Death's Shadow

By: Randomnormality

Summary:

Everyone has a story. Every single person has a beginning to their story, a point of climax and initially they have an end. Most people have very calm, loving stories. Some stories tell struggles to stay afloat. Some stories are quickly ended, while other stories seem endless.

My story began with chaos...and it can only end in pain.

Pairing: Wade Wilson(Deadpool)/Luna McCloud(Shadow), Wolverine/Raine, Gambit/Rogue

Rated Mature for Violence, coarse language, sexual content and mostly just to cover my ass in the future if things become worse.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, and Luna McCloud is my own original character, and I assure you that she is not a Mary-Sue, though she is a really good combat fighter.

Please leave reviews, I like to know what people think and keep the flames to a minimum...I am very close friends with a pyromaniac and things just end in disaster, trust me.

Story Keys:

"speech" - used in conversation from one character to another
'speech' - used to express thoughts of main character, or emphasis on words
"speech" - used to express any use of telepathic conversations, but this will most likely be used later in the story
'speech'- used at the beginning and end of each chapter. Mainly my Original Character (Luna) speaking to the readers (you).

Enjoy!

Prologue- Waiting for Death

'This wasn't how I pictured Death. I never imagined dying. When I was young, I never believed I would willingly trade my life for the safety of others. How many years has it been?'

The pain seems endless, as though every nerve along my body is being stretched, reaching for what it can no longer grasp. All because of the rather tight collar around my throat, barely enough room for me to swallow without feeling sharpened points pinch into my skin. The bruises, cuts and broken bones haven't healed like they should have, the dull hum of pain rattling my nerves beneath my skin. My vision is blurred. Scents seem anything but pleasant. Sounds seem distorted, as if my head is being held underneath water. Nothing is right.

"Looks like she's coming to."

Upon hearing the vaguely muffled words, I force my eyes open to stare blankly at the man seated before me. I don't have to see straight to catch sight of the triumphant look forming on his face. I don't have to be telepathic to know what he is thinking. He wants to be able to control me, and in turn, he'd gain control over my most loyal companions.

"Now, why don't you tell me why my assassin just refuses to kill you like he's been ordered to for the past two years," the man asks, his eyes cruel and empty.

"I have no problem telling you why," I pause as a glint of success flickers through his eyes, "but that amount of information would cause that tiny amount of grey matter floating within your skull to explode."

A hand connects with my dimple-inducing, smirking face, my cheek stinging and probably already turning red over the previous bruise, "Don't sass me, woman. You must not be that important if you've been here for three weeks and none of your pathetic friends have come to your rescue."

A chuckle leaves my lips, "Rescue? Haven't you seen the type of people I associate myself with now days. They wouldn't put their necks on the line for anyone but themselves. That's why I chose to fight beside them."

My head snaps to the side as the back of his hand connects with my opposite cheek, "Your sense of humor isn't going to help you here."

"Funny that I point out facts and you think it's a joke," I retort easily, feeling a fist connect with my exposed stomach, but I refuse to scream. Inhaling the air back into my lungs, I glare up at the man, "Now, the reason behind your assassin refusing to kill me? You think I know? That man has always been a mystery to me."

"Always?" I wince as the sharpened point of a standard hunting knife glides down my exposed upper arm, "Now those words seem a little strange does it not?"

"For as long as I've known your assassin, he has always been the epitome of a basket case," I reply, "It was only a matter of time before he lost his head in the game."

A burning sensation cuts through my side as the hunting knife is plunged into my exposed side, "I was planning on keeping you, but I have a feeling no matter what I do, you'll always have that arrogant attitude of yours." I choke on a gasp as the knife in my side if pushed deeper, his wrist twisting it causing it to tear into more tissue. "Are you willing to die for someone who has been trying to kill you for two years?"

Forcing myself to inhale- the task proving more difficult than it should be, I groan at the taste of my own blood moving up the back of my throat. Staring the man in the eyes, I know my decision the minute the blood leaves my mouth, slapping against his cheek.

"Go fuck yourself."

I finally release a scream as the blade is roughly ripped from my side, the force causing my chair to fall back. As darkness creeps over my vision, I find that I am not comforted as I should be. No. This darkness is silent, deadly and very cold. This darkness is not the same darkness that I have called my friend for my entire life.

Even so. I find myself proven from all those years ago.

Shadow never left me.

"Shadow," a rough growl causes my eyes to open, but the darkened room seems brighter than my subconscious. Upon seeing the familiar brown eyes, I reach up and cup his cheek.

A strange look, a look I haven't seen in a long time, flickers through the brown eyes, causing me to lick my blood-coated lips, "It's always been you."

A strange sense of lethargy causes me to drop my hand, my weary mind wanting to sink back into the darkness, "S-Shadow?" I try to call back, but my lips don't want to move, "Sh- Luna? Lu? P-please don't do this." Heat wraps around me, causing the cold darkness to seem less comforting, "Lu." The strong voice is broken and I want nothing more than reassure him that I am fine, but my body doesn't comply with my wishes. Something hot and wet presses against my cheek as the heat wraps around my tighter, "It's always been you, Lu. No one, but you."

The darkness wraps around my mind, my heart skipping one more beat as something warm and familiar presses against my still lips.

I guess he never left me either.

'I'm not dying to protect someone who has been trying to kill me for two years. I'm dying to protect the person that gave my life meaning. The very person that changed my life forever. I'm dying to keep Wade Wilson a free man once more.'