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Sinister worked tirelessly as he constructed his DNA/mind extractor. He had the recordings of Cyclops' DNA and brainwaves from previous encounters. He also had Apocalypse's DNA from over a hundred years ago. He connected the extractor to the satellite he bought recently.

Apocalypse's head was wracked with pain as he listened to the screams that echoed his mind. "Foolish mortal. Because of you, I am still alive," he said to Scott, the former owner of the body. "I should thank your wife the next time I see her."

He was alone in his underground base, to restore his strength and to deal with the voice in his mind. "I will break you," he said to the source of his annoying headache.

"Perhaps," Another voice said.

Apocalypse looked up to see a pale man dressed in black with glowing red eyes. "Greetings, my former servant," Apocalypse said as he stood up. "Your 'creations' failed and I have a new body. I am deadlier to you than ever before."

"I am aware of that," Sinister said as he picked up a gun and aimed it at Apocalypse.

"A gun? A gun?!" Apocalypse laughed as he fired a small red blast toward the device. It shattered into a thousand pieces. "A mere gun cannot destroy Me." he boasted as he grabbed Sinister by the arm and held him. "I can destroy you with a mere glance if I wished."

"I am aware of that fact," Essex said.

"You seem unusually brave," Apocalypse said.

Sinister grabbed Apocalypse by the arm and a strange glow emanated from Sinister.

"Unhand me you cur!" Apocalypse demanded as he blasted Sinister's arm off. The disconnected arm flew off and landed. It wasn't green ooze as it should've been. It was mechanical looking with a series of severed wires.

Sinister grinned as he stood up. Apocalypse felt a strange drain in his mind. He knelt down as he blasted away furiously. "It is too late," Sinister said. "You cannot kill me because I'm not here. I am far away using a telepathic interface to extract that so called nuisance in your head along with some DNA."

Apocalypse felt his body starts to disintegrate as 'Sinister' reached out and blasted away. "I will have my revenge. I'm ... an immortal."

"I will have to correct you on that," Sinister said as his remaining arm transformed into a satellite dish. "Adieu, 'master.'"

Apocalypse roared as his body turned into ooze as he felt parts of his very DNA gets ripped out of his being. 'Sinister' bowed his head down and exploded in a bright flash.

The true Mr. Sinister turned off the monitor. He took off the helmet and rubbed his temples. He smiled as he secretly reveled in his victory over his nemesis. He took out a wine bottle and a glass. He had been saving the bottle and the glass in his private storage unit for over a hundred years.

He popped the cork and poured the soft liquid down the glass. He absorbed the faint aromas of the rare wine before he sipped it. He didn't need to eat and drink but an occasional wine did feel good. He drank the wine and stood up. The celebration was done and he had work to do.

He walked over to a small pod and looked at the brainwave monitors. The monitors beeped as a line spikes up and down in a familiar pattern. Essex had finally regained his former project and for once the X-Men didn't know.