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Also, let me just say French is not my native language and it isn't even my second language. So, if there's any issues with how I used the language or whatever, just blame Google translate.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, Deadpool, or anything else that obviously isn't mine. I own Raven, Kyle, and Dana (even though she's a crazy bitch). Enjoy!
Raven was sweating with effort as she drove her fists into a punching bag. She moved back and forth on the balls of her feet, striking the target with a special type of rhythmic accuracy. She wished she had 'real' superpowers. Like being able to shoot fire out of her hands like her younger sister or to be able to manipulate kinetic energy like Remy for instance. But no, she was just a freaky good healer with the ability to leech off other people; which she didn't like all that much. Sure, she'd get their powers for a duration of time, but she often would get glimpses into their lives. That was just depressing, especially when she used to work as a mercenary.
"So any idea where that crazy sister of yours is?" Wolverine asked from behind the large bag. He was serving as her spotter, since for once he didn't have much work to do and they haven't gotten a chance to hang out much since she got her voice back.
"She could be anywhere." she replied, striking the bag with extra force "Magneto had hideouts all over the country. Dare I say all over the world. But I'm sure you knew that."
Wolverine ducked as Raven flipped up into the air, delivering a series of kicks onto the bag before landing and continuing her punches. He knew it would be a sore subject to bring up, but for her own protection and the protection of the non mutant population he had to ask. He had been searching for any place where the estranged Pierce sister could be, but she sure knew how to keep a low profile.
"I just am asking cuz we're having a hell of a time finding her without much to go on."
Raven ducked to evade an imaginary enemy before delivering a strong right hook to the bag.
"I know." she panted, delivering a series of other punches "I wish I could help you, but Dana never was a sentimental type. It was all business with her, even as kids. She would only favor one place over another if it was strategically beneficial to her."
That didn't narrow things down much. All over the USA, there were plenty of strategically secure places: the Rockies, the Appalachians, hell...even in Mt. Rushmore if she was really a clever girl.
Raven stopped striking the bag and held it, leaning her sweating forehead against the beaten sack.
"I really wish I could tell you more, but my sister is as much of a mystery to me as she is to you."
Wolverine nodded as the pair switched places. He began delivering swift punches and kicks of his own to the bag. He struck the bag with great force and speed, giving a small hint as to how he got his name.
"I can understand that." he replied "Trust me."
Raven raised an eyebrow as she moved with swinging bag. He seemed to be hinting at something. She couldn't imagine what, especially since she had broken into records a long time ago and read his file.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of blue run past the door to the training room. It didn't bother her, though. When you live in a huge mansion full of mutants, seeing strange flashes of colors from time to time. This one was probably Nightcrawler playing a game with some of the kids. Jeeze, he was the nicest German she had ever met. A bit too religious for her tastes, but still nice.
Unaware of the blue, Wolverine continued to strike the target. Raven lost herself in the clinking of the chains and the steady beating of Wolverine's fists against the target.
"Logan!" a large blue, furry man in a nice business suit who Raven recognized at mutants rights activist Hank McCoy, exclaimed from the doorway "Thank goodness! I've been looking for you everywhere."
Wolverine stopped hitting the target and turned to address his old friend. Raven joined him, trotting by his side loyally.
"Hank? What is it?" he asked. Each time Raven had seen this gentle blue giant on TV, he had always seemed so professional. Now he seemed desperate, almost wild.
"You need to see the news! It's awful!" Hank exclaimed. Wolverine nodded and the trio ran out of the training room.
"By the way, I don't think I've introduced myself." Hank said to Raven as they ran side by side through the vast hallway "I'm Hank McCoy."
Raven nodded as they rounded a corner. She had always admired Hank for the strides he had made for mutant rights. Without him, who knows what she, as well as her fellow mutants, could've been subjugated to. She owed him so much, and he didn't even know it.
"I'm Gwen Pierce." she replied "But most people call me Raven. It really is an honor to meet you Mr. McCoy, even under these circumstances."
He smiled, showing off a bit of his fangs.
