Sorry for the long wait, it took a long time to get this done. I started this before I uploaded chapter 2, and I just finished. Tell me if you like me writing 3,500 words in each chapter. If you don't like it, I probably won't stop, but I like feedback so comment you buttheads.
Deadpool Point of Veiw
Bold is the half way crazy voice in Deadpool's head
Italics is the really f***ing crazy voice in Deadpool's head.
A few hours earlier...
Deadpool sat on his ass on his chair. He had a bag with Taco Bell burritos in it. He had been hearing rumors about a flying person with a ski mask through his travels to various bars and night clubs. He wanted to see them with his own eyes, and perhaps figure out who they were. He was bored, and curiosity was his specialty.
They could be a mutant like Wolverine.
They could be a whole new kind of sexy... italics giggled at the images that flew through Deadpool's head.
Or they are a dude, and they have no want for us.
C'mon, dudes can be cool, and we don't have anything else to do right now.
I think that you are a horny idiot.
I think that you are a stuffy ass hole.
"Shut up," said Deadpool. "Quit insulting yourselves, and let me think about this, I mean, I can't hear myself over you two."
You always make that excuse.
Well if we let you think then we can sit on our ass, and stay on the comfy chair.
But potentially sexy lady? Please I'm bored!
"Quit fantasizing, this is rated T for 13 and older, although we all know that the 11 and 12 year olds run rampant here," Deadpool winked, "Stick to PG 13 jokes. I'm not stopping you from saying stupid shit, but the author may censor it if we say f***. And look at that I was f***ing right, I'm so f***ing smart, no one gives me enough f***ing credit."
Enough, you get plenty of credit, you get your own movie in a year or two.
When did we start caring about children, and predicting the future?
When we broke the fourth wall.
"You guys are off on a tangent, stop it,"said Deadpool. "Let's go find that flying person."
Great idea!
Terrible idea!
"Get over it, I won't do anything more stupid than usual."
Yea right...
Logan made a choking noise as she stared in to the eyes of the mask.
"Shit,"she croaked as she felt her wings begin to shake.
"Hi," said Deadpool,"you could put up a real good fight if you had the chance."
"Oh hell no!"she said.
"What?"
"You do not just barge in to my house and, come to ether kill me for money or fight with me for self entertainment!"Logan hit the knife out of Deadpool's hands with her tail, and she gave her wings a beat and pushed herself away from him.
"That's not fair!"he wined,"I don't have a tail or wings."
"Well too bad for you," she sneered, using her tail to move the knife across the floor to where she could dip down and grab it.
"Well, I still have guns," said Deadpool.
"And I still have your knife, and I have a very good aim," Logan said.
Deadpool put up his hands,"I would heal if you threw it at me, and then I could kill you anyway."
"Go away," she threw the knife at him and he caught it before it his his arm. She had seen through his bluff well enough that he did not shoot her.
"That was going to hit my arm if I didn't catch it,"said Deadpool.
"Yea, so? I don't have carpet, I can clean blood off the floor, but I do not have the time or money to replace my curtains,"she pointed at the curtains behind Deadpool.
"Hey, I didn't teleport 30 floors up to just leave,"he said.
"28, not 30,"said Logan.
"That doesn't mean anything,"said Deadpool.
Logan ignored him and went to her fridge.
"Idiots wear me out, I'm really hungry,"she said.
"Man, chill, you don't have to be so rude,"he said.
"Ha!"she turned toward him with a cup of yogurt in her hand,"Chill man, I only just broke in and tried to kill you, but, chill,"she said in a mocking tone.
"Pfft, fine,"Deadpool said,"I give up. Do you have any beer or other alcoholic beverages?"
"The legal age is 21."
"Oh, who's the good boy? No one really follows those rules,"said Deadpool.
She replied before he could realize that she was also calling him a child"I couldn't get away with that, everyone already thinks I'm younger than I am,"Logan shook her head.
