DISCLAIMER: Do not own Legend of Korra or Deadpool.
A.N.: Well, the first year of University is coming to an end and Comic-Con is literally right around the corner (it's the 23rd as I'm writing this and I got tickets for this Sunday). So why not take advantage of the fact that all my work was finished early to just churn out another chapter? I might have a bad night sleep tonight, but that's normal for me.
UPDATE: I really started writing this chapter 3 months ago? Christ, I'm slow! Also, I am aware that Turf Wars part 1 is out in stores, but I had my copy pre-ordered since March and I'm getting it next week. I hope it's good!
While I'm at it, quick review response:
BROKEN Draco Master: Thank you for your kind words, sir/madam!
mpowers045: Well, who else would it be?
HockyfistDJGOD: Yeah, the next few chapters will be kinda fucked up.
So, usual shit: swearing, violence, torture, brief nudity and potential fourth wall detonating with a Creeper from Minecraft. Enjoy!
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Now that Mako's ego was no doubt bruised, Korra had landed inside a garbage truck that happened to be passing by under the bridge and happened to be heading to her home. The stump left from where she cut her hand off was still leaking blood into the pile of rotten food, black bags and used condoms. However, none of this mattered to Korra, as she thought back to what has just transpired in the last half-hour.
"Rock, meet bottom."
Oh, right; she still needs to do her narration. Carry on, Korra.
"Thanks. Anyway, when life ends up being breathtakingly fucked, you can generally trace it back to one big, bad decision."
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At least a few days have passed after Korra called up Agent Smith (or Raiko, same thing) and now, she was on a stretcher being moved through dimly lit corridors, for some reason having a bunch of green lights along the way.
"The one that sent you down the road to Shittsburgh. This? Well, this was mine."
Korra noticed that the stretcher was slowing down as they reached a double door. And who else would be there other than Agent Raiko, still presenting himself with the same smug aura and superiority. So of course, he was more than jovial when he saw Korra arrive.
"Miss Wilson. Nothing warms my heart more than the change of someone else's. You finally hit 'fuck it'."
Had to bring that up, didn't you? Still, Korra reminded herself of why she was doing all of this; Asami. She's doing this for the person who truly tried to help her in her recovery and still loved her for who she is. So, speaking with a voice that had become somewhat raspy due to her surprising silence, she only had one request.
"Just promise you'll do right by me… so I can do right by someone else."
"Of course."
And just as she was being wheeled in…
"And please don't make the super-suit green… or animated!"
Couldn't resist.
As she was being carted through the large room, she saw what kind of hell hole she would be in for the next… however long this would take. On either side, she saw men and woman with bloodshot eyes and pale skin, while others had some… defects, such us a topless woman with bone-like spikes sticking out of her back, and another guy who was panting and covered in blood while strapped to a table. She felt uncomfortable just looking at the grimy, slimy, dirt-ridden shithole she was gonna stay in for a while.
And of course, the best way to cope with any bad situation (for Korra) is to joke about it.
"This place seems sanitary. My first request is warmer hands."
As she kept talking, a pair of men picked her up and put her on a leather seat that had been flattened out, strapping in her arms, legs, and waist.
"And, Jesus, a warmer table! You should really come up with a safety word, fellas. I'm thinking "Pork-and-beans"."
The men walked away, making room for a surprisingly tall… woman? That's a woman, right? Well, she had her hair tied back into a long ponytail at the top of her head, but the most defining feature was the eye tattoo on her forehead, making her look like a genderswapped Tien on a bad acid trip. Doesn't help that she has a scowl on her face that'll give Satsuki Kiryuin a run for her money. Oh, and she had a matchstick in her lips, but that ain't important. What is important was that she was tightening up Korra's restraints
Quick; cue Korra's wit!
"Aren't you a little strong for a… lady? She's a lady, right? What's up with the matches; oral fixation? Or are you just a big Nuktuk fan?"
The tall woman's scowl grew deeper, as she put her hand over Korra's mouth, shutting her up while squeezing her face. She likely would've popped her skull, if it weren't for:
"Patience, P'li. All in due time."
There he is! As the now named P'li removed her hand, Korra came face to face with the man who "saved" her. What to do? Blabber on, of course!
"Are you here for the turn down service or what?"
"Hm, we have another talker."
"I'm just excited about my first day at super hero camp — "
"Shut the fuck up!"
Having enough of the Merc's blabbering, P'li shoved a leather gag into her mouth, giving the bald man the chance to quickly look at Korra's eye with a flashlight.
"Ms Wilson, my name is Laghima. I manage this workshop. My welcome speech used to be filled with euphemisms like, "This may hurt a little", or "This may cause some discomfort.". But I've grown blunt."
As he speaks, he plugs an IV into the skin of Korra's left elbow, preparing a machine filled with blue liquid.
"This workshop isn't a government led program. It's a private institution that turns reclamation projects like yourself into soldiers of extraordinary abilities. But if you think super human powers are acquired painlessly, well... I'm injecting you with a serum that activates any mutant genes lurking in your DNA. For it to work we need to subject you to extreme stress."
Said serum started flowing through the IV and into Korra's skin, for the first time since her arrival filling her with a sense of fear.
"You've heard the whole, make an omelette break some eggs thing, right? I'm about to hurt you, Korra. I was a patient here once myself, you know. The treatment affects everyone differently. It made P'li inhumanly strong."
Korra looked to the woman on her left, seeing a smug sense of satisfaction on her face.
"In my case, it enhanced my reflexes, and scorched my nerve endings so I no longer feel pain. And in fact, I no longer feel anything."
It's here that Korra starts to mumble, trying to tell Laghima something, but the leather gag obviously getting in the way of that. With a nod from Laghima, P'li removes the gag, allowing Korra the chance to breathe properly again.
"Thank you! Thank you… You have something in your teeth."
Laghima couldn't help but smirk, though he did start to feel around his teeth with his tongue.
"Just in the middle there. Romaine lettuce, or something. It's been bothering me for a long time."
Laghima then took his chances and looked into a nearby mirror, exposing his teeth… only to see nothing. Korra just made an ass out of him, chuckling all the while.
"Ha! Made you look! Hey, is Laghima your real name? Because it sounds suspiciously made up. What is it really? Kevin? Ruth? Scott? Mitch? Dexter? (putting on a fake British accent) Is it Basil Fawlty?"
"Joke away. The one thing that never survives this place… is a sense of humour".
"… We'll see about that, pop spice."
"I suppose we will. She all yours."
With that, "Laghima" turned and walked away, no doubt to work on the other subjects.
"Oh, come on! You're really gonna leave me alone here with less bitchy and photoshopped Kim Kardashian?"
P'li had heard enough at this point, grabbing Korra by the forehead and punching her in the face, leaving small dots of blood all over her face and knocking her unconscious.
Needless to say, stuff's gonna go downhill for our "hero".
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And that's where we'll stop, because I left you guys hanging for long enough. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you want more stuff from me, I have a blogspot where I am posting my own reviews on stuff. If you're interested, I'll leave the weblink on my profile page.
Thanks for reading!