"So you're the girl that I have heard so much about. We should talk more under less strenuous circumstances."
They made it to the common room. The news was on and people of all ages were crowded around the huge flat screen TV. The trio pushed their way to the front. Over the dull roar of the crowd, Raven could hear bits and pieces of the breaking news. There was something about abductions, but other than that she couldn't tell.
"Turn it up." she instructed to the student in control of the remote. The child obliged and turned the volume up.
"The nation was shocked today when fifteen mutants were abducted between late last night and this morning." the news lady said in a stern voice "We have footage from the latest press conference of the issue."
Raven placed a hand over her mouth in shock and grabbed Wolverine's hand for support. There were abductions late last night? That means she had put not only herself in danger, but Kyle. Come to think of it, could Wade be in danger of being kidnapped? What about Gambit? Oh God, where was Rogue?
"Last night, our great nation was shaken with the abductions of fifteen mutant citizens." the president said "Now, as far as we know there is no real connection between the kidnappings other than the abductees are those with human abilities. We are advising all those with mutant abilities to stay inside as much as possible. We have our best men and women investigating this issue and my own thoughts and prayers go out to those affected by this tragedy."
"Oh God..."Raven murmured as some pictures of those abducted faded into view "Some of them are so young."
The TV suddenly lost signal causing the room to erupt in a desperate panic.
"Somebody fix the TV!"
"Oh God, what are we supposed to do?"
"Are they gonna come for us?"
"I wanna go home!"
"I need to make some calls." Raven whispered into Wolverine's ear before making her way through the crowd. Once she was by the door, she began to scroll through her contacts to find she could dial his number, however, the signal was restored to the TV.
An unfamiliar sense of panic ran through her body that she had never felt before. She didn't like it. She wanted-no-she needed for it to go away.
"Citizens of America." the voice said. It was chilling and most definitely the one belonging to the news lady.
"Dana!" Raven exclaimed, turning around and pushing her way back through the crowd. One of the students turned the volume up even louder.
"I'm sure you are all aware of the recent disappearances. I'll save you the anticipation of wondering who did it and say that it was me. Or rather, it was the newly recreated Brotherhood."
Murmurs passed through the room like wildfire. All Raven could do was stare at her sister's face in shock. This was supposed to be between them, never between any innocent people. If she knew this is what her younger sister was planning, Raven would've volunteered to go with her a long time ago.
"We don't want your money and we don't want your weapons, not that they would help you. All we want is to ensure the superiority of the mutant race, which is why we kidnapped those mutants and will continue to abduct more if necessary. And don't you worry what for, that will be revealed later." she gave her audience a wink. Raven cringed. Her sister was a cruel one, but the extent of her vindictiveness was beyond the scope of the norm.
"This broadcast is merely a warning." she pulled a pistol out from behind her and walked over to the right, the camera following as she did so. Over in the corner, tied up with thick rope, was a broken and bloodied national guardsman. Dana cocked her gun and pressed it hard against the man's head.
"Mutants: join us freely or join us by force. Humans: your lives will only be spared if you prove yourself worthy to the cause. Know that if you are not considered worthy, you will be eliminated. If you try to rise up...well-"
She pulled the trigger and the room full of children shrieked and screamed in terror. Raven felt Logan pull her head down into his shoulder. She didn't understand why. She had seen a man get shot in the head before. Hell, sometimes she was the one doing it. So why were silent tears rolling down her face?
"We'll do something like that." Dana finished, wiping the bloody gun off with her shirt and tossed it out of frame "Your choice."
And with that the camera disconnected and the room was filled with the sound of panicked students and the loud beep of the TV. Raven pulled away from Logan. Dana had to be stopped, that much she knew. But right now, she needed to get a quick mental checklist that none of her loved ones were taken.
"I've gotta call Wade." she said, running her fingers through her hair and looking around the room desperately. Children were clamoring over one another, some crying and some challenging the Brotherhood to try and take them. She still didn't see Kyle, though.
"I gotta find Kyle." she continued, pacing back and forth "I gotta call Gambit. Where's Rogue? Domino? Storm?"