"Tell me about it, I can't even get drunk,"Deadpool shrugged."You probably could get alcohol if you posed as a girl. I mean, a little blonde wig, a little red dress, and some balloons and you are good to go."
"I have self esteem to keep and wings to hide, and it needs to stay that way,"she sneered,"I was kicking you out a minute ago, was I not?"
"What? Still wanna kick me out? Was it something I said?"
"Um, yea, I do, and yes it was,"Logan tearing open the yogurt and opening a drawer for a spoon.
"Could I stay? My house is far away."
"Go home Deadpool, I'm going to bed. We can visit tomorrow, show up here at 6:00PM tomorrow,"Logan began toward her room.
"Wait, I never caught your name,"he said.
"It's Logan Lewis,"she replied stopping at the door of her bathroom.
"Like Wolverine?"he asked.
"Yes, I was named after him. It was the tag around my ankle that said Logan on it, and I found later that Wolverine had dropped me off at an orphanage, but shit went down and this happened,"she sighed raising her wings.
"Who?"
"Whoever the hell is cruel enough to do this," Logan turned around and pulled up her shirt to show him the scars around her wings.
"Wow."
"Now go away."
"Fine,"Deadpool pressed a button on his belt and he quickly faded out in a flash of blue dust.
Logan woke up in a tangle of blankets with her phone going off. Her tail had knocked over her lamp, and she ached from sleeping in an odd position. Why did she have to wake up at 6:00? It was such a stupid idea to put on a phone alarm. She got up, put on a red shirt, some blue jeans, and a baseball cap. She looked more normal than usual. The next things went fast: eat cereal, put on converse, find a coat, and get out the door.
She walked out of the elevator with a smile, said hello to her doorman, Terry, and make her way out the door. She rode the first bus to the restaurant, and spent the rest of her time working with Alexa to get things going for the day. She learned what to do, and soon, according to Alexa, she would be busting tables, cleaning dishes, and taking orders, but for now she had to learn how to make the register work. She had learned by 8:00 but after that all she did until 2:00, her quitting time, was clean dishes, because it was her first day. She was told she would be payed a check on Friday, and that was the best thing Logan had heard all day.
She found the work was beyond boring, but she dealt with it. She left the restaurant with relief. She soon received a text from Phoebe.
Hey Logan. Want to hang out my house? I can pick U up. Said the text.
Well, what time can I get home? Logan spent a moment on the text. She had never really texted anyone.
What time do U need to be home?
How about 5:30. That would give her time.
Sounds gr8, where R U?
Abuelita's Chilies. Close to the cafe I met you at.
Cool, I will be the cafe in a minute, I have a car.
Logan turned and went to sit on the bench. It was cold, and she could feel a shiver run up her spine as she realized how warm her wings were compared to the rest of her body. Small feathers grew from the scars on her back. They were ugly and small, and they were a reminder of who she had become. She had never been anyone else, but it drove her in to depression, regret, and near insanity that she could have been someone else. She could have been anything else. A few different choices could have been made, she could have been a rejected test subject long before her wings. She could have been a hungry child in Africa, and she would be the happiest child over there if she had known she dodged the fate she was a part of. She could have had a normal childhood. If it was not for Logan or Wolverine himself, she would not have her name, nor her current situation.
Logan, the wolverine was the reason she had her name. She had been found by him. Her parents were never discovered, and she knew little of her past before her earliest memories. She was named Logan because she was brought in a basket with thee scratch marks in it to an orphanage, and Logan was written on a tag around her ankle. She was stolen shortly after she was dropped off at her care home. If only that two year old girl who was Logan had not wondered off. They thought she had died, and it would have been better if she did. She had only met Wolverine once and she hated him.
The moments passed and soon Phoebe ran up to Logan with endless enthusiasm about the day to come.
"Hey,"Phoebe took Logan's hand and Logan looked up in to her eyes. Her eyes were yellow, were bigger than a normal persons, and had slit pupils. Her hair was bright blue, and her wig was really well fit this time, and Logan could barely tell that it was a wig.
