Hey guys back again for another round. I hope that you enjoy this as much as the first and as always read and review. Oh yeah and I don't own any of the XMEN characters...or Marvel characters, or whoever else is obviously of my mind.
It's only...
It's only ever been you...
...been you.
Wade!
He opened his eyes for the first time in what felt like a long time. It was strange, but his eyes didn't feel like his eyes, and his body, the one that was lying prone on the ground, did not feel like his either. He felt the all encompassing ripple of ghost pain travel down his body. Had he been hurt? He wasn't sure. Wasn't sure of much. He sat up, his body not aching as he expected, not hurting the way it should.
He stood. It seemed like the only thing he could do at the moment. He looked at all the destruction that surrounded him. It was something that he was used to, he guessed. He wasn't sure how he knew that.
Do you love me, Wade?
Do you...
The place screamed familiarity, the kind that made your heart turn hard. He was angry at the place, suddenly glad that it was gone. He wanted his damn sandwiches.
"Sandwiches? What the fuck?"
He glanced around as if expecting someone to come out and explain the errant thought. He thought about looking for sandwiches but seeing the smoking debris of what looked to be a nuclear plant Wade decided against it. He started walking instead, towards the heap of rubble which he assumed was blocking the way to the exit. As he moved he noticed his bare skin. It wasn't bare.
Well, that wasn't right.
"Aw, fuck me!"
Lines of ebony black tattoo moved up his arms, he glanced at his chest and saw more black. He really really wanted to kick someone's ass. He wasn't certain of anything, but he knew that getting tattoos that covered his entire body wasn't his style. He wasn't a complete fool.
But I wanna be your idiot.
Wade shook his head. He had no idea where the stray thoughts kept coming from. They must have been important, but the way that they kept coming from all different directions threw him. He dug his fingers into the dirt and casually somersaulted over the tall pile. He landed perfectly and continued walking. His eyes noticed the fires, the claw marks that pierced the rubble he had just vaulted over, even the metal construct ahead. He wondered what it all meant. He ran his hands through his hair-his-
"What the fuck!?!?!? What the hell!?!? Who the hell-" Wade spun around looking for the imaginary culprit that had shaved his head. He patted the naked skin once more willing hair to grow back.
Still smooth.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! I black out for one fuckin' second and I wake up bald? What kinda shit is that!"
He wasn't sure who he was, not sure of where he was, but he was positive that he had never once in his natural life been bald. He growled, kicking an ill placed rock that was in his way. It skittered on the ground and stoppd by the body of a woman. She was dead, probably about two hours old. He toed the corpse with his foot and tilted his head.
You're dying Wade.
Wade knew what his name was then. He was Wade. Wade what? And the voice, the thoughts, a woman was speaking them. Did he know her too? He thought of purple and grey eyes, beautiful, pools of color he could sink his soul into. He followed the thought, but lost it again.
"Sorry," he said unsure of why he was apologizing to the body. He supposed it was the right thing to do. He knelt down and closed her eyes.