I Am In Marvel - Chapter 691 IMUC 693 Caesar, Apocalypse

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Looking at his two severely injured companions on the ground, Pyro Aaron’s handsome face hardened. “You’re dead!”

Fueled by rage, the fire on his right hand intensified, raising the bar’s temperature.

“You old man, you’re a Mutant too! I’ll turn you to ashes!” Aaron roared, thrusting his hand forward. The flame erupted into an explosive fireball, hurtling towards Apocalypse, who still had his back turned.

“Too young and way too arrogant,” Apocalypse shook his head and without even turning his head, he raised a hand. A shimmering shield materialized, effortlessly deflecting the fireball, which fizzled out harmlessly.

Apocalypse’s shield could withstand even the sun’s scorching heat, let alone this petty flame.

“Impossible!” Aaron stared in disbelief. He channeled his power into both hands, summoning a colossal fireball and hurling it forward. As John and Shirley gasped, Apocalypse finally turned. With a withered, ancient hand, he casually crushed the fireball, sparks erupting from his fingertips as it exploded.

“This…” Aaron’s face paled. As a powerful pyrokinetic, he prided himself on his abilities. Yet, facing this frail old man, he felt a crushing sense of helplessness.

“Who exactly are you?” Aaron’s face flickered with fear as he asked and ignoring his injured companions, he spun around and bolted towards the bar’s door.

“Did I say you could leave?” Apocalypse pointed a finger at him while speaking. Aaron stumbled, his body freezing in place as if struck by invisible chains.

“Come here.” Apocalypse waved his hand, and Aaron was pulled forward by an unseen force. Apocalypse grabbed him by the neck, effortlessly lifting him like a helpless chicken.

“You… you…” Aaron’s teeth chattered, fear choking his voice. He was completely paralyzed and utterly terrified. He’d never encountered a Mutant with such overwhelming power! And he still had no idea what abilities the old man possessed.

“Master, I have subdued him,” Apocalypse reported respectfully to Caesar, holding Aaron aloft.

Master?

Such a terrifying being was merely a bodyguard?

Aaron’s mind reeled as he looked at the youthful-looking Caesar, disbelief washing over him. He couldn’t believe he’d found himself in this predicament.

Shirley watched in stunned silence. These men, who had seemed like invincible demons, were as fragile as infants in Apocalypse’s grasp. Her gaze towards Caesar intensified, a spark of awe igniting in her eyes.

John, however, remained composed. He knew Caesar’s true identity and understood the gravity of the situation. The Brotherhood had truly bitten off more than they could chew – and this time, they had not just hit a rock, but a mountain.

“This is how it’s going to be from now on, I’ll ask, you answer,” Caesar said, taking a sip of his drink and fixing Aaron with a steely gaze. “Are you part of the Brotherhood?”

“Yes, yes,” Aaron stammered, his throat suddenly parched. He felt that any disrespect, any wrong answer, would be his death warrant.

Caesar regarded him with a hint of surprise and asked. “When did the Brotherhood stoop so low as to become a mere protection racket?”

The Brotherhood, founded by Magneto, was once a beacon of hope for Mutants, a force to be reckoned with. Now, they were reduced to petty extortion – a pathetic fall from grace.

Aaron remained silent, unsure how to respond.

“Sir, you don’t understand…” John spoke softly from the bar. “Ten years ago, after the government granted Mutants legal recognition and public acceptance increased, the core members of the Brotherhood largely vanished. Only a reformed faction remains, now the largest Mutant gang in New York.”

“Oh, so Erik isn’t with them anymore?” Caesar inquired casually.

John nodded. “Yes. I heard he retired, and no one knows his whereabouts.”

Aaron stared blankly at Caesar. Of course, he knew who Erik was. He was the legendary founder of the Brotherhood, one of the most powerful Mutants of his era. Most people knew him as Magneto, but the younger generation tended to use his given name.

“Who leads them now?” Caesar pressed.

