Trials of Blood
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A/N: This is based off my own headcanon, which I was inspired to create into a series of fanfics. Originally I was keeping them for myself, but I decided, what the hell. Anyways, if you have a problem with my headcanon or have a problem with my eventual pairing which will be evident as my otp is my two main characters, then you can just stop reading. I will ignore all flames, as I do not have time for hate. Constructive criticism is always welcome though. I hope you all enjoy this and continue to read as I post more. Also, this is going to be written in 3rd POV Limited. Meaning, I will be writing for Laura, keeping myself out of Wade's head. I know most people don't do this, but I feel it will be a greater experience at the moment to focus on how Laura reacts to, sees, and perceives him as well as any of the things he does or says because of his Dissociative Identity Disorder. In the future fanfics that are connected to this as a series though, I will be delving deeper into his mind as well, so just be patient.
Ch.1 The Official Meeting
The sound of metal grating against metal broke into Laura's mind, which for once was not reliving her life in a nightmarish blood bath, yet instead was filled with odd sounds of a bear groaning and someone occasionally mentioning something concerning tacos. Though as the disruption ended, she could still hear the original sounds, and she realized she was now awake. She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a small cot, staring at a dark stone roof with a barred and locked door in the center. She pushed the blankets off her body and sat up. The dark stone east and west walls matched the ceiling, but the north and south walls were a smooth black surface. Laura bet herself it was some kind of glass. On the east wall she noticed a door that was labeled 'bathroom', and on the wall opposite that was a row of tiny metal doors, similar to the lockers she'd seen in Megan's school. She noticed the tiny slit in the north wall, one of the ones made of the mysterious black glass, and realized it was just the right size for things such as trays of food to be passed through. She turned to the south wall, near the head of her bed and saw a small table with two chairs, and finally she turned her attention to the source of the grumbling and food talk. A bed against the east wall, across from hers, where lay a muscular man outfitted in red and black with a full face mask. She vaguely recognized him from a slew of jumbled memories though her brain was still trying to make sense of the situation. She noticed the various weapons dangling from the posts at the head of his bed, and she glanced past the head of her bed to find a pile of boots. Whoever brought her here knew her well.
She stood and ignored the creaking bed springs as her bare feet carried her over the cold stone floor to the boots, each pair identical. She heard the groan of the man and the creak of bed springs, but she ignored it as she bent over to grab the first pair.
"This is one of the best sights I have ever woken up to." The man said from behind her. She turned back to him, boots in hand, and found him sitting on his bed, obviously leering at her body in her black leather pants and black cleavage-bearing crop top.
"Do you know where we are?" She asked as she sat on the edge of her cot and began pulling on her boots.
"Is this not heaven?" He retorted, again his eyes scanning her body.
"Considering my previous trips to hell, I do not imagine they would allow me in here if it were heaven and I did happen to die, and from what I know of you, I can say the same stands." She answered.
"Well you're mean." He crossed his arms in front of his chest as if he were pouting. "So is that a no on the sex?"
"It is not a yes." She stood and walked to the center of the room, to examine the cage door above her.
"So maybe …" He stood. "That works for me." He looked between her and the door. "Need a boost, Short Stuff?"
Laura ignored him and jumped straight up and grabbed two of the bars. She pulled herself up and let herself sniff the air. It was dank and smelled of sweat and blood. She listened and could hear murmurs and shouts, a mixture of voices some feminine and some masculine, some crying to be free and some discussing those in cages though she couldn't make out what exactly they said, it was like they were behind a wall. She let go of one bar and extended one of her claws to test it on the bars. They wouldn't cut. The bars were made of solid adamantium, just as her claws. She released the other bar and landed back on her feet.
"Whatcha got, Junior Wolverine?" He asked, arms still crossed over his chest.
She ignored his jeer. "We are not the only ones they have. I can make out at least fifty other voices of captives. There are also other people here too, though I do not know why. They appeared to be discussing us though."
"What about smells?" He asked.
"Blood and sweat. Water. Fear. Anger. Hunger. Desire. Lust." She stated matter of factually.
Lines creased his mask as if he were furrowing his brow. "Are you sure you weren't sniffing me?"
"I am sure." She glanced back to his bed, taking notice of the guns. "You have a healing factor, correct?"
He hesitated. "Yes. Why?"
"My claws could not cut the bars. I need you shoot the north or south walls as well as the lock on the door. If the bullets don't break through and rebound, you and I should be fine." She explained.
"Did they really put two psychos in a cage?" He asked aloud.
"It appears so." He then answered himself, or well repeated what one of the voices said aloud.
