Three days have passed.
"Hey Keegan," I open my eyes to the sound of Micky's voice. It's sometime in the middle of the night. I stand up and walk to the edge of my cell.
"Micky? What're you doing up" I ask her. I can barely make out her silhouette. It reminds me of that night with Logan, all those centuries ago. July 15th 1810 I believe was the date. My birthday, the night we heard about father, the night my life took a sharp turn.
"You have seemed distant since you've gotten yer claws...what's wrong?" She asks. I have yet to tell anyone about my hearts. I'm worried that the others would deem me unable to make the escape. I can't let them do that. I have to get out of here. I've spent 21 long years in this prison.
"I have a condition." I answer, I see Micky shuffle in her cell closer to the gate.
"What?"
"I'm not a Doctor, but something happened to me in the water." (Get the pun anyone?)
"Keegan, you're not makin' any sense, start from the beginning please." Micky raises her voice from a whisper. The others shuffle from the noise, but eventually become still again.
"Okay, okay. Listen, when I was being experimented on, something happened with my heart. I don't really know what, but...this is going to sound crazy."
Micky sits still, listening intently, "I'm listening."
"My heart split into two. I have two hearts."
Micky stands up and walks around her cell, probably trying to understand. "This happened three days ago?"
"Ya."
"And you don't feel any different?"
"Other than I have two hearts beating out a samba, I feel fine."
"Wow. Um, Alex will know more. He knows people who have had two hearts before."
I stop and look at her, what does she mean Alex knows more? What would Alex have done before this? "Wait-what? How does he-"
"I'll let him explain that, but are you alright to escape today?"
I walk around, swinging my arms. I release my claws; they puncture the skin and make the sound of sharpened knives as they are released. I swing them around and then sheath them once again. "I'll be fine. I'm used to the weight; my arms will be buff soon though."
Micky laughs quietly, "alright, if you say so. We'll talk with the others in the morning."
I watch her silhouette as she begins to lie down again. I then begin to remember how she has always covered her entire left arm. No matter if it's clothing or bandages. I have never seen her left arm.
"Micky?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened to your arm?"
She stops, "uh...same thing to you, steel bar from Ajax... except it's a lot more uh... complicated? Yeah, i-it's kinda a long story. Y'know?"
She's hiding something. What it is I don't know. All I know that something happened to her arm, and I can guess it was forced. "Ok...Night Micky."
"Night Redd Phoenix." Micky says as I fall back asleep.
Time Skip to morning
"Up and at 'em Sleeping Beauty, it's Game Day!" Taylor yells as I jolt awake. I rub my eyes and see that I am the last awake. I walk over to the edge of my cell, as close as I can get to the others.
"Thanks for the wakeup call Taylor," I say as I rub my eyes again. "So what's the plan?"
"Well first off, Micky said you had some info to tell us. We were waiting for you to get your ass out of bed before we planned." Taylor replies with a blank expression. From the look on Micky's face, I'm guessing she told them.
"Well...There's something you guys really should know, but we're not stopping because of me."
"Don't tell me you're dying from lead poisoning?" Taylor replies, Alex's eyes are widening as we speak.
"No. It's about anatomy."
"Oh God! If you're going to teach us about physio-whatever the hell you said last week, just stab me with your claws right now!"
"Taylor shut it! It's actually important!" Micky snaps, Taylor backs off as her eyes glow purple.
"My heart ripped itself in two during the experiment. I have two fully functional beating hearts in my chest right now. Alex, Micky said you know about stuff like that?"
Alex rolls his eyes, "Yes, I knew a man with two hearts. Took my brother away with him and I barely ever saw him again. Took him in a while ago or something like that- I can't even remember! He could be anywhere now, WITHOUT ME!"
I look at him, shocked at his outburst. "Alex, we were here 'a while ago.' What do you mean? Are you alright?"
His gaze softens, and he takes a breath. "Sorry. I've not from around here. You could say I've seen all sorts of things. Time always gets messed up with me. Just tell me something, when you got two hearts, did you get a gold glow around you? I mean, could you see golden light around you?"
I think back to three days ago, "no. It was just me, water and Xylophelium."
"Good, you're not like...him. Fantastic. Anything else?"
I look around at the three teenagers, "yes. How old were you all when you were brought here?"
Alex looks at me, "19 years old."
"I don't remember." Taylor states, looking quite nervous all of a sudden.
"I was probably 'round 16 years." Micky states, while playing with her hair. "Why? How old were you Keegan?"
"I was..." I trail off, trying to do the math. How do I explain that I'm 170 years old? I don't... "24."
"Bull. You look like a teen." Taylor says crossing her arms.
"Ya well, talents include looking 12 and saying 'thank you' to the bus driver. But I will say this now, and explain later. I'm actually 170 years old."
"How?" Micky says, raising her eyebrows. Alex is looking me over. 'BOYS!' Box screeches in my head.
"I'm a mutant."
"That's true. Well hey, looking good." Alex says with a flirtatious smirk.