“Archangel,” Aaron replied respectfully, hoping that the name would elicit some mercy.

“Archangel?” Caesar’s expression turned grim as he glanced at Apocalypse. Wasn’t Archangel once Apocalypse’s servant?

His servant’s servant?

Caesar finished his drink and looked back at Aaron. “I no longer care about the Brotherhood’s rules. This place is under my protection. If anyone dares to return, Apocalypse will eradicate them.”

“Caesar, Apocalypse…” Aaron’s breath hitched. Hearing those two names sent a jolt of terror through him. He remembered the legends – two beings who transcended the boundaries of Mutant power, forbidden entities.

“This is for the music and the damage to the bar.” Caesar placed a large sum of money on the counter, then turned and walked towards the door. “Let’s go, Apocalypse.”

“Yes, Master.” Apocalypse casually tossed Aaron aside, sending him crashing into a table and then slamming against the wall. Aaron lay unconscious, his eyes rolled back.

Shirley watched as Caesar and Apocalypse departed, then looked at the money on the counter and back to John. “Dad, this…”

“Take it. He doesn’t need it.” John smiled. “The Brotherhood won’t bother us again.”

“Because of that man named Caesar?” Shirley clutched the bills, feeling a strange warmth emanating from them. She blushed.

“Yes. His word is law.” John sighed.

The door swung open again, revealing Cyclops Scott and Storm, faculty members of the Mutant Academy and members of the X-Men.

“What happened here?” Scott surveyed the scene, his eyes drawn to the three unconscious Brotherhood members.

“You’re a bit late. The situation’s resolved,” John replied with a grin.

“Who did this? They seem to have dispatched Pyro, the Stone Man, and the Hedgehog Man with ease,” Storm remarked while frowning. A powerful Mutant wreaking havoc in New York was cause for concern.

“It was Mr. Caesar,” John said with a smile.

“What did you say?” Scott and Storm froze, their eyes widening in disbelief.

John repeated, “It was Superman, the god of Mutants, Mr. Caesar!”

(End of Chapter)

Looking at his two severely injured companions on the ground, Pyro Aaron’s handsome face hardened. “You’re dead!”

Fueled by rage, the fire on his right hand intensified, raising the bar’s temperature.

“You old man, you’re a Mutant too! I’ll turn you to ashes!” Aaron roared, thrusting his hand forward. The flame erupted into an explosive fireball, hurtling towards Apocalypse, who still had his back turned.

“Too young and way too arrogant,” Apocalypse shook his head and without even turning his head, he raised a hand. A shimmering shield materialized, effortlessly deflecting the fireball, which fizzled out harmlessly.

Apocalypse’s shield could withstand even the sun’s scorching heat, let alone this petty flame.

“Impossible!” Aaron stared in disbelief. He channeled his power into both hands, summoning a colossal fireball and hurling it forward. As John and Shirley gasped, Apocalypse finally turned. With a withered, ancient hand, he casually crushed the fireball, sparks erupting from his fingertips as it exploded.

“This…” Aaron’s face paled. As a powerful pyrokinetic, he prided himself on his abilities. Yet, facing this frail old man, he felt a crushing sense of helplessness.

“Who exactly are you?” Aaron’s face flickered with fear as he asked and ignoring his injured companions, he spun around and bolted towards the bar’s door.

“Did I say you could leave?” Apocalypse pointed a finger at him while speaking. Aaron stumbled, his body freezing in place as if struck by invisible chains.

“Come here.” Apocalypse waved his hand, and Aaron was pulled forward by an unseen force. Apocalypse grabbed him by the neck, effortlessly lifting him like a helpless chicken.

“You… you…” Aaron’s teeth chattered, fear choking his voice. He was completely paralyzed and utterly terrified. He’d never encountered a Mutant with such overwhelming power! And he still had no idea what abilities the old man possessed.

“Master, I have subdued him,” Apocalypse reported respectfully to Caesar, holding Aaron aloft.

Master?

