Foreword:
Hope you enjoy the new chapter. But take note that while I will still try to upload once a week it may not happen. In the other fanfic that I'm writing it has the same [error type 2] message for a week. So the site hates me, and I don' want to break commitments. Just check over the weekend, and it should be there. If it's not there I have an excuse.
IMPORTANT! There is a notice at the bottom that you should read. After you read the entire fanfic, anyway.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Deadpool, or anything else that is copyrighted in this fanfic.
It was a long, hard struggle to get a picture of Kidpool's face. Deadpool managed to get his son's mask fairly easily and quickly. What he couldn't do was make his son sit still for a photo.
Luckily Weasel had a high-powered tranquilizer gun. The tranquilizer was specifically designed to work on anyone with a healing factor. It did this by using the healing factor against the target. For the healing factor to be used this way the brain had to be tricked into thinking the entire body was damaged and as it tries to fix the nonexistent damage it goes into overload. When it reaches its max ability to search the body it goes into a coma like state. This coma like state only lasts a half an hour, just long enough to take a picture and make a fake I.D.
Coming out the coma state Kidpool found a very real looking passport on his face. He removed it and saw that Deadpool had used scotch tape to keep his eyelids open. Like always Kidpool's eyes were just two large pupils set in eyes that should have been white but were red instead. The eyes were actually the only part of Kidpool's face that he liked.
He hated how childish his face looked. It made him look like a tall seven year old, when he was actually an average twelve year old. Most people couldn't get past the scars to notice how young he looked. Kidpool stopped noticing all the random surgical scars on his face, but his gaze always drifted to two egg like disks above his eyes.
Kidpool instinctively brought his hand up to his forehead. Rubbing one of the disks he felt how smooth the ceramic surface was. Then Deadpool, seeing his opportunity, said, "What are those things?"
"What are what things?" Kidpool said snapping his hand down to his side.
"Those things on your forehead," Weasel interjected.
"I don't see anything on my forehead."
"Try looking up," Bob said seriously.
Everyone looked at Bob."
"… Enough staring at Bob. Honestly, what are they?"
"Ugh, they're artificial seventh and eighth fiber optic sensory devices."
"What?" The three said together.
"I told Deadpool, but not you two, that I have other powers. These powers are not genetic, but come from these disks plugged into my brain."
"Oh," The three said together again.
"Can we transition to something else?"
"Sure, if you promise to explain what the seventh and eighth senses are later."
"No problem there."
"Oh goody! Mr. Sulu, warp speed!"
Weasel couldn't resist and said, "Warp two, sir?"
"No, that is too damn slow! Go to… Transition speed!"
Weasel tried to think of what the joke was. He failed, and said, "What are you talking abo-?"
Exactly one month later Deadpool and Kidpool walked through New York City in their street aliases, Wade and Tito Wilson. Wade was wearing blue jeans, a grey long sleeve shirt, and a brown leather jacket, he also had Giant's cap pulled low. Tito had made rounds to every teen and preteen clothing store in the area. What he bought, and was wearing, was a pair of black cargo pants, a black shirt with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it, and a much too large red hoodie with the hood up.
Wade grabbed Tito by his hood, and pulled him down t a street café table. He then said to his son, "It's later. Time to explain."
"What? We just transitioned."
"But the writer said it was a month."
"I know I have to follow the story, Reason. And, Creativity, I don't like coffee… Not even with lots of cream and sugar… Gah! Deadpool, I'll tell you just to shut these two up!"
A waitress then came over to their table, and said, "How-ly crap! Um, uh, sorry…. How may I… Help you?"
"I'll have a large cocoa vanilla swirl cappuccino, no foam, cream, no sugar, a shot of black coffee, and sprig, just a sprig, of mint," Wade said, perfectly rehearsed.
"Do you have hot chocolate?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I'd like a medium hot chocolate… Please."
She read back their order, and went to a backroom. Everyone at the café heard the sound of the waitress throwing up.
"Ha, you're ugly!" Wade jeered.
"Seriously? You look like you lost a fight with a waffle iron."
"Like I haven't heard that one before. No, really, I haven't heard that one before. But enough stalling. Explain."
"Fine. First, you have your five senses. Next you have your sixth sense, or ESP. Here's the important part; the seventh sense is to comprehend the concepts of the universe around you, like Bullseye's ability to aim. The eighth sense is similar to a spidey-sense, you know, when you get that feeling that someone is looking at the back of your head. That's best I can explain it, but I'm sure there's more senses that I don't know about."
The waitress wanted the pair out of the café. So she made a twenty minute order into a two minute order. After the order was made the waitress interrupted an in-depth conversation on the senses, perception, and Golden Girls.
Both Wade and Tito sipped their drinks quietly. It was one of the few times the two didn't speak. Neither could handle saying nothing. So Wade was going to speak, but Tito beat him to it, and said, "Hey, Deadpool."
"Yeah?"
"Am I a good, or bad, person?"
"Hmm… I could give you a sage answer, or I could give you an honest answer," Wade said with a shrug.
"How about one then the other?"
"Sure. Sage answer; life is not good and bad, black and white, but a grey area. Honest answer; you struggle to be bad."
"That was deep. I was expecting Family Matters or Leave it to Beaver. But how do I '… struggle to be bad?'"
"Let's see… You slapped the butt of Ben Grimm's girlfriend, and then he punched you through a building. Got into a fist fight with Spiderman, lost, and he webbed you to a lamppost. You were arrested by NYPD, and barely escaped. Also, you fought Daredevil and Moonknight at the same time."
"Yeah, I don't get the 'struggle' part."
"It was all in one day, and you didn't mean to slap The Thing's girlfriend's butt, which started everything else. And you felt so sick after, even though all your wounds were healed. Frankly, in this past month after every bad thing that we did you threw up after."
Tito stared into his hot chocolate. After some thought, and inner discussion, he said, "I… I have these… Impulses to be bad, but I just feel so guilty afterward. It's like… I want to get punished for being bad, and when it doesn't work out I feel so… Pukey."
"… I know how you feel," Wade said, and put his hand on his son's shoulder.
"You do? How do I deal with it?"
"When I figure it out, I'll tell you."
"Thanks, Dea… Dad."
"You called me Da-!"
"Crap, Creativity!" Tito yelled, and tackled his father over the table, "Reason, shut up!"
A laser came from a nearby building. The laser struck the table. After it was hit the table exploded. Everyone at the café was hit with splinters, and then ran away.
Wade was on his back, and said, "What the hell was that?"
"Him!" Tito exclaimed.
"Who…? Cable! What are you doing? We're supposed to be friends!"
"We are friends," The mutant cyborg from the future said, "But that child must die to save the future."
"What are you talking about?"
Cable brought himself down from the roof using his telekinetic powers. When his feet touched ground, he said, "That boy will become one of the most dangerous mutants ever."
"That's crazy than me! He's not even a mutant, just a modified human!"
"For now maybe, but it doesn't matter because he has to die before his mutants abilities come in."
"Heh, you're right. I am going to die. Without my monthly cancer treatment my healing factor will kill me. Hell, I'm surprised I've made it this long," Tito said, and then started to cough up blood, "Irony's a bitch."
Afterword:
Oh the suspense! Oh the drama! What will happen? Find out next time.
IMPORTANT! Kidpool/Tito is a mutant and his ability is undisclosed. I want you, the reader, to help come up with a power. Post a comment, or send me a message! Hurry his power will be announced in couple of chapters! Not next chapter so you have time, but some readers have already gotten their suggestions in, so if you want it to be the one I pick you better make a fast and awesome.