"Great, now you all know my little secret. Does anyone know what the year is?"
They shake their heads.
"1966 is the current year. It is July 18th 1966. I learned that during the experiment."
"What?!" Micky screams out, before gripping the cell bars.
"Dammit Doctor! Where are you?!" Alex hisses under his breath.
Taylor remains silent and glances strangely at Alex. Her eyes turn orange for a second before returning to their original colour. "So now that we are all caught up, are we gonna escape this hell hole or what?" She asks. We all nod, knowing that we now need to leave.
We begin discussing our plan, it's pretty simple. "We need a name though," Micky interrupts.
"What do you mean?" I ask, looking up at her.
"Like an escape name. Gotta be memorable right? Kick Ajax's ass with a name!"
"I like it," Taylor intervenes, "any ideas?"
Alex smirks and laughs a bit, "I got one, a name...inspired from a so-called 'monster' I've met in the past."
-Time skip brought to you in part by 20-1 math class (because wtf is a quadratic)-
"Stand back," I whisper to the others as I release my claws. "I don't want to hurt you guys with shards of metal."
With one swift motion, my claws slice through the bars of the cage. I stand back for a moment as the door falls. We all stand in complete silence before I continue.
"Too loud Keegan," Taylor states as she walks to the front of her cell once again. "Just swipe the damn locks on ours. We can get out undetected."
I nod in agreement, walking over to the other three cells, and breaking the locks with my claws. Sparks fly as I cut the wiring of the little electric box. Alex, Taylor and Micky swing the doors of their cell open, and carefully walk out of them.
"This way," Alex signals us to follow him. We head to the main door of our floor, only for Micky to stop him.
"We can't be seen! There's gotta be another way." She says. We look around to see a door in the back corner of the room behind Taylor's empty cell.
"There," I whisper." Alex and Micky glace at the door and jog over to it, opening it carefully.
"Wait!" Taylor whisper-yells at us, eyes orange again and filled with fear, "I can't go there!"
"Why not Taylor?" Alex asks, almost closing the door.
"There's other prisoners up there!"
"So? It's our only hope to getting outta here in one piece." I say as I grab her arm and drag her through the doorway. Alex closes the door and uses an odd looking stick to close it. The stick glows a royal blue colour and has a high pitched sound, as the door locks behind us.
"Never thought someone would look at a screwdriver and say 'this could be a little more sonic.' This is actually really handy, not as good as Jack's gun though." Alex says as he places the stick back in the pocket of his ripped pants.
"How did you keep that thing?" Micky asks as we proceed up the stairs. "They took my wand and all of Taylor's weapons. Put 'em in the storage on this floor I saw."
"Easy thing Mic," Alex says behind us, "Screwdrivers aren't weapons. "I can't curse someone to death with this thing." I can see Micky physically tense up in front of me. What are they not sharing?
What are we all not sharing?
"Quiet you guys, time to grab our weapons and make a run for it." Taylor whispers at us as Alex opens the door to the next level of cells. The cells are filled with people; some have more than one person per cell. Everyone looks so unhappy, as if they've lost their wills to live anymore.
"Keegan!" Taylor grabs my arm, "Let's find our weapons and get hell outta dodge!"
"Wait- can't we rescue them?" I say, close to tears.
Taylor looks around; most of the people up here are adults. Some have noticed us and are at the front of their cells. "No."
"Why not Taylor?"
"I said no, c'mon!" She shouts, eyes once again turning orange and her teeth turn sharper for a split second. "I'm sorry, I know it's the superhero thing to do, but we can't."
"Well well well, if it isn't Prisoner Zero, oh I'm sorry or should I say, Taylor Oswin." A man who looks around his mi-twenties speaks up in a taunting manner.
Taylor stops and turns around, "Wade Wilson. What the hell do you want from me now?!"
Wade grins, "oh nothing big. Just for you to turn yourself in, or to go back through that bag ass crack in the wall."
Taylor smirks maliciously, "I don't know what you're talking about, you insane prick."
A woman speaks up, this time with a British accent, "I told him everything, and the Atraxi will find you and make sure you pay for your crimes!" Taylor begins to pale and back up.
"No, she should be returned to the empire, Palpatine would love to finish her completely. Traitor!" Another man says, "We destroyed your ship! Are you happy with what you have done?! Solo is in carbonite and the Skywalker is nowhere to be found!"
Taylor sinks to her knees, hands covering her face as she begins crying. The prisoners all around her now throwing insults at her, either telling her to go through a crack in a wall, or to take her "Jedi abilities to the pits of hell." What is going on?
I release my claws and aim them at the man who started this, Wade. "Shut. The hell up!" I say to them all, they all quiet down in shock of my actions.
Wade smirks, "You don't know what you're saving kid. Kill her while you've got the chance an' save yourself."
I scowl and push my claws closer to his throat, "what are you talking about?"
