Hey guys, I know it's slow going so far, but I'm working on it, I hope you enjoy chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Deadpool or any of the characters you recognize from the comics/movie. Obviously.


It was a few hours after telling the recruiter that she would join them that she really felt right leaving her apartment. She had to of course call her parents, but getting her mom's voicemail she left a message not knowing what else to do. "Mom, it's Harper, I got back from the doctor and just fells asleep, but um, he suggested I go to a retreat for people with cancer, they leave today- it was all really last minute, but I'm going to go, I'll um, I'll call you when I can. I love you." she took a shower and then got dressed in a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt before going to pack a bag only to be stopped by the recruiter.

"That won't be necessary, it's a hospital environment." She knew what that meant, hospital gowns. Harper nodded before she locked up her apartment and followed him to the car.

Harper liked to tell herself she didn't regret things, she liked to think she lived life as best she could and if shit happened that she learned from it and never made the same mistake again. But when she got to the facility that the recruiter had taken her to, she had to stop and wonder what exactly she had gotten herself into. The beginning of the check in process started with her filling out paperwork, signing her life away to the people who seemed not to care too much about the paperwork and seemed more to care about taking her personal things, purse, keys, cell phone, clothes. It was embarrassing stripping in front of the two people there who handed her a hospital dress. She took it quickly and covered herself before there was a knock at the door and a pair of men with a stretcher came in. "Is the stretcher necessary?" she asked making one of the men offer her a tiny nod.

"Afraid so." he told her making her sigh but climb onto the stretcher. "Wrists." the man who seemed the be the real talker of the two said before taking her wrists and securing them. Luckily for her she was covered in a small thin blanket and after she was secure and belted down to the stretcher she was taken out of the room.

"Miss Hill, this is where I leave you I'm afraid." the recruiter stopped the men who were talking her down the hall.

"Oh, okay." she said to him before frowning lightly. "Please make sure my parents know that I'm okay."

"Of course." he nodded with a small sense of sincerity that she wanted to believe. It was only when she was pushed through the doors to the next room that she realized her parents would never know where she was. The large room was dingy and dimly lit, looking like those shows on TV that took place in morgues, all green light and slightly filthy, but as someone who had practically spent her entire adolescence in hospitals she knew they were constantly cleaned. This place wasn't a real hospital. Plastic lining hung from the ceiling sectioning off different areas where patients were being worked on, and where other patients waited in their designated areas, strapped to their beds. Harper knew as she was pushed through the room that this was a mistake, that she should have just left well enough alone and accepted her fate of dying at twenty two but now she was here and if she was going to do anything, it was learn from this experience.

After being transferred from the stretcher to the bed she watched as a woman walked in and effortlessly pressed her back down against the bed, like she was a rag doll. She and the men with the stretcher made sure she was strapped down to the bed before the men with the stretcher left and she was left alone with the woman. She had black hair and was a little bit thicker. Not fat, just, muscular. She also seemed to be chewing on a match stick which made Harper cringe, she was much to scared of getting splinters on her tongue to ever do something like that. Aside from the hospital gowns no one here seemed like they were any sort of doctor, no one wore medical coats, no one seemed that concerned about rubber gloves. If it wasn't in the basement of some scary warehouse Harper might actually enjoy the change of pace. But not right now. Right now she was a little concerned about her future as a living, breathing human being.

"Miss Hill, my name is Ajax." the plastic curtain was pushed back quickly and a man stepped in. He seemed to be the only one wearing a medical coat thus far leading her to believe he was the one in charge. "I manage this workshop." mystery solved. Ajax moved towards her and held her eyes open as he passed a flashlight over her eyes, checking her pupil response before he let go and started to press a needle into her arm, something she was so used to, it didn't even phase her anymore. "My welcome speech used to be full of euphemisms, but in time I've grown blunt and I don't like the bullshit."

"Neither do I." Harper spoke up making him raise an eyebrow.

"Well then, as I'm sure you've guessed this program is not a government run program, we're privately owned. As for the powers you've been promised, they will come, but it will not be easy or painless." he told her as he taped the needle to her skin. "This serum will try to expose any mutant genes you have lurking in your DNA. Because the serum is activated by stress, we'll have to torture you." Harper's throat went dry. The realization that she had just signed her life away to these people was becoming overwhelming. "The treatment affects everyone differently, Angel, who you've met already was made incredibly strong. I myself have superhuman reflexes, it will be interesting to see how it affects you. Get some rest Miss Hill. We begin first thing in the morning." With that Ajax and Angel left, leaving Harper alone in the room full of medical equipment, and hooked up to a machine that was sending a mutant mix through her veins.

"Hey, new kid." Harper looked around but didn't see anyone. "Can you hear me?"

"Y- Yeah." she spoke, realizing the male's voice was coming from the little area behind her.

"Welcome to superhero camp." the voice said. "Don't let what Ajax says freak you out, it's actually pretty nice here."

"Oh I could tell. For a minute I thought I was in a country club." she replied making the other person chuckle.

"Keep that sense of humor Kid." he told her after a small pause. "You're going to need it here."

"What's your name?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Wade. What's yours?"

"Harper."

"Well good luck Harper. And remember, no matter how rough it is, keep your sense of humor." Harper smiled lightly before looking down at her arm that had the IV in it. The serum felt like ice going through her veins, and soon the feeling would go throughout her entire body. It seemed like a good metaphor for the whole situation. She had been cold since she found out she was dying, and now as she lay there on the bed she was freezing.

"Hey Wade?" she called.

"Yeah?"

"You think if we call room service they'll turn up the heat in here?" she asked making him chuckle.

"What, the ice box temperature isn't what you were looking forward to?"

"Well if it was I would have booked a room in the ice hotel in Sweden."

"Oh I'm sure when Ajax comes back we can mention it to him." he replied making her smile. There was something about Wade's disposition that made her feel like there was someone who cared. She would have to do everything she could to make sure she kept her sense of humor, and something told her with him in the next "room" that would be easier than it seemed.


I know it was kind of a short chapter, but the next one will be longer, I promise. It will also include scenes of torture so if you're not down with that, just be warned.