Wade Wilson has found himself alive and well after the battle between Wolverine and Sabretooth. He's lost most of his memories, but remembers one mutant whom he stood guard over in specific. How will she help him regain his lost memories? After looking at some of his past actions, will he want to regain them?

Wade Wilson wasn't sure what exactly happened. He remembered waking up briefly on a surgical table, trying to talk, as was his nature, and finding his mouth not working. He then fell asleep again, as he felt a tingling in his body.

He woke up again later, finding he couldn't move his neck. He could feel his body working, but he just couldn't move his head.

He moved his arms around to see if there was anything nearby he could use to remove the device that was holding his neck and head in place. He felt something hard, and at the same time, felt something touch his right cheek. He picked up the large object, which was smooth, before realizing it was his head, as he felt the fingers lightly touching his temple. He turned the object so he could look at his body.

His eyebrows, or at least what would have been his eyebrows had the cancer not taken over, raised in fear and shock, as he stared down at his own body, holding his head. He moved the head so rather than just staring at the stump where his head should be, he could see his legs and bottom half of his body. They looked normal, other than the scar tissue from the cancer.

Where was he? Or an even bigger question, who was he? Wade noticed something out of the corner of his eye, before moving the hands so he could look at it. It was tricky, but he finally got good at maneuvering the head so he could look at stuff. He could feel his eyes widen as he realized that was a part of his neck. He gently lowered the head onto his chest, so he could reach for the neck.

He grabbed it successfully, before looking at it. A sudden question dawned on him. How was he alive? He was in the middle of some sort of ruins, not strapped to a machine, or anything. The grayish piece of neck had been slipping from the spot where he had set it, which was on the torso. It fell, before leaning up against his stump, thankfully not falling further, or else it'd fall in a hole right next to it. He went to reach for it, but accidentally pushed it against the stump. It hurt like hell for sure, but he couldn't get a grip on it.

He moved the head to see what it was snagged on, before realizing it wasn't even there. What was there, however, was the rest of his neck attached to the torso, instead of two separate pieces. It was like it, to put it simply, magically attached itself. What was the technical term..? Oh yeah, regenerated instantly. Wade's eyes widened, before he picked up his head.

He carefully turned it so the bloody stump was facing the other stump, before pressing them together. For some reason the neck wound had stopped bleeding, which led Wade to believe that his heart had stopped, which was reasonable considering the brain, which controls all motor functions, had been dismembered.

After exactly three seconds, he let go, a smile wanting to form on his features at being back in one piece, but the mouth sewn together prevented that. Could he not die? Was he immortal? No, he didn't want to think like that. He remembered that he was raised to believe in God, and God wouldn't do that to anybody unless they deserved it.

He turned onto his stomach, before shakily pushing himself to all fours. He put one knee against his chest to give him more stability when he tried to get on his one knee. He pushed off with his hands, feeling his thigh muscles stretch taut as he used them to kneel. He looked around to survey the scene better, his neck a little sore.

It appeared he was in a power-plant of sorts. It looked like a bomb had hit, though. Wade shook his head, rubbing at his temples, digging in his mind for a trace of something to remember, but coming up blank, with nothing but a headache. He sighed, before noticing two blades on the ground. They looked like katana's minus the hilt.

Something was coming back to Wade, something about him being an expert fighter with katana's, but that was it. He picked them up, holding them by the non-bladed end, the end where the hilt would have went. He held onto them, in case he needed them. He picked his way across the dirt for a moment, before wondering what time it was. He looked to his wrist, before realizing he had no watch. He looked to the sun, breathing heavily through his nose in a sigh-sounding noise.

7 o'clock in the evening. That was what the sun gave him. So apparently before he lost his memory he was...something. He may have been a hermit who learned to tell time by the sun, or he may have been a boy-scout Head. He doubted that though. For some reason, a Head Boy Scout who knew how to skillfully wield katana's didn't seem right to him.

Wade trudged on, seeing no reason to stop. He felt his stomach growl, but other than that it was fairly uneventful through the corpse of the power-plant. He reached the up-right cone-structure signifying it was a power-plant, before walking around. He was surprised when he saw a government building.

He quickened his pace, as he walked to the building. He went to the nearest door, before trying it. No good. It was a fire escape. Wade walked to the next side of the building, finding what looked like a glass door. He tried opening this, but found it was locked. He looked around for someone, before realizing most likely nobody was here.

Wade kicked the glass in, before unlocking the door. He walked in, before looking behind him. He felt like an idiot. There, RIGHT next to the door who's glass he smashed, was another door, open and propped by a rock. Wade smacked his forehead with his palm, before turning and continuing.