"Look, call who you need to call." Logan told her "Hank and I will take care of the kids down here. We'll host a meeting in the gym once we get things taken care of."
Raven nodded and sprinted out of the room, pulling her phone out as she ran. She dialed Wade's number and pressed the phone to her ear.
"Please be ok." she murmured, running up her first flight of stairs. The phone rang once, twice, and then three times before Wade answered the phone.
"Babe? Can I call you back later? I gotta take out some trash." he greeted her. She let out a huge sigh of relief. Good, he was still on his contract.
"Wade, I need you to come to the X-Mansion, now." she instructed.
"Huh? Babe, you guys having a concert or something?" he asked "I can barely hear you."
Of course he couldn't hear her. The noise was loud enough to put any concert to shame. Desperate and terrified children all had that ability.
"COME TO THE X-MANSION NOW!" she screamed into the phone, rounding the corner and going up her second flight of stairs.
"Babe, I gotta work you know that." he told her, his voice surprisingly calm and reassuring. Raven felt like she was going to cry. She needed to see him. She needed to see he was alright.
"Wade, please." she whimpered, her voice cracking. The other end of the line was silent and she heard a single gunshot and the familiar thump of a body crumpling to the ground. For some reason, this didn't bother her as much as watching that National Guard member die. Perhaps it was because she knew that more likely than not, the person Wade had just killed wasn't all that innocent and hadn't contributed to society in any beneficial way.
"I'll be there in a couple of hours, ok? Just don't go out for any late night clubbing until I get there." he replied. She smiled in relief, stopping in front of Kyle's door.
"I won't." she promised before hanging up the phone. Now, would've been the perfect time to tell him she loved him. She was too busy banging on Kyle's door to notice.
"Kyle! Kyle!" she called "Boy, you better be in there!"
"Ugh!" he groaned from the other side "Why is everyone being so God damn loud today!?"
Raven smiled in relief. Two down, and four more to go. She banged on the door even harder.
"Boy, if you don't open this damn door I'm gonna shove my foot so far up yo ass you'll be tasting rubber for weeks!" she screamed. She pressed her ear to the door. She could hear him roll out of bed and shuffle to the door.
Once he opened it, she threw her arms around him and brought him into a bone crushing hug, not even caring he smelled like vomit and alcohol.
"Ah! Jesus, Gwen! What the hell!?"he cried out in pain as he felt every bone in his spine crack.
"Listen." Gwen instructed, "Get yourself cleaned up and go to the gym, ok?"
She pulled away and began to dial Rogue's phone number.
"What? What for? It's a Saturday."
Gwen glared daggers at the boy.
"There's no time to explain. Just get your ass down there before I cut it off and throw it down there myself!" she yelled. He gulped nervously and rushed back into his room.
An hour later, Raven holed herself up into her room with her laptop open. She was desperately searching for Dana's location, while simultaneously tracking Wade's location by using his phone. It was a lot easier to do this since she stole-ahem- I mean borrowed some of Tony Stark's latest tracking software.
Usually, she would've viewed stalking a boyfriend to be completely off the wall, but she could make an exception in this case.
"C'mon...c'mon...pick up your damn phone, you stupid sexy ass Cajun swamp rat!" she murmured as her dark eyes scanned the map for any hinting of Dana's locations.
"Bonjour, mon amour." Gambit's smooth Cajun voice greeted her "I was wonderin' when you would call me."
"Remy, I need you to get on Skype now." she demanded, opening the program and logging in.
"Aw, got tired at looking at Scarface already, chere?" he cooed. Her temper flared.
"Ce n'est pas le moment pour flirter ralenti! Vous obtenez votre cul sur Skype dès maintenant ou alors aidez-moi, je vais vous battre dans un autre système solaire!" she shrieked back (translation: This is not the time for idle flirting! You get your ass on Skype right now or so help me I'll beat you into another solar system!)
"Alright, chere, alright." he said, his voice still smooth despite his worried tone "There's no need to shout. Though you are cute when you're angry."
