So I was reading this Spideypool story, one where they're soul mates and don't realize it because of the fact that it's only Spiderman and Deadpool who know each other, not Peter Parker and Wade Wilson but then wham! Suddenly hit with inspiration.
Which kind of became one with an idea that I've had a while now, but couldn't figure out how to explain.
Until now.
She refused to look at it. For years, she's covered her wrist with something-her Omni-tool whenever she was let out, a bandage, hair bands, just anything she could get her hands on so she wouldn't have to look at the name that belonged to the man who had never come.
She used to look at the name everyday, trace the letters and hope to whatever deity was out there that he would find her to take her away from this forsaken place.
To save her from the experiments that went on in here to not only herself but to her only family left, her brothers she was supposed to protect, and other test subjects Cerberus had nabbed from their homes. But he never came, and she was forced to endure the things the scientists and doctors would do to her for some kind of breakthrough. Had listened to the screams of the others as they were tested on for so called science.
She stopped shedding tears a long time ago over the injustice of it all, but as she presses a thumb to her wrist at where she knows his name is, she's kind of glad that the scars from how many needles and knives they've taken to her skin has covered the name a little bit now.
Now she can barely make it out, but the knowledge that it's still there burns inside of her, fuelling her anger for not only him for not saving her but for Cerberus because of what they've done to her and her brothers.
The doctors have told her that they could bring the name back, that she'd be able to see the name Garrus on her wrist again but she always refused. Because even if she did meet him, the only thing scarier then losing him, she thinks as she stares at the scars and barely there letters, is that she might actually find him, or he might find her, only for them both to see that she doesn't deserve him in the slightest because of the monster Cerberus turned her into.
I'm not sure if I'll update this. But maybe I will.
You never really have things confirmed with me, either way. Because I get distracted easily, you realize and when I do get into a mood to write something, I usually latch onto it and write until there's nothing left.
Review, please?
