A/N: Well, I've decided to skip with the disclaimers, since you all know who everybody belongs to. So there. On a side-note, I'd like to thank Zarsthor for everything she's done for me, seeing as she's done so much, I can't count it anymore. On another side-note, happy new year everyone! I know this chapter is a little late for that, but I'd still like to wish you a happy new year! But, enough with me, go ahead and read the chapter.

Chapter 10: My Inner Voice Comes Out

"What the-?! Bicycles?! How are bicycles possibly going to save us?" I yelled back to Deadpool.

"You'd be surprised," he said as he pressed a button on a remote. Wait a second, where did he get that from?

Ahem, what did I tell you about using italics?

That they're yours.

And?

And that was it. All you said was that it was YOUR thing, nothing more, nothing less.

Oh, well don't use them ever again, or I'll personally drive you to Crazyville, population: YOU!

That ship has sailed.

Oh really? The U.S.S. Unstable isn't at its port? That's odd. They said they would be excepting prisoners-er, I mean passengers all year round.

"Been there, done that. And it was surprisingly roomy in that cabin, thank you very much," said Deadpool.

"Who are you talking to?" asked Domino.

"Do I interrupt you when you're trying to have a conversation?" countered Deadpool.

"Well actually you do, quite-"

"I do not! I respect your right for freedom of speech…ha, yeah right. I'm Canadian, sucker! Speaking of Canadians, isn't it high time our even-tempered, metal clawed, and all around nice friend, Wolverine shows up in this fic?"

What?

What?

"What?" asked Electro. Why is he still following us?!?

I think he's lonely.

"What?" asked Domino. And what is SHE still doing here?!?

Maybe she's lonely too. And nice job of avoiding the italics.

I highly doubt that she's lonely. Isn't she currently a member of some team or other?

I don't know; do I look like someone who keeps tabs on her?

Well you very well could, considering I haven't seen your true form yet.

I'm not a telepath!

That's what you keep telling me, but you don't sound very convincing.

Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!

"What?! I can't hear you over these vampires screeching in my ear! Could you repeat that last part?" yelled Ace, followed by a metallic clang, which I'm guessing meant that Ace finally decided to start hurting the vampires.

Maybe he threw the spade down at the ground angrily, and started cursing the naked sky about how awful his life is.

I didn't hear any cursing. And why is the sky naked?!

I don't know! It's an expression! I have absolutely no idea why they say the sky is naked!

Maybe there's a physical embodiment of the sky and he decided not to wear clothes today!

That's ridiculous!

Well there's a physical embodiment of Death, Infinity, Eternity, Eon, and countless others, so why can't there be one of the sky?

Just because!

Because why?

Because I said so.

I hate that rule.

"So do I, kid. It's really annoying when you-" Deadpool was interrupted by the blue-eyed, luck manipulating mutant.

"It's also annoying when people cut you off halfway through your sentences," she said, still running next to us.

"Seriously! What are you doing here anyways?!" I said to her.

She shrugged and continued running, "I actually have no idea."

"Well, the author had to have some character for me to build my jokes upon, right Pirate Pete?" said Deadpool.

"Would you please stop calling me that!" came the reply.

"Not until I get my deposit back," said Deadpool.

"And what's your excuse?" I asked Electro, who was floating along beside me.

"You said we would finish our fight later, and I have nothing else to do." He also shrugged.

"He's also our pathetic villain who gets utterly humiliated at his own cost! Plus, he doubles as an errand boy," said Deadpool.

"I do not!" protested Electro.

"Do so! Now go get me a refreshing beverage," said Deadpool.

"I…I will obey…could be a little nicer about it though," he mumbled the last part.

"What was that last part?" said Deadpool.

"Uh, nothing, I said you're a super nice guy and you deserve to be president."

"That's what I thought you said," said Deadpool menacingly.

Hmm…Deadpool for President. I suddenly pictured a poster of Deadpool pointing at me with the slogan 'Vote for Deadpool' up at the top and the phrase 'Or Else He'll Kill You' printed across the bottom.

I could totally picture that.

That's because we're the same person, and if I could see it, then so can you.

Eh, makes sense to me.

Well since it made sense to me, then it'll automatically make sense to you.

Not unless I do…this!