"Holy crap. I am going to have a hard time talking to you today,"Logan said moving her head back.
"Oh, the contacts, I can take them off when we get to my place,"she said, still smiling.
"Please. And the wig?"asked Logan.
"It too,"Phoebe.
Phoebe quickly roused Logan and the two got in her car, and from the direction they were going, Phoebe had to live down town.
The two drove only a little ways until they got to a large baby blue apartment building. There were flower beds filled with overgrown, and neglected rose bushes, and there were vine-like weeds working to climb away from the roses. The asphalt looked freshly redone, but the cracked sidewalk looked out of place next to the fresh black. Someone had the gall to put in soil areas but then no trees to fill them. A large light grey striped cat stood grooming itself gracefully on the rail of the 3 stairs leading up to the doorway. The sun was hidden by some clouds, so the scene looked even more gloomy and urban than ever.
Logan had grown up in a small town, and she found that big cites were simply gloomy away from traffic and the daily action of the town. She sat and continued to observe the scene as Phoebe parked her bright yellow car. Logan found the color of the car to be shade too bright for her liking. She got out of the car and came down softly on the ground. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of a particularly stinky car.
"Yea, it's not the best, I don't have the money for Stark Tower or anything... well not yet,"Phoebe said.
"My place is not too shabby, but I got the floor someone died on 5 years ago,"Logan laughed.
"Nah, I used up all my money on cool furniture, and appliances. Then my mom made me move out,"Phoebe began toward the building.
Logan tried to hold back the rush of feelings that the word 'mom' made rush up her spine. "Yea, I just bought the place furnished, it was good enough. I only have a bar for pull ups, and my clothes."
"Oh, but why not more? Books? Figurines? Old toys? Family pictures?"
"I... I..."Logan couldn't bring herself to talk of how much it really hurt to be an orphan. How much it really hurt to have wings...
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Phoebe said her face dropping. "Home for kids, yes, so sorry."
"Yea."
"Let's get inside,"Phoebe lead Logan up the stairs.
"Yes, lets do that."
Phoebe's face rose again, and they made up to the door where Phoebe held the door for both Logan and the cat who suddenly decided to go inside. The inside had pleasantly warm in it's colors. The carpet was beige and red, and the walls were a soft neutral yellow. We rode the elevator up 3 floors and Phoebe led Logan into her home.
Phoebe's house looked messy at first, but Logan realized that was just because the counter tops had a lot of paper and magazines on them. She saw as she went in that the house's entrance went in to a sitting room with tables that had a lot of books on them. She went out of the small room and went in to the main room that was separated from the kitchen by a bar with chairs. By the beginning of the bar and the end of a wall there was a hallway opening. The dining room was visible from where Logan was, and it was covered in blue prints, sketches, and a big lap top. The television was on the wall facing toward the entrance, and many games littered the coffee table below. A book shelf stood off in the far corner of the living room opposite of the bar. It was hopelessly full of books stacked upon books. The ground didn't have any papers or mess on it, but the tables were all crowded with books and paper. She could see manga and anime posters as well as a family picture that looked strange with a mom, a three year oldish child, a dad, and 12 year old goth Phoebe.
"This is cool,"said Logan as she took it all in.
"I don't clean often, I spend most my time drawing, programming, or off at my friend's garage welding or playing with metal,"Phoebe answered.
"Oh, what do you make?"
"I have been working on a robot inspired by Jarvis, but it is a actual mobile thing,"Phoebe began to take off her wig.
"I think you need a few more book shelves,"Logan walked over to the couch and began to crane her neck in search of the channel changer.
"Oh, I really do, but I have to make do until I get can start selling what I make,"Phoebe said, pulling off her wig revealing her light brown hair French braided to her head.
"I get that, I just got a job at a Mexican place so I could bring in what I need to survive,"said Logan,"We all have to do what we have to do to make it in a cruel world."
"Tell me about it."
The two soon were settled watching the television and talking about various subjects. First they talked about jobs, then collage, then friends, then money, then politics, and shoes, and pets. As they went on Phoebe took a bathroom brake and returned with very normal brown eyes.
