Assassin-Nation: Pain
The pair of hired hit persons was out of the frying pan, and into the jungle. Deadpool had his hide saved by the once again unconscious Elektra, buying him just enough time to get them out of the base.
The hard part was over, but the harder part was just beginning. Wade Wilson now had to make it out of the jungle, with one hundred twenty pounds of feminine dead weight on his back, not to mention the fact that there would certainly be a squad of Hydra troops after them in no time.
Deadpool marched along, having taken out Elektra's sword to cut through the thick brush. The going was slow, but his vast regenerative powers kept him moving through the jungle.
"I don't know if it's such a good idea to make a three hundred kilometer trek back to the nearest city, with a scantily clad unconscious woman strapped to my back." Wade ducked under a low hanging branch, and quickly began to move toward the sound of rushing water.
In only a few hundred feet, he was standing face to face with a fifty foot waterfall overlooking a sparkling pool of fresh and cold water. "Time for a little break lady," he commented lightly as he released the bandage that held their upper bodies together. He wrapped his arm around her back as best as he could, and released the harness clip.
After letting her slowly down the ground, and propping her up against a tree trunk, Deadpool moved up to the pool and knelt down, removing his mask so that he drink more freely.
After a few minutes, and not so many long drinks of cool water later, the mercenary moved back from the water, having produced a small cloth from one of his many pouches, and soaking it lightly with the fresh water.
He slowly began to clean off the dried blood from the woman's face, dabbing lightly at the now closing cuts and dark bruises. "Lady, they sure worked you over something fierce, huh? Maybe next time you'll take a hint from the hundreds of heavily armed soldiers and walk away."
"Where is the fun in that,' came an incredibly soft question from the woman. She hadn't moved, nor had she opened her eyes. She simply removed the cloth from the man's hand and began to do the work herself. "Thanks."
That single word brought a half smile to the face of the male mercenary, but he made no reply. He simply leaned back against the tree trunk and crossed his arms.
"Don't think that because I said that that we're friends or that I owe you. I saved your ass back there, so we're even." The woman's voice, though still fairly soft, was cold, and would have unnerved most other men, but not this one.
Elektra shifted and sat higher, straighter against the tree, finally opening her eyes. She glanced about for a long moment. She took note of the waterfall, and the pool, and the surrounding area before she decided to look over her shoulder at the man that had helped her.
Deadpool shifted a bit. He hadn't bothered to put his mask back on, since he thought her to be unconscious. Many times, when face to face with any woman, he would switch on one of the presets on his image inducer. It wasn't out of shame that he did as such, but usually to spare the women a shock. This woman, he figured, could handle the sight of his badly scarred face.
Elektra did not even blink. She merely smirked lightly and shook her head. "That's the reason you wear a mask, to hide yourself?" Her question came out sounding more 'matter-of-factly' than an actual question.
"I guess you could say that, yeah." His answer was simple enough, if a little bit vague. He stood up slowly, and glanced around, "We should move soon. They won't wait to come after us, and we shouldn't wait to leave."
Elektra stood, a bit slower than he had, and stretched out her lithe feminine form. "I'm quite sure. I'll just get a quick drink, and then we go." She moved to, and knelt by the clear pool, and began to drink deeply.
"Take it slow, or your stomach will hate you in a few minutes." Wilson was watching out through the forest, making sure no one got the drop on them. When he was positive the jungle around them was clear, he turned around. "Come on, we need to go."
Elektra turned from the pool and nodded. She had soaked her long dark hair all the way to her scalp, and was ringing it lightly as she walked forward. "So. how are we going to get to the city? We can't walk there, can we?"
Deadpool looked slowly upward, blinking for a long moment and holding out his hand. He made a 'Come here' motion, smacking his fingers against his palm.
Elektra looked at the man for a moment, and slowly turned around, looking up to where his eyes were locked at the top of the waterfall, "Shit!" She began to back up, and move away from the forty men at the top of the waterfall.
She looked back behind her to Deadpool, but he passed her, moving toward the water's edge, "Run!"
Deadpool thrust his hand up, and caught something small as it flipped through the air. His arm pulled back to throw the object back, but he wasn't fast enough. The grenade he'd caught exploded, taking his hand, and arm off clean to the elbow.
He didn't scream, he simply made a loud grunt and turned on his heel, running into the jungle, grabbing Elektra by the right arm with his left as he passed her. "Now, we go."
The pair of them took off into the jungle once more. Deadpool short half an arm, Elektra, though it was unknown, bleeding from a ruptured stomach lining, and a band of soldiers in fair to great health tracking them with intent to kill.
Neither of the pair were going to show their weaknesses to the other, and in the end that could work against them costing them their lives, and possibly something more.