"Ah ouais? Eh bien, je suis sur le point d'obtenir magnifique si je ne vois pas votre visage sur mon écran en environ cinq secondes, LeBeau!"
(translation: Oh yeah? Well, I'm about to get gorgeous if I don't see your face on my screen in about five seconds, LeBeau!)
His red eyed face popped up on the screen, a cocky smirk on her face. Relief washed over her like a wave.
"Maintenant, dites-moi ce qui ne va pas, chéri?" he asked. She sighed and rubbed her head. (Translation: Now, tell me what's wrong, darling?")
"Avez-vous vu les nouvelles?" Gwen replied. Now, I should probably mention that French was only one of the many languages she had picked up over the years. She also knew other cool languages such as Swedish, Spanish, Japanese, and Celtic. It was a consequence of too much time on her hands and the fact that each language she picked up opened her list of clientele just a bit more. (Translation: Have you seen the news?")
Remy nodded, lighting one of his infamous Black n Mild's. Gwen could only imagine what flavor he was smoking. She would be lying if she didn't miss that smell.
"Ouais, je l'ai fait. C'est une honte. At-on dit ce qu'ils vont faire encore?" he asked. (translation: Yeah, I did. It's a shame. Has anyone said what they're gonna do yet?)
Gwen shrugged.
"Je ne sais pas. J'ai essayé de faire que tout le monde va bien. Quelqu'un va me combler plus tard." she answered. (Translation: I don't know. I've been trying to make sure everyone is alright. Somebody will fill me in later.)
He nodded and took a deep drag of his cigarette.
" Eh bien, maintenant que vous savez tout le monde va bien, la vraie question est: êtes-vous bien, ma chérie?"
(Translation: Well, now that you know everyone is alright, the real question is: are you alright, darling?)
Gwen shrugged and let out a heavy sigh. It was times like these where she was so happy she could make noises. She shook her head, her tears overflowing her eyes one by one.
"Non, ma chérie. Je ne suis pas bien. Elle est ma sœur! Et elle met tout un tas de gens innocents à travers la même merde que nous avons vécu! Peut-être même pire" she grabbed some tissues and blew her nose. (Translation: No, darling. I'm not ok. She's my sister! And she's putting innocent people through the same shit we went through! Maybe even worse!")
"Je suis tellement inquiet que si je laisse quelqu'un d'entre vous de ma vue qu'elle va vous prendre et faire des choses terribles à vous! Je dois lui, Remy arrêter, je dois juste!"
(Translation: I'm just so worried that if I let any of you out of my sight that she'll take you and do terrible things to you! I have to stop her, Remy, I just have to!"
Remy LeBeau smiled and blew a ring of smoke out.
"Ecoute, ma chérie, comment ça sur Remy arriver là et rester avec vous un peu?" he suggested. Gwen blew her nose again. By the time he would get here, that is if he was smart and drove his car; which she knew he would, it would basically be Christmas. She would have to invite him to the Christmas get together at Wade's. That wouldn't make him too happy, but right now she couldn't care less. She might as well take Kyle, too, since she doubted his parents would want him with the family. (Translation: Listen, darling, how's about Remy come up there and stay with you for a bit? )
"Etes-vous sûr? Il serait tout à fait la route et je ne veux pas vous déranger." Gwen replied. (Are you sure? It'll be quite the drive and I don't wanna inconvenience you.)
"Rien n'est trop gênant quand cela a à voir avec vous, ma chérie." he assured her. Gwen kissed the tips of her fingers and pressed them to Remy's face on the monitor. (Translation: nothing is inconvenient when it has to do with you, darling.)
"Vous êtes trop bon pour moi, Remy." she said, her voice cracking. She smiled happily as Remy blew her a kiss through the monitor. (Translation: "You're too good to me, Remy.")
"Pas aussi bon que je pouvais être, ma chérie. Je te verrai dans quelques jours." he gave her another devilish wink before logging out of Skype. (Translation: Not as good as I could be, darling. I'll see you in a few days.)
Gwen smiled happily and dabbed at the few tears that still leaked out of the corners of her eyes. Everyone she knew was safe and sound. Gambit was coming up to see her and Wade should be here any moment.