Suddenly, I felt a pulling sensation within my entire body. I watched in fascinated horror as an alternate version of myself stood directly across from me, but, since we were still running, I ran right through her. She passed through my solid body like a ghost…or Shadowcat. I glanced back at her, only to find that she was running right behind me. She looked evil: her clothes were black where mine were white and red where mine were gray; she had an evil smile on her evil face and her evil brown hair framed her evil face almost exactly like mine, except more evilly; her green eyes were filled with…you guessed it, evil.

"Wow, it's nice to know you think so highly of me," said a familiar voice.

"What do you mean?" I said out loud. Everyone stared at me.

"I mean I'd be a really good president, thank you very much," said Deadpool, holding onto mine and Domino's hand, and commanding we do the same with whoever we were standing next to. "Quick, everybody hold hands!"

"May I ask why?" asked Electro.

"No you may not…and I thought I told you to go get me a refreshing beverage!" said Deadpool.

"That's right Sophia, you have to hold hands with me," said my evil self.

How can they not hear you?

"I was a part of your subconscious, therefore only you can see and hear me," she said, grabbing my hand.

"Aha! So you are a telepath!" I said to her. The rest of the group stared at me.

"Hey guys! Wait up for me!" called Ace from behind, followed by another metallic clang and some human groaning. I believe Ace has just been disabled. Poor guy.

"I'd rather not wait for a vampire! I prefer being human! Plus Death doesn't like the half-dead, and I want to stay on her good side," said the merc with a mouth. "Hey, it's a title, it needs to be capitalized!" said The Merc with a Mouth. "That's better."

"And this fic just gets crazier and crazier," said my evil self, right before Deadpool teleported us all away. 'Away' meaning the roof of some ugly skyscraper. Wow, we are really high up. I feel like a bird, or a plane, or…SUPERMAN! WHOOSH!!

"Your mind is seriously messed up, you know that?" asked my evil self.

"Yeah, I know," I said out loud. Everyone stared at me.

"Who are you talking to?" asked Domino, probably concerned for my mental health.

"What? I didn't say anything," I said to them to try and get them off my trail.

"Yeah, they aren't suspicious of you or anything like that," said my evil self.

The groups' eyes narrowed simultaneously, like they had planned it out. I couldn't help but giggle. Deadpool shook his head and pulled out a few stapled pieces of paper and flipped through them.

"Ah, here we are." He stopped on one page and said, "Blade will show up sometime soon, so I'm just going to let him handle this."

"…What?" asked Electro.

"And, cue the X-Jet," said Deadpool, pointing at an area next to where we were sitting. And, right on cue, the X-Jet flickered into vision with the stealth mode disabled. It landed on the roof, the boarding bridge came down, and out walked Cyclops, Wolverine, and Jean Grey. Ah, the famous love triangle.

"We heard you could use some help, Wade," said Cyclops.

Deadpool folded his arms across his chest indignantly. "Help? Why would I need that? I've got everything under control," he said as some smoke rose to the sky in the background.

"Doesn't look very 'under control' to me," said Wolverine as he sniffed the air. "Someone smells funny."

"Hey, don't look at me." Wade put his hands up in a motion to keep Wolverine away.

"Not your kind of funny, a bad funny," Wolverine said, looking straight at me.

"How can there be a bad funny?! My funny is actually pretty good, thank you very much," said Deadpool, crossing his arms across his chest once more.

"You just keep thinking that, Wade," said Cyclops.

Jean didn't say anything, but she was looking at me with the same look that Wolverine had. Well, maybe not the exact same look, since Wolverine naturally has this fierce look about him, and Jean was noticeably nicer than he was. But it was that kind of look, the searching kind, like she was looking for something. Crap, I forgot she was a telepath. Time to use my mutant ability to read people's emotions.

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to concentrate on the emotions of the people around me, and not on the current argument that was going on between Cyclops and Deadpool. Okay, looks like Wolvie is first. I opened my senses to perceive his emotions, and was instantly flooded with the sense of suspicion. Hmm, I suspected as much. Okay, time for Jean. I switched my concentration to Jean and got the same sense of suspicion, only this time, it was layered with a little concern. Cyclops' turn. Again, I switched my concentration over to another form and got some anger and irritation from the leader of the X-Men. Hmm, and you'd think being a leader and all he'd stay a little calmer.

He's just angry at Wade.

What the-?! Who are you?!

Calm down. I'm-

And things just get crazier and crazier! Special thanks to Quicksilver915 for the idea of Sophia's inner voice coming out. I'm going to use this font for A/N and these endnotes from now on, so you guys don't get confused. Because I know just how confusing I can be. Keep on reviewing!