Hi people! I'm back! I've finally put up the first chapter of the sequel! Tell me if what I have written is confusing, because the last bit was hard to write without giving anything away. I hope you enjoy! Please review, favourite and follow!
Fury surveyed the girl in front of him. Determination rolled off her in waves. One hand was clamped around the strap of her backpack that was slung across her shoulder. She was dressed in ripped black jeans, a t-shirt and a black hoodie, just like the clothes she wore when she first came into S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I can think of ten different ways to find Kingpin."
"No. I'm not just going to find him Fury. I'm going to destroy everything he has that isn't good. You saw what he did to those kids Director. What if he has more? What if he has something more dangerous that could level the whole of New York? I'm going to do this, from the inside. Even if it is a stupid ass idea, Kingpin is mine."
"What if he doesn't take you in his ranks?"
"Trust me, he will."
"Fine. Start running. We'll send agents after you. If you're right and he can see this, he'll most likely try and take you in. Now go."
…
That was seven months, sixteen days and three hours ago. Yet, no sign of the Copycat. Most of S.H.I.E.L.D. thought she was dead. Some thought there was a chance of survival. One prayed every night that she was okay. That she would come back to him.
9am, Midtown high school
"Sam! Wake up!" hissed Ava, elbowing him.
"Huh?" he raised his head off the table only to be greeted with a pissed teacher.
"Stay behind Alexander," he sighed, continuing his presentation on the civil war.
"Why can't you just pay attention?" whispered Ava.
Sam huffed. "I was out late last night Ava."
He thought the conversation was dropped until Ava said, "I don't think she's coming back Sam."
He didn't say anything back. What could he say back? He felt like the only one who thought she was still alive.
Far away, in a city called Rome, a girl with long black hair that waved down her back leaned on a wall, waiting for her master's return. Her bright, orange eyes scanning her surroundings. Right now she was in her master's office. It was quite large, with a fancy desk and chair, computers and gadgets at the wall behind it.
"Ah Tigress," drawled her master as he entered the doorway. "Have you got what I asked you to retrieve?"
"Yes sir, I'll bring him in sir," replied Tigress. She went through another door and came back with a man in a red and black costume.
"Ah Deadpool, how nice to see you again," greeted her master.
"Cut the chit-chat baldie, who do you want me to kill, how much money we talkin'?"
Her master smiled, but there wasn't a trace of kindness there. "Oh I don't want you to kill anyone Wade, but I'll pay you say… £1,000? Is it a deal?"
Deadpool tapped his chin, pretending to think. "£2,000 and you've got yourself a deal. Now what am I doing?"
Her master grinned even wider. "I want you to hold Tigress' hand for a few moments."
Deadpool looked at him as if he was crazy. "Hold her hand? You're paying me to hold this beauty's hand? Well, alrighty then, I'm not complainin'."
He took off his glove and held it out to the silent girl behind him. She took off her black, fingerless glove and took his outstretched hand. Deadpool felt a tingling sensation, where Tigress was struggling to keep conscious.
"Alright Wade, you can let go," said her master and he let go. The Tigress stumbled, but stayed on her feet.
"Well if you look at that. You didn't faint. Our… experiments must have worked. Now for the testing."
Her master picked up a sword that was lying on his desk and thrusted it straight through her shoulder. She gasped and screamed, pain flaring through her body.
"What the… And here I was thinking I was confusing," stated Deadpool, confused about what the hell was happening.
Her master ripped the sword from out of her body and wiped the blade on a cloth. "Now we wait for results."
The Tigress was kneeling on the floor, blood flowing from the wound, but slowly, Tigress' shoulder patched itself up, until it was no more than a scab, which still seemed to be healing.
"Good work my dear," congratulated her master. "You can go Wilson."
Deadpool, who was very much bewildered, went out the door the Kingpin entered through. "Yeah, ok. See ya later baldy."
Shortly after, a man in a white lab coat walked in carrying a syringe with a blue liquid in it. "Sir, Tigress' last dosage has almost worn off, and now she has Deadpool's healing factor she'll need this new formula I've developed. I will counteract her healing factor."
Surely enough, her amber eyes were slowly returning back to their original colour, her expression looking less blank and more confused as the seconds ticked by.
"Then what are you waiting for. Give her the formula."
The man jabbed the syringe into the Tigress' arm. Slowly her eyes returned back to orange and she was oblivious once more to what she was doing.
"Tigress."
"Yes master?"
"Return to your quarters. I will call when I need you. We're going to New York tomorrow my kitten. I think you're ready to face S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Yes master."
The Tigress stalked off in a very feline way to her bedroom. She sat on her bed and began pulling off the costume she wore. Finally she removed her mask, revealing the unusually blank, orange eyes of… #cliff-hanger (never really seen the need for hashtags but… nailed it)
Tada! It was a bit shorter than usual, but it was just the first chapter. Here's some questions.
1. Who's Tigress? (what other comic/TV show/movie etc. did I get her from?)
2. Who is the 'master' and who is Tigress?
3. What do you think the formula is?