Such a terrifying being was merely a bodyguard?

Aaron’s mind reeled as he looked at the youthful-looking Caesar, disbelief washing over him. He couldn’t believe he’d found himself in this predicament.

Shirley watched in stunned silence. These men, who had seemed like invincible demons, were as fragile as infants in Apocalypse’s grasp. Her gaze towards Caesar intensified, a spark of awe igniting in her eyes.

John, however, remained composed. He knew Caesar’s true identity and understood the gravity of the situation. The Brotherhood had truly bitten off more than they could chew – and this time, they had not just hit a rock, but a mountain.

“This is how it’s going to be from now on, I’ll ask, you answer,” Caesar said, taking a sip of his drink and fixing Aaron with a steely gaze. “Are you part of the Brotherhood?”

“Yes, yes,” Aaron stammered, his throat suddenly parched. He felt that any disrespect, any wrong answer, would be his death warrant.

Caesar regarded him with a hint of surprise and asked. “When did the Brotherhood stoop so low as to become a mere protection racket?”

The Brotherhood, founded by Magneto, was once a beacon of hope for Mutants, a force to be reckoned with. Now, they were reduced to petty extortion – a pathetic fall from grace.

Aaron remained silent, unsure how to respond.

“Sir, you don’t understand…” John spoke softly from the bar. “Ten years ago, after the government granted Mutants legal recognition and public acceptance increased, the core members of the Brotherhood largely vanished. Only a reformed faction remains, now the largest Mutant gang in New York.”

“Oh, so Erik isn’t with them anymore?” Caesar inquired casually.

John nodded. “Yes. I heard he retired, and no one knows his whereabouts.”

Aaron stared blankly at Caesar. Of course, he knew who Erik was. He was the legendary founder of the Brotherhood, one of the most powerful Mutants of his era. Most people knew him as Magneto, but the younger generation tended to use his given name.

“Who leads them now?” Caesar pressed.

“Archangel,” Aaron replied respectfully, hoping that the name would elicit some mercy.

“Archangel?” Caesar’s expression turned grim as he glanced at Apocalypse. Wasn’t Archangel once Apocalypse’s servant?

His servant’s servant?

Caesar finished his drink and looked back at Aaron. “I no longer care about the Brotherhood’s rules. This place is under my protection. If anyone dares to return, Apocalypse will eradicate them.”

“Caesar, Apocalypse…” Aaron’s breath hitched. Hearing those two names sent a jolt of terror through him. He remembered the legends – two beings who transcended the boundaries of Mutant power, forbidden entities.

“This is for the music and the damage to the bar.” Caesar placed a large sum of money on the counter, then turned and walked towards the door. “Let’s go, Apocalypse.”

“Yes, Master.” Apocalypse casually tossed Aaron aside, sending him crashing into a table and then slamming against the wall. Aaron lay unconscious, his eyes rolled back.

Shirley watched as Caesar and Apocalypse departed, then looked at the money on the counter and back to John. “Dad, this…”

“Take it. He doesn’t need it.” John smiled. “The Brotherhood won’t bother us again.”

“Because of that man named Caesar?” Shirley clutched the bills, feeling a strange warmth emanating from them. She blushed.

“Yes. His word is law.” John sighed.

The door swung open again, revealing Cyclops Scott and Storm, faculty members of the Mutant Academy and members of the X-Men.

“What happened here?” Scott surveyed the scene, his eyes drawn to the three unconscious Brotherhood members.

“You’re a bit late. The situation’s resolved,” John replied with a grin.

“Who did this? They seem to have dispatched Pyro, the Stone Man, and the Hedgehog Man with ease,” Storm remarked while frowning. A powerful Mutant wreaking havoc in New York was cause for concern.

“It was Mr. Caesar,” John said with a smile.

“What did you say?” Scott and Storm froze, their eyes widening in disbelief.

John repeated, “It was Superman, the god of Mutants, Mr. Caesar!”

(End of Chapter)

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