Pain Hurts.

Deadpool crumbled to the ground, his knees buckling without his permission. He had felt pain before, he'd been stabbed, shot, beaten, throttled, kicked, bitten, and jabbed, but they were all specks of insignificance on the scale that this new pain was measured on.

It vaguely registered in the back of his mind the sounds of metal clashing against metal. Were there people there with him?

He remembered a short, hairy, feral man… someone with a switch?

He cried out with the intensity of which the waves of burning, stinging, stabbing assaults were lead across his nerves. His muscles convulsed and he felt like throwing up.

"Wade." Someone's voice drifted into his mind. "Wade. Stand up."

Suddenly, without his consent, his spine was erect, his muscles were taught, and the pain was gone.

Oh no… Deadpool tried to move his jaw. His fingers. His legs. Anything. Nothing responded. Nononononononono. He chanted as he turned unwillingly to Logan.

"Deadpool?" Logan's gruff voice addressed him. Deadpool tried to make his tongue move like he had been able to talk last time, but it seemed they had learned their lesson the first time he sold them out.

"I'm sorry." The cold voice that had accompanied the pain sounded from behind him. "Deadpool's not here right now. If you leave a message, I'll make sure it gets back to him." The voice laughed like it had just told the funniest joke in the world.

There was a ripple effect of muscle contracting up his arm as he raised the blade clamped in his fingers up to Wolverine's throat.

"And, I'd like to thank you in advance for bringing this little pet project back to us." The voice added. "He was a very interesting test subject, useful to have around, without an actual use. At least we figured out how to control his movements. That is going to be helpful when trying to take over your little friend's mind."

There were more sounds around him, but Deadpool stopped paying attention, letting his body do someone else's will.

Someone was going to die for this.

Someone was going to die painfully.

-

Wolverine swallowed shallowly, aware of the sharp point against his throat. Deadpool- no, not Deadpool, Deadpool was gone- held it in place.

"Aw, hell." Logan said.

There were three seconds of silence. Of cold a calm as each side waited for the other to move. Three very short seconds.

And then… all hell broke loose.

Snikt.

Crack.

Boom.

-

Kitty bolted, phasing through walls and barriers, dragging Bobby along with her.

"Did you hear that?" She asked, panicking. It was some sort of pained moan that reached loudly into the night.

"Stop…Phasing…" Bobby called between gasps of air. "Head… hurts…"

"Hurry up!" Kitty hauled him closer and doubled her pace, heading toward the moan.

She rounded a corner, panting heavily. The moaning suddenly cut off.

Deadpool was standing, every muscle tense, blood pooling slightly at his feet, sword in his hand pressed against Logan's throat. There was another figure there as well… one that she didn't recognize. His back was to her.

"Aw, hell." Kitty said.

Snikt.

Crack.

Boom.

-

Kurt had elected to stay in the Blackbird should there be any need for a quick get away. He kept mumbling prayers as he paced back and forth through the cabin, trying to put his hectic thoughts at ease.

His ears perked up as he heard some gut-wrenching sound. Concentrating, he tried to focus on it.

The smell of brimstone filled the cabin and when the smoke cleared, Kurt had disappeared and in an instant reappeared somewhere else.

Storm's feet touched the ground lightly as the rain she had caused started to mist the air. Scott never ceased to be amazed by her control.

"What is that sound?" She turned to Scott suddenly. They both listened to the horrible sound of pain radiating from somewhere.

"That's weird-." Scott started to say. Suddenly there was a loud crack and they were surrounded by smoke, something grabbed both of their arms and there was another clap.

Scott had been teleported before, and recognized the feeling almost instantly. When the smoke cleared a second time, Kurt let go of his arm and Scott took a moment to analyze the situation.

He was standing behind Logan, Deadpool was holding a katana against his throat, and there was a man standing behind him with a gun of some sort in his hand. Behind him were Kitty and Bobby. A security alarm started to blare.

"Aw, hell." Scott said.

-

Snikt.

Logan extended his claws, swiping away the sword and stabbing the other fist into Deadpool's chest, directly above where his heart would be situated.

Deadpool stood still, not wincing with pain or counter attacking. Very steadily he took a step back out of the claws, raised his arms that still were connected to the swords and swiped solidly.

Logan ducked below it just in the nick of time.

Deadpool rotated his shoulders and held the swords up in a ready position. The hallway behind him started to fill with the men in charge of security.

-

Crack.

Kurt teleported from behind Logan to behind Deadpool, attempting to knock the man's feet out from underneath him. Deadpool deftly jumped into the air, surrendering his attack against Wolverine to launch a double attack against Wolverine and Nightcrawler. The twin swords glittered in the sparse lighting as they quickly zipped through the air, slicing at the spots where Logan and Kurt had just been.

Kitty ran forward, phasing through the man with the gun and one of Deadpool's blades as she made her way to Logan's side.

Bobby iced up the hallway entrance, blocking the security, as he jogged up to Logan as well.

"Storm!" Logan yelled, nursing an already healing cut. "Take this place down!"

"What about Deadpool?" She asked, concerned.

"That's not Deadpool." He said.

Storm nodded. She turned her head to the ceiling and her eyes started to turn white.

"No," Scott said suddenly.

Everyone turned to look at him, confused. The security was already almost through the ice, Deadpool was quickly recovering from Wolverine's attack, and the man with the gun had disappeared altogether. Now was no time to be stalling.

"I'll do it." Said Scott. "Everyone get out."

There were protests, but as soon as Scott reached up for his visor, everyone was happy to let Kurt teleport them out of there.

Scott's finger's hesitated for a moment, unused to the feeling of actually taking the visor off, but did his bidding anyway, removing the only shield the world had against him.

-

Boom.

-

Rogue grunted slightly as she used her arms to lift herself off the ground again. 98...99...100...

She flipped onto her back and started on curl ups. 1...2...3...

She was getting restless in this place. The walls were shrinking, the air was getting colder, the place itself became very intimidating.

She couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was happening somewhere, and that it would have been different if she had been there to help.

Remy played solitaire by himself, trying not to be too obvious about watching her burn up some of her energy.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was happening somewhere, and he had somehow caused it.

Only, in his case, it wasn't just a feeling he had. He knew it was a fact.