AN: Hey guys. So I'm kind of ridiculous. I know I already have two other stories that aren't even close to being finished, but this idea hit me the other night and I couldn't help but go with it. I promise The Only Exception and Abduction are not being abandoned. I have been wanting to go back to those stories for quite some time now and hopefully this story will help get my "writing juices" flowing again so I can revisit them soon. Anyway, here's chapter 1, it might be a little confusing but I promise it will all make sense eventually. Please review! I love the feedback!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC's.
"If you run, we're going to chase you Lucy. I have to chase you." His tone was almost pleading. In any other situation, it would have surprised me-the hint of desperation in his voice. It was so unlike him. We stood there for a long moment, ignoring the rain that was streaming down our faces and soaking our clothes.
Fuck his desperation. It did nothing to quell the resentment that continued to hit me in waves. I was drowning in my own fury and I let the anger swallow me whole.
"You're a fucking coward Wade Wilson." I tried to look him square in the eyes, to prove to him how much I meant it. Or maybe it was to prove it to myself.
Wade took a step forward, backing me up against the wet brick wall of the ally. It was then that I felt it, the familiar burn building just beneath my skin and I clenched my fists in frustration. He met my glare with an unwavering and indignant gaze that suddenly had me wanting to look any where but at him.
"Yeah? Whose the one running?"
He took another step towards me, his body just shy of being pressed against mine and I felt the burning intensify, the electricity surging through me. What had over the months become an accustomed and expected side effect of our proximity was now like a disease I could feel crawling through my veins. It was too much, he was too close. Wade may not have shown any sign that he also felt it coursing through him, but I knew he did.
My breathing was rapid as the pressure of our connection continued to build. He was just too close. I needed him to back up or I felt like I would explode.
I tried to hold him at bay, placing a hand against his chest. Averting my gaze as best as I could, I pleaded with him. "Wade... Back off...I can't-"
As usual, he ignored me. "Deal with it." he said and bent forward until his forehead was pressed against mine. Annoyingly, my body began to hum from the contact.
He closed his eyes and breathed in. "Don't make me hunt you Luce. I really don't want to hunt you down." He said softly.
His words echoed in my head and I felt my fury raise back up to the surface. I knew what he was saying. He may not want to hunt me, but as sure as the day is long, he'll do it if he has to. Wade Wilson's loyalty was truly only to himself.
What a fool I had been.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I allowed the electricity to build until the hand I had placed on his chest began to glow, the white hot light heating my fingertips. He must have felt the warmth, because suddenly his eyes were open and he raised his hands defensively, slowly backing away. He studied me, and I could already tell he was weighing his chances of subduing me without his swords before I could take him out with my new found ability. He was quick, but in this circumstance he wouldn't be quick enough and I think he knew it.
"Just let me leave." I said, holding my glowing hand up in front of me.
Wade's all too familiar smirk was sad as he continued to watch me. " Doesn't look like I have much of a choice beautiful."
"No," I said watching him carefully. "You don't." With every step away he took, I could feel the hum beneath my skin begin to subside, making our connection slightly more bearable. I was grateful.
For a brief moment I considered blasting away, and ending it all right then and there. Stryker and the rest of them would definitely be at a disadvantage finding me without Wade's abilities. I might actually have a chance.
I kept my eyes on him. His own hazel eyes squinted occasionally as the rain hit his face, and I watched as the water dripped from his hair. He was as beautiful as he was deadly- and make no mistake, Wade Wilson was a whole new brand of lethal. Static crackled from the device on his hip, cutting through the sound of the rain hitting the ground.
{ Wilson! Do you have a 20 on Carmichael?}
His eye's were apologetic as he reached for the receiver.
{Wilson! Do you read me? Come in.}
"I have to do this. I have no choice!" I suppose I was trying to reason with him, although I don't know why. I knew it wasn't going to change anything.
"I know you think you have to." he said and my heart broke as I watched him raise the handheld receiver to his mouth.
"I hate you." I said as a tear fell down my cheek, mixing with the rain running down my face.
He held my gaze for a long moment. "I know."
And then I was running. I could hear him radio in our location from behind but I didn't look back. I ran to the end of the ally and out into the open city. I told myself to run until I thought I couldn't run anymore, and then run some more. I would have to get used to it, because for the rest of my life, I knew I could never stop running.