"Knock! Knock!" the merc's voice rang through her room as he opened the door and entered. Gwen leapt up off her bed and slammed into her mutate with full force. She hadn't been this worried about him since he fought unnamed henchmen numbers 1 and 2 that you all probably forgot about by now.
"Whoa! Miss me much?!" he exclaimed, shutting the door behind him. Gwen ripped his mask off and began kissing every inch of skin as she could.
"Wow! She greets us almost like how Mr. Shuggums greets us!"
"Only better cuz she has boobs!"
The mischievous mercenary claimed her fluttering lips and seized the opportunity to grab her breasts firmly in each hands. He knew why she was worried. He had heard the news. It had suddenly had become a frightening time to be a mutant.
"I wonder if Dana's offer applies to mutates as well?"
"It's not like we're gonna join up with her anyways. Now focus! We have boobs in front of us!"
"Aw, yeah. Deze feel real nice." he murmured, giving each breast a squeeze, in his deep South voice.
"I was so scared they took you." she replied. He tweaked her nipples through her shirt, incredibly happy she was wearing a sports bra, causing her to gasp.
"Don't be scared." he murmured, kissing her neck up and down "I'm here to make you forget about all the bad things."
"Oh yeah?" she challenged, reaching between them to grab the bulge in his pants "How to you plan to do that?"
"Ohhhhhh, that's nice."
"Follow me to the bed and find out." he winked, pulling her by her hand. Once they reached the bed, he spun her around and laid her gently on the bed.
He was all on her in seconds, kissing her from her lips, to her ear lobes, to her neck, and all over her body. She held onto his bald head the entire time, so thankful for his presence and for his affections.
A few hours later, Gwen laid naked in Wade's arms underneath the light of the moon. He continuously stroked her bare arm with his thumb and kissed the top of her head every now and again. Despite not being armed or even protected by clothing, Gwen felt safe. And, as always when he held Gwen through her weakest moments, Wade felt like a hero.
"Don't worry, Gwen." he cooed "Your sister won't take you or me. I promise."
"I'm just so scared I won't be able to do anything to save anyone...just like last time." she whimpered, holding tight to the fabric of his costume.
"She must mean how she got tricked to become part of Weapon X!"
"Duh? How stupid are you?"
"Not that stupid. Just reminding our readers so they don't get the wrong idea about our girlfriend."
"Look, you got fooled once and you're a smart lady. You won't get fooled again. You can take your stupid kid sister." he replied. Gwen giggled and pulled her comforter over the two of them.
"Thanks, Wade." she yawned.
"And, hey, if worse comes to worse, you've always got me and the X-Team to swoop in and save the day."
"That sounds like something a real superhero would do!"
Heh, Superpool. Not as cool as Deadpool, but it still had a nice ring to it. Fine, from now on, Wade would be Gwen's Superpool. Up, up, and away.
Gwen let out a very loud and random snore.
"More like snooze, snooze, and asleep."
"Sounds good to me!"
Wade closed his own eyes and pulled Gwen close to him, relieved that she had not been one of the abducted.
Raven walked down the dark, dank, hallways of her nightmares; her bare feet making the only audible noise in the small rectangular space. Lined up on either side of her were rusted cages upon cages filled with people. She recognized a few faces; none were any of her newest friends though.
"It's all your fault."
"You could've saved us."
"Coward."
These were the faces of those abducted. Their accusatory stares literally bored fiery holes into Raven's flesh; which continuously healed upon being damaged. She wished she could say something to them, but her mouth wouldn't open. Just like her last nightmare, her movements were completely beyond her control.
A pair of doors opened in front of her and Raven entered what appeared to be an operating room. A few surgeons and nurses rushed around in slow motion with tools and bloody rags in their hands. She could see someone was being operated on, but who was it?
"Ah how good of you to join us." one of the men surrounding the table said, turning to greet her. He pulled down his mask, making his identity perfectly clear.
