"The fuck?" Logan exclaimed when he heard it. He was taking his smoke-break outside, mostly to avoid pissing off Scott, when he heard gunfire from somewhere in the woods around the X-Mansion. Remembering Laura was out there, he ran towards the general direction of the shots, and eventually, he heard something which startled nearby birds in every direction. It had to be the loudest and highest pitched scream he ever heard. And he heard plenty of high-pitched screams. He knew it wasn't her. Most likely whoever the attacker is. Or was, judging by that scream. As he ran, he knew he was getting close by the smell of blood and...something else. Something too familiar.
"Oh hell." Logan thought to himself. "Not this guy. Anyone but this guy."

"OH GEEZUZ!" Deadpool screamed as he clutched his already-regenerating-
"Don't write it! They might read this out loud!" Deadpool groaned. Still moaning in agony, he rolled over to his side while Laura cleaned the blood from her foot in a bush, hoping there was nothing else on it.
"Why did you do this?!" Deadpool asked, his voice muffled in the grass. "Why would you ever do that to someone?!"
"You tried to kill me!" Laura snapped. Deadpool straightened up and looked at her.
"I try to kill plenty of people, and manage it most of the time!" Deadpool told her. "Why you mad? It's not personal!"
"But why?" Laura asked, extending her claws again. "What are you, some sort of-
"You've never heard of me?" Deadpool asked, sounding genuinely offended. He stood up and stared at the girl. "Deadpool? The merc with the mouth? The regenerating degenerate? Ninja Spider-Man?" Neither moved or made a sound. "Not ringing any bells?" Laura shook her head after a pause. "Okay." The mercenary said quietly. "Okay. Nah, it's fine. Its not like I'm a big deal or anything." He forced himself to chuckle before taking a deep breath. Within the blink of an eye, he drew his guns again and fired.
"I wasn't gonna kill you before!" He shouted. Laura dodged the bullets as he spoke, bracing herself for his next attack. "I was gonna rough you up a little, put you in a hospital for a couple weeks and snatch some cash from those Weapon X douchenozzles while screwing them over, but now..."
Laura froze, slowly lowering her arms. "Weapon X?" She turned pale.
"Now I'm gonna kill ya, bee-otch! I shall avenge my-"
Three blades burst through the mercenary's chest. He gasped and looked down. He was then hoisted upwards, his flesh tearing against the claws.
"What the Hell are you doing here!" Logan snarled. Deadpool looked back at the mutant.
"Oh hi Wolvie." He said, as though this happened to him many times. "Long time."
"Not long enough." Logan growled before throwing Deadpool at a tree, his bones shattering on impact.

"We are approaching the AO." the pilot announced . "ETA: 10 minutes." The strike team of 6 shifted in their seats in collective discomfort. Every inch of their bodies were covered in black kevlar armour, their faces hidden behind skull-like breathing masks. None of them liked the idea of who they were going after, but what greatly fed their unease was the asset standing at the back of the helicopter.
"So what good are these gonna be?" One of the soldiers asked, retrieving his rifle. "I mean, sure, we aren't going after the Wolverine, but the target is a clone of the freak!"
"We're just the support." another responded from the opposite side. "We'll just keep the little bastard busy while he-" he paused, risking a glance at the mutant, who still hadn't moved. "It takes it down."
" I dunno." a third soldier commented. "Shouldn't we have waited for the merc to do it?"
"Wade Wilson cannot be trusted." a voice growled, echoing through the helicopter. The soldiers quickly turned towards the asset, surprised by his first words onboard the chopper. He was now facing them. "The mercenary is insane, but not stupid. He will likely have figured out who hired him, and after the processes involved in his mutation, he is unlikely to willingly cooperate."
"So he's screwing with us?" Another soldier asked. "If they're paying him to kill X-23, and he knows who he's working for-"
"He's probably just gonna fake her death and take the cash." the last trooper interjected. Silence filled the helicopter on this. X-50 turned to face the door once more.

"Ow." Deadpool groaned as he sat up, his entire skeleton having already regenerated. As his blurred vision cleared, he noticed two figures in front of him. He soon recognised them as Logan, crossing his arms and glaring at him as he usually does, and Laura, kneeling towards him with her claws inches from his face. Without thinking, he tapped the end of one, murmuring "boop" before recieving a slap to the face.
"Well." he said. "I see someone's well trained in the art of the bitch-slap." He recieved a fist that time. "You insisting on a-"
"Shut up." Logan interrupted. "You mind telling me what you're doing here?"
