Chapter One
It all started in Canada, 1900. A woman gave birth to me, doesn't matter who the woman is because all she was was a package to carry an item. And yes, since I am the main character of this "fanfic", the item is in fact me, Wanda Wilson A.K.A. Lady Deadpool. Now back to the origin.
What Ajax or the motherfucker that wanted me was not expecting was a mutant child. I was supposed to be a man-made mutant, not a natural born, but that did not stop him. My powers consisted of teleportation, I was able to teleport to near by places, nothing to drastic. I was about 10 years old when it started happening.
They injected me with a blue serum, I remember crying loudly because the needle was huge in my perspective and even injected me with some red and yellow liquid, fuck, I hope that was not blood. I remember Ajax telling his partner that he needed to put me in lots of stress that can kill me, but will stop when I am close to death. I remember it was during this time I was starting to have an attitude problem. They made my life a living hell, but there was no way I was going to let them break me.
The name Ajax sounded familiar, I feel like I've seen it some where in the washroom, but for sure I know that was not his name. They had just dunked me into a pool of slim, which was really gross and the worst part some of that shit got into my mouth. They allowed me to shower and that's when I saw it. There was a lab coat hanging from a pole, I squint my eyes to see the nametag and it read, Francis. On the sink there was the bottle, the bottle of Ajax.
When I got out of the shower trying to hold my laughter, I was roughly grabbed by Angel and was put on my usual hospital gown. I was once again roughly taken to my normal hospital bed, I don't think hospital bed are this bloody thou. Then Ajax comes in. "How are you, little Wanda?" He says while caressing my face. I gave a funny grin.
"Well, I feel much better once I found out my name is not Francis. Where did you get Ajax from, the dishwashing soap?" I can tell that my answer angered him by the face he made and also by way he yanked me from the bed and dragged me to a cylinder clear cage, big enough to fit a person. I was shoved inside the cage and strapped, so I wouldn't be able to struggle. "What the fuck is this shit," I cussed.
"This, little Wanda, is going to be the device that unleashes your man-made mutation or it can either kill you," he chuckles. "This will lower the oxygen and at the point you feel you are about to die, it will turn up the oxygen and leave it at that point. Have fun," after that he closes the opening. And when that door closed it did exactly what he said it would do, and man, I would never take for granted of the air I breath again.