Wade is one of my favorite characters so I felt like I had to do a story on him too. I know it's a very short chapter, but they will get longer when I have more time on my hands and I'm not so tired. I don't own Wade or any other members of Team-X. Please review! :)
It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. - J. K. Rowling.
I watched as my unconscious body lay on the floor at one of my captors feet, in what could not be a comfortable position. I silently hoped my body would not be damaged by whatever these men wanted from me. But my hopes were crushed when I saw the one with claws, stare down at my body with a glint in his eyes like I was a piece of meat. I resisted the urge to fight him. To fight any and all of them, but I couldn't. I would lose the battle and possibly my body. These men were clearly no good. Obviously so. But I couldn't help but to hope that maybe, just maybe, I could find a way out of this situation to save my body and myself. I thought about how I got into this mess in the first place. Or rather how I was forced into it.
It wasn't suppose to be like this. It wasn't suppose to be anything but another normal day for me. Little did I know the power I was capable of. I had decided to go to the library down the street from my mother's beach house in Florida after school yesterday to return some books, and hopefully checkout some new ones. I love to read so I was there at least once a week. I was working my way through some of the foreign language books they had, when all of a sudden I get this feeling that somebody is watching me. But stupid me ignored it. I figured I was just getting fidgety from lack of food since I skipped out on lunch. So I blew it off. I placed the book I was currently holding back onto it's shelf and put my hand on another that had caught my eye, when I saw movement to my right. I turned my head to see a very large, and very intimidating mutant with claws, stalking towards me with a smirk on his face. Naturally I went into panic mode and darted for the nearest exit, trying my best to run and not inform my stalker of my location at the same time, when from nowhere this guy with two swords jumps in front of me. "Iv'e got her." He said into his ear piece before he swung one of his swords at me. I threw my hands up to block my face. It was stupid I know, but I'm no expert in martial arts and he got the drop on me. White lights shot from my hands, blinding both him and me, before everything went black.
And now here I sit. In a plane of which destination is unknown to me, possessing the body of the sword wielding one whom everybody seems to call Wilson, and the six other men could be any of the wiser of what happened back there. Including the one I now know to be Stryker. The leader of this whole kidnapping and most likely a lot worse. I looked down at my gloved hands and pretended to be occupied with fixing them, but really just trying to not make eye contact with any of the other men in the plane. If they know It's me and not Wilson possessing this body, Id be apprehended and unconscious quicker than you could say 'beat down.' And right now, I think Id rather keep an eye on my body. So ill sit here like a good little girl and play Mr. Wilson, and if I'm lucky, I'll be able to access his thoughts and figure things out before it's too late.