"Oh I'm sorry," Wade says, rolling his eyes, "has that not been explained in the story yet? Does Deadpool not make sense to your readers? Well, some of them probably can guess what I'm talking about."
I look behind me; Taylor is still on the ground, eyes still orange, looking at me completely emotionless. I glare at Wade again, "explain yourself, or consider yourself dead!"
"That thing," he begins, pointing at Taylor, "isn't human, or mutant, or even animal. That thing is alien."
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Alex and Micky run towards us, carrying weapons for us to escape with. I release Wade and walk towards Taylor. I help her stand up as she is handed 4 pistols and a big stick with buttons on it.
Micky hands me 2 pistols and a pair of twin katanas. Wade begins shouting about an author promising him those katanas. I look at our team, we all nod at each other. We are ready.
"Wait!" Wade calls to us, we all turn around.
"What is it Wilson?" Alex asks, clearly annoyed.
"I just wanted to say my final good-byes of..." He trails off, taking a deep breath.
"What is it?" Micky asks, Taylor's eyes widen and yell at us to run.
"PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED! PRISONER ZERO HAS ESCAPED!" Wade yells at the top of his lungs as we begin running towards the door. Immediately, alarms go off. So much for escaping quietly.
"Quick! Through that door!" Alex shouts over the alarms, the three of us running behind him.
"But it's combo-locked! Micky's magic won't work on it!" Taylor shouts back.
"We have to try!" I say, "I can try to hold them off!"
The four of us run to the door, Taylor begins to try combinations on the lock as a screen comes on. There are Francis, Stryker and other men I have never seen before wearing the Hydra logo on their sleeves. This will end lovely.
**If anyone understands this reference, we need to be friends**
"Identify yourselves!" I yell at the screen, trying to get a reaction out of them.
"You will identify first," Francis replies over the screen. There is no emotion to his voice at all. It reminds me of a robot even more than normal. This is creepy.
"State your identity!" I yell back, trying to sound robotic to parody the leader.
"You will identify first."
I'm getting tired of this, "IDENTIFY!"
"It's like Stephen Hawking meets the speaking clock," I hear Alex say to himself.
"That is inconsistent and illogical," Francis continues, "you will modify."
"Daleks do not take orders!" I shout in return. That's got a good ring to it, Dalek. Our team escape name.
"You have identified as Dalek," Francis replies, he looks emotionless
I glance at the steel bar welded to my arm, "Outline resembles inferior species known as Hydra men."
"Our technologies are compatible, though your design is less elegant."
I look at our torn, battered outfits, "Daleks have no concept of elegance."
The man behind Stryker speaks up and shakes his head, "This is obvious."
Before I can reply to anyone, the door behind us opens and reveals seven Hydra soldiers and three prisoners. All ten of them form a circle around us, aiming their weapons or even powered hands at us. Micky steps forward, and raises her hands to should height. I look hard at her to see her eyes turning a solid shade of purple. I know what she is about to do, and I warn Taylor and Alex.
We slowly raise our hands to our ears just as a soldier speaks, "'Daleks' and all of Hydra's men; together we can upgrade the universe."
"You propose an alliance?" Micky answers, you can hear the static behind her voice.
The prisoner in front of her smiles and lowers his hands, they all do. "That is correct."
"Request denied," Micky states flatly, the electricity increasing around her.
"Hostile elements will be deleted!" The man in front of me states as he raises his gun and shoots at Micky's back. I stand up and receive the bullet straight to my shoulder. I screech out from the pain as Micky turns around, creating static electricity from the entire room. Even the ceiling lights have lightning cracking between them. I begin to heal immediately, and I watch as Micky begins to glow.
Micky stands up, and activates her power of electrokinesis, "exterminate." She hisses as bolts of lightning attack all ten men. They scream out, and fall to the ground dead. The three of us stare at Micky, amazed by her new powers. She grins at us in a friendly matter, pleased with herself.
"Daleks be warned, you have declared war on the Hydra men," Thorton warns as we turn to face the screen once again, voice just as monotone as Francis'. I forgot they were still on the screen, watching us.
I ball my fists as best I can with my left hand. How can they say we declared war by escaping? Besides, those men Micky killed attacked us first. It was self-defence. This makes no sense. "This is not war- this is pest control!" I speak for all of us.
"We have five million Hydra men, how many are you?" Francis speaks again.
"Four."
"You would destroy us Hydra men with four 'Daleks?'" I hear laughing in the background.
"We would destroy Hydra with one Dalek. You are superior in only one respect." My hands reach for my guns.
"What is that?"
"You are better at dying! Taylor, open the barrier!" I exclaim just as Taylor punches the keyboard on the door.
The screen fades just as the door opens and we are face to face with hundreds of Hydra and Weapon X prisoners. They raise their guns and take aim at us with their specialized guns and powers. We do the same, except with small hand guns, or whatever we choose to use.
"Delete! Delete!" The agents start yelling as they shoot at us.
We look at each other and agree on our plan of attack.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" The four of us scream as we start shooting down agents and using our new powers to beat them.