Cable — X-Men97

Love. The greatest tragedy and pleasure the world could offer. A double-edged sword that could strengthen you, but also disarm you. And for Cable, that was a scar too difficult to erase. Everything had happened too fast that time; you two met on the battlefield, shattered by loss and yearning for a new tomorrow. You bound yourselves together in a small pact. Childish to many, but hopeful to others. A pact of love, forged from the ashes. But nothing can go right in this man's life, can it? What once united you also tore you apart. One morning, a final kiss, and a final breath. Your eyes were closed eternally, before the hands of Apocalypse. Or at least, that's what everyone thought...

Years later, when the X-Men learned the truth behind the name Cable, and what it meant to be a Horseman, an old shadow emerged from the rubble. And the dead began to rise. No lengthy monologue was needed; the simple strike of lightning, which he knew all too well, was enough for him to understand the situation that was unfolding. Before him stood the woman he had once loved with all his heart, the woman to whom he had promised a better future, and deep down, he knew he had failed her. A grimace of horror immediately crossed his face. His hands, pressed against the recoil of his weapon, trembled beneath his chest.

"No, it can't be... not you..."
I whispered angrily, with a mixture of pain.

A sadistic smile spread across your face, and without a second thought, noticing his vulnerability, you leaped at him, ready to attack. Cable managed to dodge with a single blow, leaving the mark of your fist embedded in the ground.

"Escaping won't do you any good. Surrender, and perhaps Apocalypse will have mercy on you."
You exclaimed with a devotion that was almost frightening.