"Do you have any pets?"asked Logan.
"We all have Chester, the big watch cat, we all love him. He is the pet of the apartment, and Ms. Smith, our door woman, won't let anyone get any other pets so not to disturb her cat,"she answered,"How about you?"
"Me? No, I mean, I can't really..."Logan couldn't figure out how to continue.
"You need a cat!"Phoebe exclaimed.
"Well... I'm not sure,"Logan liked cats and she knew that pets were allowed in her apartment.
"Please,"asked Phoebe.
"Fine, but where do I get one?"
"We can go to the pet store tomorrow. I have been meaning to start a fish tank, and this is my chance to put all the books I have on aquariums to use,"Phoebe laughed.
"Okay, same time?"
"Same time,"she confirmed.
Logan reached down to her phone. It was 5:00.
"I think I should get going, I'm busy tonight,"said Logan.
"Okay, this has been a lot of fun, Logan,"Phoebe smiled.
"Yea, thank you for having me here,"replied Logan.
The pair left in good spirits, and bid a jolly fair well as Logan got out of Phoebe's car to go home.
Logan dropped her coat and fell on to her couch in relief. She was tired, she barely ever left home for the whole day. She wanted to skip her forced visit with Deadpool, but there was really nothing she could do. She would spend her time trying to get rid of him, but that was a huge waist of time, and took too much energy.
She grabbed a blanket, and she felt so tired. Surly it couldn't hurt to sleep a wink. Logan cuddled into the couch, and soon she had fallen in to a deep and wonderful sleep... that was then interrupted by a swoosh of air, and a few blue particles flowing through the air. Deadpool stood in the middle of Logan's rug, and he was bleeding. He was bleeding because his arm was gone... and it was sort of growing back... but still bleeding. Logan cringed slightly at the sound of the drops on her... old rug!
"Oh my god! That f***ing rug was expensive!"yelled Logan, hopping from the couch with a beat of her wings. A feather flew in to the bloody stump that was becoming Deadpool's arm and stuck part way in to the drips.
Deadpool stepped back off the rug, flicking more blood on to the ground and causing Logan to have a miniature, and internal fit that consisted of nearly tearing out of hair (but not), and almost punching a wall (but not), and in the end yelling,"Deadpool, you piece of shit!"
"It's not my fault that that guy pushed me over when a train was passing. I had to leave before it caught on my suit. I want to spare your breakfast, and if the train had taken my suit, you would be throwing up right now,"said Deadpool with a laugh, pulling the feather from the blood causing a few more drops of blood to hit the ground.
"Ha, so blood is not making me nauseous, but you naked will? You sort of get over blood once you've been torn apart and sewn back together again enough times, and I've seen a lot of naked bodies back where I came from,"said Logan beginning to pick up her rug.
"Well, I was not just referring to my nether regions,"said Deadpool. "I have made full grown men vomit because they saw my face,"Deadpool picked the feather from the blood. He looked at it as a tendril of blood fell from it, and flicked it on to the ground. His arm was about up to the elbow, and had stopped bleeding, but blood that Deadpool had already shed still dripped down his body.
"Enough, I don't care to hear about you being naked,"Logan shivered, and began to walk toward the bath tub.
Logan smiled. "Now go away, I have to mop up and clean my rug and, I highly doubt you would pay for my rug."
"I wanna stay here."
Logan looked at Deadpool flexing his scared and grown back arm. Blood covered him up and down. He really was actually to make Logan angry,"I can't let you stay. Come back with no blood on you, and on a weekend,"Logan held up a finger and went to find a paper. She searched one out, and went to get the feather that Deadpool had dropped. Logan scratched her phone number on the paper in the blood, and handed it to Deadpool.
"Shoo."
"Fine, bye."
"Good night,"replied Logan.
Comment if you thought the overboard blood made you cringe... Don't worry folks, there's more where that came from, I like writing this sort of stuff.
