What's the matter, tough guy?
Hard to keep good help?
Let us depart, while we still can.
They're getting away.
Forget about them. I'm going after my people.
- You find Apocalypse.
You have traveled over 50 centuries of time to stop me.
When will you learn it cannot be done?
Guess I'm a slow learner.
That's some fancy shooting, Cable.
Really brought the house down.
Look out!
My beautiful fortress!
You shall all be interred within it.
Incoming. Stay down.
I am going after Apocalypse.
Do what you will, for I fear no one.
Oh, look who I'm saving.
You'd think I was Xavier.
Come on, Mr. Change-the-universe.
Let's see if you can handle just one X-Man.
Look who I'm saving. You'd think I were an X-Man.
I'm losing my powers.
I have spent a dozen lifetimes in the Axis,
learning to master its powers.
I will not be denied.
Huh?
Somebody needed to shut that guy up.
Good timing, Bishop.
Do you not realize I am immortal?
Apocalypse, time and thought are one.
That's why, now that we are free,
our power here is greater than yours.
You will exit the Axis with us.
Outside the protection of the Axis,
with your Lazarus Chamber gone,
you will simply cease to exist.
The end of time for you.
No!
Leaving so soon?
And such a mess.
Bishop! You big ox! You sure know how to make me worry.
I wish I'd been there to help.
I don't know why, but I was concerned about you.
I was afraid I'd never see you again.
We don't seem to have much luck with honeymoons, do we?
We have accomplished a great victory this day.
Did it feel so odd, Magnus, working together?
No, Charles.
Perhaps if we could start the world over,
it would be possible again.
Well, you have destroyed
what you considered the incarnation of evil.
Do you think the world has been changed?
Right now, Beast, I really don't care.
I just want to go home.
Thanks, Graymalkin.
Now take me back to a week before I left, to my son.