"But you told me to-" Logan nodded at Laura, prompting her to punch him again. She failed to supress a smirk. She enjoyed this.
"Alright, I'll talk." Deadpool responded. "But can I make a quick phone call? I wanna talk to my lawyer." Laura raised her fist again, forcing herself not to smile. The mercenary noticed this.
"Ah, the good cop/bad cop routine." he observed. "Okay, I'm on a job. Here." As he spoke, he withdrew the document given to him by Stockton. Logan snatched it before he could loosen his grip. As he read it, Logan's anger became increasingly visible.
"Killing kids now, huh?" He asked, his voice rising close to a shout. "Even I thought you were better than this Wade." Laura turned to him in confusion.
"You know him?" She asked, almost accusingly.
"Unfortunately." Deadpool gave a quick gasp as if in shock.
"Is that any way to speak to me?" he asked, producing fake sobs. "Your brother from another mother?" Laura kept her gaze fixated on Logan, silently demanding an explanation.
"Laura, Wade Wilson. Wade, Laura Kinney." Logan said after sighing in annoyance, gesturing to the two of them accordingly. "He's another one of Weapon X's lab rats." Laura's questioning expression quickly changed to one of surprise and alarm. "Like us?" She asked, not noticing Deadpool dragging himself to his feet.
"Allow me to clear up some plot here." He suggested. He straightened his posture, placing both arms behind his back and raising his chin, an attempt to mimic some sort of dramatic story-teller. He raised his hand to the air as he began speaking. "Once, there was a mercenary named Wade Wilson. A professional contract killer and raging sex machine."
"Ah geez." Logan pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked down, shaking his head.
"One fateful day, this marvelous exemplar of a man, master of the battlefield and bedroom, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. All hope was lost, until...they came!" Deadpool continued, using the most melodramatic tone of voice he could manage.
"The Weapon X programme." Laura guessed, already suspecting where this was going.
"The Weapon X programme, indeed." Deadpool confirmed. "They promised to cure his illness, and they did, but at a price." His voice lowered to a whisper. He paused before continuing, raising his arm to hide his face in mock despair. "They mutated him with a serum created from the DNA of their prized hairy midget pig-"
"Say that to my face, bub!" Logan growled, his claws extending instinctively.
"But the healing powers bestowed upon our tragic hero proved to be his curse." Deadpool continued. "Horrible tortures and experiments did they inflict on their prisoner, knowing that he can never die. By the time he escaped, he was no longer the murderous ladies-man he was." Deadpool remained silent.
"Well?" Laura asked after a moment. Deadpool raised his hand, gesturing for her to be silent.
"Pausing for effect." he explained. "Okay. Once his ordeal had ended, he was now the hideously disfigured immortal killing machine you see before you! Deadpool!" He raised his voice as he finished. He then tore off his mask. Logan gave no reaction towards his face. He was already used to seeing it. Laura placed both hands over her mouth automatically, eyes widened in horror. She now understood why he wore the mask. Who wouldn't if their face, and possibly their whole body, looked like mutilated cancerous meat. "Like what you see? This little side effect of being me?" Deadpool asked, his mouth opening into a toothy grin. Laura forced herself to lower her hands, her mouth still slightly agape.
"Come on, bub." Logan said. "Since when did you care about looks?" Deadpool stuffed his head back into his mask.
"Excuse me?" he replied. "That's rich, coming from the guy who looks like a flea-bitten version of Hugh Jackman!"
"Like who?"
"Exactly!" Deadpool yelled pointing at him.
"And you're still working for them, despite what they did to us?" Laura asked him as her anger started to resurface.
"Nope." Deadpool stated. "They hired me to kill ya, and I get a mouthwatering pile of cash. But even I've got standards!"
Laura folder her arms, narrowing her eyes at him. "So you weren't trying to kill me?" She asked skeptically.
"I don't kill kids, but they thought I'd make an exception, especially if I didn't know it was them. My plan was brilliant!" he boasted. "Step 1: Take the job without them guessing I was onto them. Step 2: kick your ass without kiling you, which felt weird to do if I'm honest. Step 3: kill their asses after taking their cash!"
"That was your plan?!" Logan asked. "Even for you, that's-"
"Awesome?"
"A huge pile of bull!" Logan finished. "Sounds like something from a comic book or some shit!"
"Nice work, dumbass!" Deadpool scolded him. "Now there's fourth wall pieces all over the floor!"
"What?"
"The point is" Deadpool continued. "I'm honestly offended you thought I would actually work for the same turd-buckets who ripped my whole life a new one!"