"Please, come here and see the latest addition to the pool." he swept his hand out to the patient he was operating on. Raven took a few steps forward, reaching out with a tentative hand towards the bloody sheet that covered the body.
With one quick movement, she pulled the sheet down, trying to resist the urge to vomit.
Laying with her eyes closed on the table was none other than Raven herself. Her throat was already showing signs of healing, was clearly stitched shut. Her skin was almost deathly pale and she could barely see her own chest rise and fall.
"The first Deadpool had its complications." Stryker explained, pacing around the body proudly "But this one...this one is perfect. Of course, her cancer accelerated like the last, but at least it hasn't caused any damage to that beautiful face." He stroked the side of the unconscious Raven's face, making the real Raven shudder in disgust. It was growing harder and harder for her to breathe.
"Her entire being is controlled through a very intricate collar inside her throat. This way she will never be able to defect. Nevermore will she be able to speak out against us. Nevermore be able to have any more weaknesses. Nevermore will she be able to obey anyone else, but me. Nevermore will she-"he paused and made deliberate eye contact with the real Raven. His face-the face she just remembered that she loathed so much- made her vomit. She puked onto the concrete, holding onto the metal operating table for support.
"Funny, I just came up with a new name for this dark beauty." he touched her hair, only causing the real Raven to vomit more.
"Raven." he cooed softly into the dream Raven's ear "Welcome to the pool, Project Raven."
He pressed something on the side of Raven's neck, causing the dream Raven's eyes to shoot open just in time to meet the real Raven's eyes.
Raven shrieked and opened her eyes to the all to real darkness of her own room. She panted and gasped for air desperately, tasting vomit on her tongue. Guess if you vomit in your dreams, you vomit in real life. Almost instantly, she felt a weight on her shoulders.
Without thinking, she snatched her small pocketknife and drove it into her assailant. She brought it in again and again until her eyes adjusted and her ears registered a sound other than her own panicked breathing.
"Gwen! Babe! C'mon that tickles!" Wade's voice floated into her ears. Gwen stopped stabbing and pulled the knife out, throwing it on the floor. She leaned over and turned on the light.
"Oh God! Wade! I'm so sorry!" she gasped as her eyes laid themselves upon the sizable hole in his side. She looked down at her hands and at the amount of Wade's blood that was on them.
"Wade, I didn't mean to I just-"
"Relax, babe." he interrupted, grabbing some paper towels to wipe the blood off her hands.
"Good, God, she's shaking like a leaf!"
"Or a rat dog in the winter!"
"It's ok." he told her, trying his best to ignore the voices in his head. He brought her into his body and held her trembling form together.
"I stabbed you!" she cried "I thought you were Stryker and I stabbed you!"
"I get stabbed a lot, babe." he replied "And it doesn't matter. You should know that better than anyone."
She continued to cry and shake, curling her legs up against him. She couldn't get those images out of her head. And to make matters worse: it was what her own sister- her flesh and blood- had in mind for countless members of the mutant population. She had no idea where she was. She had no idea how she could make things right.
"You know, you're really pretty when you're throwing up." Wade commented. Gwen, despite her panic, let out a snort. She glanced over to the side of her bed where her trashcan rested full of vomit.
"You did that?" she asked.
"I didn't make all the pretty colors, but yeah, I took care of ya, babe."
She smiled and pulled away from him, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Thanks for that, Wade. I would kiss you, but my breath is kinda nasty."
He shrugged and kissed her cheek.
"Eh, I've smelled worse, but you are naked. I think that's thanks enough."
Raven laughed and reached over to switch the lights off. Yeah, it was gross, but she was too tired to go brush her teeth. All she wanted to do was lay in the quiet dark with Wade.
The pair laid down with Gwen resting on Wade's chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart beating. He pulled the comforter over the two of them and wrapped his arms around her.
"We'll find her, babe. We'll stop her from making guinea pigs of us all, ok?"
She nodded and closed her eyes.
"Ok, Wade. I trust you." she murmured as she fell back into the dream realm once more.
Song(s) Used:
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Andy Williams
Haunted by Evanescence
Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus