June 30, 1998
Milton, Ontario
9:08 PM
Wade
They arrived in Milton earlier than he had hoped and they had zero issues at the border, his friend having arranged for their car to skip any kind of scan and they were asked minimal questions. It paid to have friends in high places {and guns, guns were also super helpful during persuasion}.
"It's just left up here," Heru navigated, pointing at the upcoming set of lights. The Reaper had fallen exceptionally quiet a few minutes ago, his expression getting darker.
{Probably still counting how many people you've killed}
He doesn't know, remember? The no touchy rule taken to the extreme.
[Do neither of you guys remember what he said in his text?]
What are you talking about?
He was getting a little nervous himself, something just didn't feel right as he pulled up to dimly lit one story house and put the car in park. Heru chewed on his lip, staring at the house like it was the last place on earth he wanted to go.
"You ok sugar plum?" he asked, his hand pausing on the door. Heru blinked and looked at him, he looked like he was about to cry.
"Wade, I'm so sorry," he hit his head back on the headrest before climbing out of the car. Wade jumped out,
"For what?" he frowned and popped the trunk. They had stopped at a Tim Horton's so that he could change into his suit, he tucked the car keys in one of his pouches and began putting on his weapons.
"Because I couldn't tell you," he said, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
{Huh, I have no idea what he's talking about}
"Wait," something was coming back to him, and he glanced at his Lego watch, "didn't you say you had to work at nine?"
{Oh shit}
[Ding ding ding!]
"Yea," he winced, "this isn't your fault," he said before vanishing.
"Fuck sticks!" he slammed the trunk and raced up the garden path, not bothering to knock because he knew what he was going to find and man, was he pissed.
{I can't believe he didn't say anything!}
[I told you this would be your fault!]
Wade kicked open the door, the stench of death assaulting his nose and he nearly puked in his mask. Swallowing back the taste of pop and the hint of strawberry Twizzlers, he followed the smell down the hallway. Heru was standing outside the bedroom door.
"Wade, you don't need to go in there," he pleaded but Wade pushed him out of the way. She was on the bed, still in her PJ's and under the covers. She had been there for days, almost a week by the mess, the sheets already wet with her decomposition. Her throat had been slit in her sleep, it was a quick kill but she had most definitely seen her attacker, probably after he had slit her throat, and she had watched as he had stood over her, making sure she died.
"It isn't your fault," Heru said quietly, startling him.
"Of course it is," he spat, glaring at him, "and you could have fucking warned me."
"I couldn't, you wouldn't have driven up here if I did," he answered.
[Huh?]
"What the actual fuck are you talking about?" he asked just as a dark figure burst through the window, sending broken bits of glass everywhere, including Wade's back. He hissed as he felt a bullet rip through his left kidney. He dove into the hallway, freeing Bea with his right hand while pulling out his desert eagle, Larry. The assailant appeared around the corner and Wade fired, the bullet going between his black masked eyes before he could let off another shot.
"Oh Lucy, you have some 'splanin' to do!" he shouted angrily at Heru when he appeared beside the collapsed body, eyes darker than night, the veins surrounding his eyes black and giving his face a creepy, demonic look.
"Sorry Ricky baby," he grimaced, "duck sweetie."
"Duck? Where?" he asked, "oh, I phee," he winced as a bullet went through the back of his head, blowing off half of his face.
[Nice one]
{Now that's a sexy 'O' face}
He spun around and raced forward, Bea slicing through the guy's arms and he buried a bullet in his head as he collapsed.
"Next time," he managed a little clumsily, his jaw and tongue already reforming, "be a little more specific in your warnings," he said with an amused glare at Heru who was now bending over the second attacker.
"Ok, Wade, there's another guy," he pointed as the third assailant dressed all in black came out of the bathroom, firing a semi-automatic. He fired off his own gun, missing once as the guy ducked behind the door but he buried Bea through his back, thrusting it through the wall. Heru was in the doorway, his lips black as the discoloration was spreading down his neck as he reaped another soul.
[I can't decide if that's really fucking sexy or terrifying]
"There's a few more," he said, jerking his chin towards the front door, "they're around the back." Wade nodded and raced towards the back of the house and jumped through the patio door, plowing into one of the black clad men. Using the butt of his katana, he crushed the dude's skull, striking twice and getting bits of brain on his glove.
[Mm sushi anyone?]
"Does this count as a second date?" he asked merrily as Heru walked over to the guy and Wade not so successfully dodged a wave of INSAS bullets, "mother fucker," he growled as both knees were blown to bits. Wade fell to the ground as he lost control of his legs but he pulled Arthur out, lined up the shot and hurled him forward.
[Whoa, a what now?]
"Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Wilson?" Heru called, appearing beside the wielder of the INSAS rifle, "boo!" he barked, his finger touching the guy's shocked face just as Arthur sliced through his torso.
{Nice one!}
"So what if I was?" he retorted, moving onto the next black clad individual. God I love the way you guys whistle, he whispered to his beloved katanas.
{You're even stupider than I thought if you think he's going to say yes}
"I thought you were mad at me?" he said, his head popping up from behind the guy's shoulder and a black veined hand cupped the man's face, both katanas were buried to the hilt in the unknown attacker's chest, a thoughtful pout across Heru's strange features.
"Oh you know I can't stay mad at you poochy-kins," he purred, his insides melting as that floppy, sheepish smirk appeared, "whaddya say?" he asked again, putting his foot on the guy's stomach as he pulled the swords out and spun them, flinging the blood from both. Heru chewed his lip as he stared at him, Wade's chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath, breathing against the pain of his body stitching itself back together.
"I'm pretty high maintenance," he quipped, looked down at the bodies around them.
"We all have our issues," he pointed out, pulling a bullet that got stuck in his collar bone out and tossing it to the ground, "besides, I suspect you're worth the effort."
[He isn't answering because he doesn't want to doofus]
He hasn't said no though.
Heru stepped around the body and walked up to him, stopping a few centimeters away and looking up at him, the black from his veins retreating to his eyes as they searched his masked face, flecks of amber slowly starting to reappear "yea, ok," he said after a painfully long wait and walking away with a shrug. Wade hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath but it came out in such a rush he almost stumbled forward.
"Really?" he skipped forward and bent down beside one of the bodies and began hastily searching it for any clues. The sound of sirens was drawing closer.
{Oh this isn't going to turn out well}
[We'll burn that bridge when we get there]
"Yea really," he laughed incredulously, "but how about we blow this joint and talk about it when the O.P.P. isn't after us?" he suggested and Wade couldn't help but agree.
"You're driving snookums," he tossed him the car keys after removing a set of dog tags, a cell phone and wallet from the body. Heru led the way to the car, they both got in as quickly as they could, a little awkwardly when Bea and Arthur got caught on the door. Heru sped off a couple seconds later while Wade removed his weapons.
"So that was a trap," Wade said a few minutes later, "and you knew about it. Start 'splainin' Luce," Heru slurped up the rest of the flat, warm pop.
"That's disgusting," he muttered, making a face before looking at Deadpool and nodding reluctantly, "yea ok I knew but I couldn't tell you. If I had told you that Abby was already dead, she died five day ago by the way, Bradley was already on her trail when you started looking into him, but you wouldn't have made the trip if you knew she was dead."
"Why did I have to make the trip?" he asked darkly.
"Because those men were on my list," he replied with a sigh.
"So we made this whole fucking trip just because I had to kill those guys?"
[Oh that's fucked up]
{Yep.}
"I'm sorry," he repeated and he had to resist the urge to punch the dash until his bones were nothing but splinters.
"Why?" he asked through clenched teeth, trying to convince himself that there had to be some reason, some justification for it. Despite the fact that he had no problems killing people who needed to be killed, he still hated it. Just because he would kill didn't mean he enjoyed it, [that much].
{You know you do, you've always been a killer, once a killer, always a killer.}
June 30, 1998
QEW, Hamilton, Ontario
9:42 PM
Heru
"Because it's fixed," he answered, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a vice grip as he sped down the highway, "those deaths were fixed in time and that means no altering it, no intervening and changing things."
"What, so everything is predetermined?" Wade challenged.
How did we go from asking us out on a date to blaming us for everything that's happening?
{I told you things won't work between you two}
"Shut up," he hissed angrily, "you don't know what you're talking about," he looked over at Wade, "not you sorry. Not everything is fixed, most things aren't but certain things are. The people I reap, most of the events surrounding their Due Date is fixed, it's just the way it has to be. I can't explain it all, there are rules that I have to follow," he struggled to explain, desperate for Wade to understand. The merc sighed heavily and leaned his head against the headrest, letting it lull to the side so he could look at him. Heru glanced between the road and his white eyes.
"You knew," he said quietly, "when I asked you earlier if you knew the names of the people I've killed, you had already reaped Abegail and you knew I'd take those guys out, you knew because they worked for Bradley right?" Heru nodded.
"I knew about Abby because of Bradley, you played no part in her death," he needed him to understand that, "the only reason you found out about her at all was because Bradley's men had already found her but," he swallowed, "yea, I knew about the others."
"That was the work you needed to do tonight, wasn't it?" he asked.
"Yea," he nodded, "are you mad?"
"Nah," he puffed, waving his hand, "take the next exit, we need to ditch the car." Heru did as he was told and they pulled into a Super 8 parking lot.
"So… we still on then?" he asked, nervously biting his lip ring as they emptied the car. Deadpool glanced at him, making a point to look him up and down before smiling.
"Yea brown eyes, we're still on."
Yus!
{You're an idiot, why do we have to keep repeating ourselves?}
"Good," he smiled and sat on the hood, watching Wade as he broke into a Suzuki Esteem, "want me to get rid of the car?" he offered, Wade gave him a confused look over his shoulder, the lock popping, "so that it can't get traced back to you? Unless of course this is already a stolen car and can't be traced back to you?"
"Yea it's stolen and I'll take the plates off but unless you can make it disappear completely, it'll eventually be traced to the border and they'll be able to pull the footage up. I can see if I can get my guy to delete it-"
"No need," Heru interrupted and hopped off the car. He put his hands on the hood, searching for the life energy of the metals and other elements that made up the car. He drew them in, trillions of little bits of life that came in a rush as the metal groaned, rusting before their eyes until it was nothing but a pile of rust, oil stains and a few fibers.
"Holy shit," Wade said from over his shoulder, making him jump slightly, "that's a super neat trick." Heru smiled up at him and flipped the hair from his eyes,
"Should have been there the first time I accidentally drained the life from something, man was my band teacher confused," he said allusively and crawled under the driver's seat, hot wiring the car.
"You were in Band too?" Wade asked, popping the trunk, pulling his unicorn out and throwing the bags in before getting in the passenger seat, Charlie snuggled to his chest.
Souls Collected:
Bruce Dickenson
Age 39
Died June 30, 9:14 PM
Murdered, GSW
Robert Hansen
Age 31
Died June 30, 9:14 PM
Murdered, GSW
Jacque Nichols
Age 29
Died June 30, 9:15 PM
Murdered, 'Bea'
Lincoln Beaumot
Age 42
Died June 30, 9:15 PM
Murdered, blunt force trauma
Katrina Chase
Age 42
Died June 30, 9:15 PM
Murdered, 'Arthur'
Kasim Mac
Age 26
Died June 30, 9:16 PM
Murdered, 'Bea' & 'Arthur'