"What did they do to you?" Laura asked, breaking her silence. "How did you end up like...that." Logan snapped his gaze towards her, surprised that anyone could be sympathetic to the mercenary. He scoffed as he answered.
"Worse than whatever you got." He responded before realising he made a mistake. She now appeared as angry as when they fought.
"You have no idea what I've been through." She growled.
"Oh really?" Deadpool asked. He leaned forward torwards her. "I was stuck in that dump of a facility for so long, I can't even remember how long it was!"
"I was born and raised there." Laura responded. "My whole life was 14 years of Hell before I got out."
"Ooooooooooooh." Deadpool exclaimed. "I was dissected while concious!"
"when I was seven, I was locked in a radiation chamber and cooked alive!" Laura told him, glaring.
"I was locked in a box of ice water for longer than enough for someone to get frostbite!" Deadpool stated.
"They ripped my claws out, coated them in adamantium and shoved them back in!" Laura replied. "I wasn't sedated or anything. The scumbag in charge said he wanted to hear me scream." Even Logan looked uncomfortable at this.
"Who was it?" Deadpool asked. "Ajax? Francis?"
"Rice."
"Stupid name. Anyways-" Deadpool continued. "I was sealed in a glass pod and suffocated, mostly because my 'guy in charge' was a sadistic bag of assholes."
"I was forced to go out and kill people and they got paid for it!" Laura growled at him.
"Alright, that's enough." Logan interrupted. While Deadpool was clearly comfortable talking about the horrors he had endured, Laura looked angry enough to go on a mass murder spree just to vent her rage. And it only grew by the second.
"Need I mention my face again?" Deadpool asked. "I saw that 'OMG that's so horrible' look on you. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to judge people by-"
That was it. Before he could finish his sentence, she lunged forward, driving both pairs of claws into his chest again, and hoisted him upwards.
"THEY MADE ME KILL HER!" She screamed in his face.
"What?" Logan blurted out at this. He and Deadpool both stared in silence. Gritting her teeth, Laura glared intently into the eyeholes of Deadpool's mask. She turned her head towards Logan and her face fell. She's used to him being calm and straight-faced about most things, or so angry he loses all rational thought besides ripping apart whatever's causing him grief. But now, for the first time since she's known him, Logan looked genuinely shocked, at a total loss for words.
"Well." Deadpool started. "That escalated quickly." Laura dropped him, turning her back on both of them. "Okay, you win. You got screwed over more than-" The mercenary's words were cut short as she slammed her fist into the side of his head. Then she ran into the woods.
"Hey!" Logan called. "Wait a sec!" Nothing. She was gone. He grabbed Deadpool by the back of the neck and hoisted him upwards. "Dammit, Wade!" He growled.
"I know, I know." Deadpool sighed as he pulled out his pistol. He then fired a single bullet through his head as he announced. "Bad Deadpool." Logan dropped his limp body and ran after his clone, frustrated that following her scent was made more difficult by its similarity to his own.

"Strike team in position." One of the soldiers spoke into his helmet's microphone, transmitting it back to their superiors.
"Affirmative." The whole squad heard in response. "Proceed with caution. Target is extremely dangerous and hostile. Use of lethal force is authorised."
"Like that'll mean shit." One of them thought in despair. What good would 6 humans with rifles do against a mutant freak whose entire upbringing revolved around killing people? The squad collectively froze at the sound of metallic footprints coming from the helicopter. Looking back, they watched as X-50 exited the aircraft, and at last they could make out his appearance properly. He was adorned in similar black body armour to them, but visibly thinner and lighter. The armour around his arms was an exception, significantly thicker in contrast to contain his weapons of choice. A belt of grenades was wrapped around his waist and a revolver was holstered on his left thigh. His face was, mercifully, hidden by an airtight black helmet sporting a red X-shaped visor. On noticing this detail, one of the soldiers barely stopped himself from laughing, finding it too silly for such a dangerous creature. X-50 stopped and looked at him. The man stared back, daring not to move. After a moment, X-50 turned his head from him and kept walking towards the woods.
"Uh." One of them started. The clone stopped again. "Shouldn't we stay in formation?" He asked. X-50 did not look back at him.
"Negative." He answered, his low voice sounding more like a growl than speech. "I will retrieve the rogue specimen myself. You will secure it for transportation back to the Weapon X Programme. Understood?"
"Sir, yes sir." The soldiers replied as one, saluting as they did so. X-50 surveyed the woodland around them. They were just outside the property of professor Charles Xavier. As long as this mission went according to plan, they should accomplish their objective with minimal hostile mutant interference. X-50 strode into the forest, eagerly anticipating his first battle.