In the room he had just entered, Wade noticed it seemed like a dentists office. There was a secretary's desk, different chairs, magazines on the table, everything. 'Why would a dentist be all the way out here?' Wade wondered. 'There'd hardly be any customers.'

Wade walked into the double doors that were to the right of the desk, before gasping. He appeared in a large room with a lot of machinery in the center. He walked over, seeing different things he could and couldn't identify. An IV, a defibrillator, a heart monitor, and numerous large computers with words he couldn't understand. And in the middle of it all was a metal bed.

There was a doctor's tray nearby holding needles, scalpel's, saw's, and for some reason a file on the tray beneath. He stooped over and picked up the file, before reading the words on the flap, " Deadpool. Weapon XI. Wilson, Wade". For some reason that struck him as familiar. He opened the folder, his eyes widening in surprise. He saw a picture of a man who looked like he belonged in Hollywood with all of the actor's and actress's.

He quickly scanned the folder, before taking in a sharp breath in surprise. There, it had said that he had been decapitated by "Weapon X". Under the word "status" there was another word. "Terminated." Under that it went into simple detail, saying that Weapon XI had simply been beheaded.

Wade's eyes glazed over in thought. So his name was Wade Wilson? He was known as Deadpool? And he was a Weapon? What's this all about? He looked back down to see pictures of him laying down with is head off to the side, the two katana blades nearby. He flipped to the next page, scanning briefly what it said.

It was a contract. It was signed by both a Wade Wilson, and a William Stryker. So now he had a lead. But how was he supposed to follow it? Wade tucked the folder in his arm-pit, before walking through the doors again. He gasped as memories came flooding in at seeing the empty prison block.

"Wade...?" a woman asked, clearly Irish judging by her looks and accent.

"Yes?" Wade asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, making it seem like he was watching the other prisoners also. You never know who's watching.

"When we get freed, what'll you do?" She asked in that Irish accent he found so adorable.

"I don't know. Provided I get out alive, I'll probably find a doctor who can cure my cancer." He said, now turning to the woman, smiling to show her it would be okay. The woman looked down, a flash of pain across her eyes. "What are you gonna do, Theresa?" Wade asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.

"I don't know...I've heard of a man trying to start a school like us...Charles Xavier. I might go see him..." Theresa said, before looking up determinedly, and saying, "Wade, promise me you'll come find me. I mean, when we're free." Theresa said, looking into his eyes, searching for some kind of emotion.

Wade felt his eyes go blank. He knew when he got out, Theresa probably wouldn't anything to do with him. But he said, "I promise", anyway. After all, she had no feelings for him. She just grew attached because he was her captor, nothing more. Theresa nodded, before putting her face against the plastic bars, her cheek barely touching his arm. Wade pushed himself closer to the cell, so he could keep in contact with her.

Wade felt his eyes prickle, but resisted the urge to cry. He wiped a finger across his eyelid, before feeling there was none there. His eyebrows furrowed, as he went back to the previous room, remembering seeing a mirror. He picked it up, before staring into it. Instantly, it fell out of his hand in shock.

Wade didn't know what to do, how to feel. He was feeling so many emotions at the moment. Shock, at seeing himself so horribly disfigured, sorrow for the fact nobody would ever look at him with kindness again, but most of all he felt anger. Anger at those who did this to him. Anger at those who killed him. He felt a fury go threw him. Everything went red, and all he saw was his reflection in the mirror, that mask that belong to those who go trick-or-treating every year. .

When he gained his senses again, he saw that everything around him had been sliced up, as if it had been tossed in a shredder. His finger twitched, and instantly he felt a sharp sting. He raised his hand to his face, seeing the katana's in his hands, the hilt-less metal cutting through his finger. He held the katana in his other hand, watching as the cut healed itself.

Wade picked up the mirror one last time, looking in. This time, the biggest thing he noticed was his lack of mouth. He felt that same anger surging through him before. He had the sudden urge to yell. Before he knew it, his mouth was stretching, trying to create a hole. Wade gripped the katana, before shoving a small amount through the skin, and ripping it. The skin healed instantly, but on separate sides of the mouth, forming what appeared to be pale lips.

"NO!" Wade yelled for what felt like hours. He finally quit yelling, before looking down. He now had two leads. This William Stryker, and Charles Xavier. After he got off this island, he would be paying a visit to one or both, no matter how he did it.

Sorry folks, no humor yet. I'm going to be getting into a bit of that next chapter. Also, during the story, I WILL be breaking the fourth wall a bit, just as in the comics. So remember this throughout the story, reviews make me happy.

-Kilik