Hey :) So this is the intro to Deadpool which is based on season 4 of Teen Wolf. The OC is based on a character from the TV show Heroes, but you don't need to have seen it to understand as this is NOT a crossover story (but it is a good show so you can watch it anyway :).
Disclaimer: I own none of the plot lines or characters in this story.
Enjoy :)
A chill colder than death itself rattled through my bones. Tiny painful needles of fear pricked into my icy skin. My eyes were open, but all I saw was black. I felt that I was lying down, flat on my back, my arms pinned to my sides. I wriggled them free and brought them to my chest, pushing them up in front of me to get a better concept of where I was. My fingers were met with something damp and granular. I clawed at it, the strange black substance clinging under my nails and between my fingers. The darkness before me crumbled and crumbled until my body was caked in it. I cried out in frustration. The sound of my hoarse voice startled me and I became aware for the first time how quiet it had been before.
I wiped my hand on the side of my face, accidentally smearing the dark substance across my mouth. It felt gritty between my teeth and I spat once it had filled my mouth with a repulsive muddy taste. It was then that I realised where I was; I was underground.
Then the panic set in. I frantically clawed again and again trying to fight my way out, to get to the surface. But as I did, the small space I was in began to fill up, burying me deeper and deeper under the mud and dirt. I inhaled deeply, the small particles clinging to my lungs, making me cough. I couldn't get out.
I screamed out again and again, my ears burning at the noise. The mud filled my mouth, pouring down my windpipe into lungs that were slowly emptying of air.The fear growled inside of me again as I coughed and choked, before the howling darkness consumed me.
I sat up in bed, beads of sweat rolling off of my forehead and evaporating into thin air. I climbed out of the sheets, mind still swimming with the memories of my nightmare. The bedroom light was still on, not surprising considering I hadn't intended on falling asleep. In fact, I was furious for allowing myself to uncharacteristically slip into unconsciousness. It was the first time in months and I was hoping to beat my personal record. It was stupid really, although my body didn't technically need it, I always felt better after sleeping. However, in the last few years since my 15th birthday, I had taken to sleeping as little as possible. I told myself it was to test my abilities, but in reality I knew it was to stop myself from reliving the same nightmare over and over again every time I closed my eyes.
Standing up I walked out into the hallway of my one bedroomed flat, and made my way over to the kitchen. After making myself a mug of coffee I sat down at the island and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper that had come to be so valuable to me. I scanned the list of names, all unfamiliar but one, Alexia Marshall, my own. I say unfamiliar, but really, they had become so ingrained in my mind after studying them so many times that I could probably recite them backwards from memory, including the odd numbers beside each one.
The numbers. Strange but perhaps the most compelling part to this whole document. Some were the same, but all seemed to be randomly allocated to a different person. I had worked out what they meant only a few days after the list had been slipped under the door of my hotel room when I was staying only a few hours from the mysterious town of Beacon Hills that I now resided in. The numbers were prices. Rewards. The list of names wasn't just a list of names, they were instructions.
Instructions to kill.
It was a hit list, and my name was at the very top.