Chapter Nine

I'm not sure whom it was, but someone made us crash. Logan had been driving roughly around ninety miles an hour through a forested road when something had slashed the tires on the passenger side. I had seen the object; red and black. When the tires were blown the car lost control and started to take a tumble down the darkened road instantly causing flames to erupt around us.

Wincing, I struggled to get out of my seatbelt. I managed to after I started to panic at the smell of the gasoline trickling around me. Crawling from underneath the car window I cried in pain as tiny fibers of glass scraped my palms and knees.

Slash.

Clank.

"He, he it's funny meeting you like this Wolverine. I don't get the whole wolverine thing much though… the animal is so cute! You're definitely not. Not to mention that they aren't very threatening. If you wanted a good name you should have picked something like Buddy Bear. Suits you a bit more."

I eyed my hands warily as they spit out the glass and the skin began to close up. An explosion sounded from the car and I squirmed farther away from the vehicle in an effort to save myself from being decapitated. Twisting my head around I saw two figures fighting in front of the flaming pile of metal in the middle of the road. Scott was gonna be pissed…

"- and then I licked the cheese off the floor. It's not good to waste, you know! It still tasted good, but I got some dust, which was nasty. Oh well! Can't take back what's already been done," the man in the black and red body suit danced around swinging two long silver katana's at Logan. He seemed like he was doing more of a dance while Logan looked similar to a boxer. "So, this one time I was trying to grab some Burger King and I walked in there and they kicked me out because of my awesome outfit! Isn't it awesome? Anyway, I pulled out my gun and was like bang, bang gimme a Whopper or off with your head! Then they gave me a Whopper and fries."

"Do you ever shut up pal?"

A loud gasp came from my throat. Wobbly, I stood on my knees and rushed towards the two figures. I didn't even know what I was doing as I wildly swung my arms around to get their attention, "Stop! Stop it now! Please."

"Your girlfriends ready to play!" the man pointed one of his katana's at me and one directed towards Logan. Although, neither of them made a move as I continued to head directly towards him.

I lifted my hand and a blast of energy pulsed through shooting a gust of thick rocks towards the man's katana knocking it out of his grasp. He was about to swing the other sword toward me and probably chop off my head, but I slammed into his chest and wrapped my arms around him desperately. Sobs erupted from my throat as I buried my head into his stomach.

"Whoa, whoa lady," he yelped completely baffled by my action. "Looks like you're confused. See I'm Deadpool, Wolverine's over there."

"Zoie," Logan shouted angrily. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Wade!" I sobbed harder. "Wade, it's Wade."

"I go by Deadpool sweet cheeks."

I felt Logan tug on my arm, "Get out of the way so I could kill 'em."

"Hey there now," Deadpool wobbled the katana he held pointing at Logan. "I'm the one that's going to be doing the slicing."

"Get off of him Zoie," the dangerous growl made me realize what I was doing. I was hugging a man that was trying to kill my Logan.

I pounded on Deadpool's chest, "You stop it right now! This isn't how you treat your friends."

"I don't even know you!" he exclaimed offended. The statement made my heart clench. I couldn't see his face behind the mask, but I knew Wade's voice from anywhere. Also, his nonsense rambling made it clear that it was him. Wade Wilson was one of a kind.

"Yes you do…" I grabbed the wrist of the hand that held his katana and lowered it. "We all go way back."

"Really? I don't remember you at all. Hmm… maybe it has to do with the fact I woke up with amnesia a couple years ago! Aha, that must be it. But anyway, I'm kind of here to kill Wolverine. It's part of my job."

Smacking his chest I pointed a stern finger at him, "No. He's your friend! Bad boy."

"Hey! I'm a very good boy. I have milk in the morning and eat my sausage links without a complaint," was his sarcastic reply.

"Shut up for a minute," I muttered in irritation. "Who sent you here to kill him anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know! All I know is I'm getting paid if he dies," Deadpool shrugged.

"Look, you are not going to kill him," moving my hands up towards his neck I grabbed the collar of his tight spandex uniform. "And you're gong to sit here and listen to what I have to say! Got it?"

"You're sassy. I like it."

I released my hold around his collar and backed up a bit. Facing Logan I could see him having a mental debate as he watched the scene silently, "Logan this is Wade."

"Yeah, I caught that much," he snapped and I glowered at him annoyed. I could feel the jealousy reeking off of him and it was very unnecessary.

"Meow," Deadpool said in Logan's direction.

"Wade," facing the man again I cocked my head to the side watching him in amazement. "I thought you were dead. For ten years."

"What's your name again?"

"Zoie," Logan grunted irritably. "Her names Zoie."

"Look, I understand you don't remember anything, but you mean a lot to me. I don't know what the hell Stryker did to you… I just… I can't lose you knowing that you're alive," wiping tears away from my eyes I shook my head staring up at the man. I couldn't see his expression at all and it was unnerving.

"You have pretty eyes," he commented slowly. Stepping closer to me he leant forward to look closer at my face. "You seem familiar enough."

"Please, come with us," pleadingly I grabbed his left gloved hand and held it against my chest. I felt it twitch as he felt how hard my heart was beating against my chest. "I'll tell you everything and then you'll see. Please…"

"Sure! I mean, since I'm not going to kill Buddy Bear anymore my schedule opened up," his hand wrapped around my fingers covering them entirely. "Now, where to?"

"To kill Victor," I answered as Logan came closer to my side.

Deadpool giggled, "Killing... That's what I'm best at!"