Laura cast him a look at his personal conversation as he walked to his bed and grabbed a gun, part of her brain could appreciate the pleasing aesthetic his body had while the rest of her just saw him as a tool to utilize. He turned and pointed at the lock.
"You gonna move, or stay there so it can hit you in the eye when this doesn't work?" He asked.
Laura unsheathed her claws in response. He shrugged and fired twice at the lock. The bullets didn't even make a dent, and as they fell back toward Laura, she raised her claws and sliced them in half. They clattered to the ground in pieces, and before either person thought of a remark, Wade fired twice at the north wall. Again, no reaction. The bullets didn't even rebound, instead they fell to the ground.
"Well that was more anticlimactic than I was hoping." He carried the gun with him as he returned to stand beside her.
"It appears they have thought well ahead." Laura commented. "I believe they plan to keep us here for a while, though I can not fathom why. There appears to be no measures in place for testing, so we cannot be here because of Weapon X."
He stared down at her with his eyes squinted. "Okay. Now I have to say it, you seem familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"
"We have met on multiple occasions." She didn't look at him, instead she wandered to the north wall and examined the glass. "Though I have met you more than you have met me, in a sense."
"In a sense of … what? Did you have a wet dream about me?" He grinned.
"It was a trip to the future. Myself and the rest of those who made up X-Force at the time met you, after you escaped from accidentally locking yourself in a freezer for eight hundred years." She replied without looking back at him.
"Sounds like something I'd do." He nodded.
"But what about the other times? You say we have met on multiple occasions, so can you give me some ideas?" He asked.
Laura held up a hand to shush him.
"Seriously, I want to know I don't remember meeting someone so hot. I-"
"Be quiet." Laura commanded.
"Did you just-"
"Shut up. I hear voices." She stated angrily.
"Well so do I, but you don't see me-"
She ripped the gun from his hands and shot him in the leg, and then she pushed the gun back at his chest, and he grabbed it as his leg healed. She turned back to the glass and got closer to it. "I think there are people on the other side. I can almost make out their shape."
Before Wade could comment or shoot her. The room filled with bright light from holes on the ceiling that they hadn't previously noticed. The black glass that was both north and south walls now appeared clear, and they could see crowds of finely dressed people on either side of their room. Past the crowds were more cells of people they could recognize staring around them in confusion. Two people to cell, each just like theirs. Each a hero or villain with powers, either mutant or otherwise. The people outside the cells were plainly human. They stared in the cells with grins and pointing at each of them. Laura and Wade both noticed the suited men and women leading the groups of people. Outside each cell was a stand planted to the ground giving the back story and name of each member the cell held. In the glass's reflection, they could see their own names and histories reflected back at them.
As another group of people made their way past the glass, Laura turned to Wade. "We are in a zoo for their entertainment."
He smirked as she turned back to the window. "Then why don't we give them something to watch?"
Snikt! She unsheathed her claws and stabbed them through his thigh.
"Will you stop that?" He shouted and pulled her claws out of his leg.
"I gave them something to watch." She replied in such a flat tone, that it took him a moment to realize she'd made a joke.
Together they watched the last group walk past their cell, and after a few minutes they heard a heavy set of doors open and close. The lights remained on, and everyone looked around, as if waiting for a bomb to go off.
The crackle of a cassette tape beginning echoed through their cell, and from the looks of the others, they figured they heard it as well. Laura counted five seconds before a deep male voice started to speak. "Welcome each and every one of you. You should be honored to be here. I am the Gamesmaster. One of you knows me very well, and the rest of you will know me soon. You were each chosen specially for your history, your pain. I feed off pain, emotional trauma. At this moment you are all feeding me. You ask why I have brought you here, but it is not so simple as one might think. In my previous host, I had what seemed more than my fill, but it was not enough. I needed more. I collected you all, and together you will all make me stronger so I will be able to shed my shadowed form and possess my original body once more. Keep in mind, my name. I am the Gamesmaster. You will all find yourself facing trials with the one you are paired with, and each trial is designed to allow me to get the most out of you. Some of you will not survive this, but each of you are offered the same opportunity. Succeed through all thirteen trials and I will release you and your partner, fail and you will remain here as endless feeders for me. Your first trials will begin tomorrow. For now, get to know your partner, after all, your life is in their hands. Your first mealtime will be brought to you in an hour."
The lights and the sound died at once, and once again, Laura and Wade found their cell barely illuminated by the lights above their beds. Laura's jaw was dropped and her expression frozen.
"What's wrong?" Wade asked.
Laura shook her head. "It does not matter. We must find a way out."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Feel free to review. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but keep your flames to yourself.