The pair of hired hit persons was out of the frying pan, and into the jungle. Deadpool had his hide saved by the once again unconscious Elektra, buying him just enough time to get them out of the base.
The hard part was over, but the harder part was just beginning. Wade Wilson now had to make it out of the jungle, with one hundred twenty pounds of feminine dead weight on his back, not to mention the fact that there would certainly be a squad of Hydra troops after them in no time.
Deadpool marched along, having taken out Elektra's sword to cut through the thick brush. The going was slow, but his vast regenerative powers kept him moving through the jungle.
"I don't know if it's such a good idea to make a three hundred kilometer trek back to the nearest city, with a scantily clad unconscious woman strapped to my back." Wade ducked under a low hanging branch, and quickly began to move toward the sound of rushing water.
In only a few hundred feet, he was standing face to face with a fifty foot waterfall overlooking a sparkling pool of fresh and cold water. "Time for a little break lady," he commented lightly as he released the bandage that held their upper bodies together. He wrapped his arm around her back as best as he could, and released the harness clip.
After letting her slowly down the ground, and propping her up against a tree trunk, Deadpool moved up to the pool and knelt down, removing his mask so that he drink more freely.
After a few minutes, and not so many long drinks of cool water later, the mercenary moved back from the water, having produced a small cloth from one of his many pouches, and soaking it lightly with the fresh water.
He slowly began to clean off the dried blood from the woman's face, dabbing lightly at the now closing cuts and dark bruises. "Lady, they sure worked you over something fierce, huh? Maybe next time you'll take a hint from the hundreds of heavily armed soldiers and walk away."
"Where is the fun in that,' came an incredibly soft question from the woman. She hadn't moved, nor had she opened her eyes. She simply removed the cloth from the man's hand and began to do the work herself. "Thanks."
That single word brought a half smile to the face of the male mercenary, but he made no reply. He simply leaned back against the tree trunk and crossed his arms.
"Don't think that because I said that that we're friends or that I owe you. I saved your ass back there, so we're even." The woman's voice, though still fairly soft, was cold, and would have unnerved most other men, but not this one.
Elektra shifted and sat higher, straighter against the tree, finally opening her eyes. She glanced about for a long moment. She took note of the waterfall, and the pool, and the surrounding area before she decided to look over her shoulder at the man that had helped her.
Deadpool shifted a bit. He hadn't bothered to put his mask back on, since he thought her to be unconscious. Many times, when face to face with any woman, he would switch on one of the presets on his image inducer. It wasn't out of shame that he did as such, but usually to spare the women a shock. This woman, he figured, could handle the sight of his badly scarred face.
Elektra did not even blink. She merely smirked lightly and shook her head. "That's the reason you wear a mask, to hide yourself?" Her question came out sounding more 'matter-of-factly' than an actual question.
"I guess you could say that, yeah." His answer was simple enough, if a little bit vague. He stood up slowly, and glanced around, "We should move soon. They won't wait to come after us, and we shouldn't wait to leave."
Elektra stood, a bit slower than he had, and stretched out her lithe feminine form. "I'm quite sure. I'll just get a quick drink, and then we go." She moved to, and knelt by the clear pool, and began to drink deeply.
"Take it slow, or your stomach will hate you in a few minutes." Wilson was watching out through the forest, making sure no one got the drop on them. When he was positive the jungle around them was clear, he turned around. "Come on, we need to go."
Elektra turned from the pool and nodded. She had soaked her long dark hair all the way to her scalp, and was ringing it lightly as she walked forward. "So. how are we going to get to the city? We can't walk there, can we?"
Deadpool looked slowly upward, blinking for a long moment and holding out his hand. He made a 'Come here' motion, smacking his fingers against his palm.
Elektra looked at the man for a moment, and slowly turned around, looking up to where his eyes were locked at the top of the waterfall, "Shit!" She began to back up, and move away from the forty men at the top of the waterfall.
She looked back behind her to Deadpool, but he passed her, moving toward the water's edge, "Run!"
Deadpool thrust his hand up, and caught something small as it flipped through the air. His arm pulled back to throw the object back, but he wasn't fast enough. The grenade he'd caught exploded, taking his hand, and arm off clean to the elbow.
He didn't scream, he simply made a loud grunt and turned on his heel, running into the jungle, grabbing Elektra by the right arm with his left as he passed her. "Now, we go."
The pair of them took off into the jungle once more. Deadpool short half an arm, Elektra, though it was unknown, bleeding from a ruptured stomach lining, and a band of soldiers in fair to great health tracking them with intent to kill.
Neither of the pair were going to show their weaknesses to the other, and in the end that could work against them costing them their lives, and possibly something more.