Summary: The three acolytes (Remy, Piotr, St. John), have moved into the Xavier Institute. Despite being a great addition to the team, their shady pasts are what keep them out at arms distance. (AU: DoR never took place and the acolytes' reasons for staying with Magneto are different than the show.)

Disclaimer: I am sad to say but I do not own X-men, marvel, or any of its associates

Author's Notes: Colossus' past is going to be more obscure than the rest of the acolytes and I will only be making references to his past (mostly since I can't speak Russian).

P.S: I'd also like to send out a thank you to Wanda W for reviewing all my chapters, without her I don't think I'd be able to continue this story.

Chapter 4: Biting the Bullet

The three Acolyte boys were walking on there way to Bayville High. Remy had just been released from the medical lab and was advised to stray away from strenuous activities. Logan had reprimanded him for stealing his bike and promised that he would receive extra Danger Room sessions as soon as Hank allowed him to.

Remy wasn't feeling too well today and decided that he would walk to school today. John and Piotr had tagged along with him to make sure he didn't have any accidents on the way and also to make sure that he didn't 'borrow' anything. The three were currently discussing Piotr's new masterpiece. All of them were huddled over a sketch rendering of a young, beautiful woman cradling a child with a scraped knee.

"How'd you do it homme? Ah mean, didn't da fille keep movin?" asked the devil eyed leader of the small group.

"I saw dem and I drew dem," said the stoic giant.

"Gee, Oi neva woulda thought a dat. Oi thought that you would've..." before the pyromaniac could continued, a bullet shot straight between his feet.

"What the fuck!" All three boys crept into a defensive stance, each of them dropping their bags.

"Well, well, well... lookie what I found? Three little boys with accents." The acolytes looked up to see a man holding a gun with an insane smirk on his face.

"Waddya want Wade?" asked Remy, still holding a card tightly in his grip.

"Oh, me? I want Bea Arthur, a backrub perhaps, not from you of course, and maybe..."

"Get to the point Wilson!" yelled John in annoyance.

"You know what I want. I give you old Magsy and you three give me Hugh Jackman, whoops... I mean Logan," grinned Wade.

"We jus' kids homme, how'd ya t'ink we gon take him down?"

"Don't know, don't care. This is funner for me. All I know is that I'm getting paid to get old Mr. Howlett back to his maker and that you three are the consolation prize if they can't have him. But I don't see why they would want any of you guys, I mean I'm already the perfect soldier."

"A little cocky, don'cha t'ink"

"Compared to who, you?" smirked the insane mercenary.

"Ow 'bout if we three rile your up roight now?" said John as fire started to snake around his arm.

"Oh, apparently Mr. French over there isn't the only one running out of his happy pills, huh? I read about your little problem Remy," Wade joked.

"How'd you know?"

"Oh come on, anyone who read chapter three would know about it. Che, anyone who read chapter two would know how big of a looney Johnny is."

"The fuck you on Wilson!" A hand clamped down on John's shoulder.

"John, not now. Wade is trying to get us to fight him. None of us stand a chance," said Piotr.

"How ironic, the big, bad Russian is the pacifist of the group."

"Jus' leave us be Wade, we'll... we'll get him."

"Good, so that you know that I'm serious..." Wade pulled out another gun and shot all three of them in the leg, "... who am I kidding? I'm never serious."

"This is all your fault in the first place. If you just let the experiment continue, then all six of us... me, James, Victor, Magsy, and you three boys... then all seven of us wouldn't be in this mess. Now would we?"

"Fuck you homme, dat experiment was a mockery o' God," cried Remy.

"Now that's not very nice, how about if I said I was an Atheist?" joked the merc.

"It's still inhumane, what you were doing to him. This is why Erik helped us, so that we would never have to experience being treated like an animal," yelled Pyro.

"Blah, blah, blah... Oh Wade it's wrong to experiment on people, oh Wade it's wrong to kill people, oh Wade it's wrong for a person to talk as much as you."

"Your off your rocker!"

"I'm crazy? Really, according to this story, your the crazy one Johnny boy. I've never been to a crazy house, just a... there I go again, sorry readers." Wade then took out his prized katanas that he carried around on his back.

"Please, don't kill us," pleaded Piotr.

"You know, you guys are lucky that I'm not Lil' Davy. If I was David... I don't think you guys would have a head," laughed Wade as he gently slid the tip of his katana over the chins of the three fallen boys as they writhed in pain, "But then again, I've never been that keen on the whole shooting thing. You know me, gotta have my pops... I mean blades."

"Well, this is getting depressing. I'm not allowed to kill you... yet, so I'll just go see a movie. Maybe I'll see that oh so hilarious Ryan Reynolds. Now that's a guy I could get along with."

Then he disappeared as quick as he had appeared. The three boys looked on at each other as they tried to crawl over to their backpacks, desperately scrambling for one of their phones.

"Aw fuck..." John's phone combusted into flames.

"Mon Dieu! Ya gotta be kiddin' moi, again!" Remy's phone blew up.

"Comrade, I know this not be the right time, but..." Piotr bellowed a deep chuckle before the pain in his leg ceased his laughter.

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"How the hell do you three get in so much trouble, walking to school? You leave for five minutes and the three of you get shot. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Désole, monsieur mais ya know the mean streets of Bayville are tres dangerous," said Remy cooly. The other two boys fought the urge to laugh, which wasn't too hard, considering that the two were in an extraordinary amount of pain and the way Logan had been driving had made it worse.

"So why were you three attacked? You in some kind of gang or something?" asked Logan suspiciously.

"Non, nothin' lahke dat. Ya know 'ow people are, if ya a little bit different, dey be afraid."

"How'd the three of you, All three of you... get taken down by humans? I've seen the way you three fight, you could take down the whole team and hold your own with me. Now, explain how you got taken down?"

"Luck?"

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The rest of the car ride back to the mansion was spent in silence. The only sound heard was the light hyperventilating caused by the bullet wounds. Hank McCoy had treated their wounds and recommended that they stay off their feet for at least three weeks. The three were then left to their own vices in their room.

"John, Piotr... Ah t'ink we in too deep," said Remy as he shuffled his deck.

"Oi think that..." the three were suddenly stopped by an incessant knocking on their window. Piotr stood up to open the curtains and a note was taped to the window.

"Get Howlett or (enter cliche here) you three... your friend, Wade "Shut the Fuck up" Wilson...
P.S. I was going to ask you guys after I shot you, but I forgot... how do you get rid of blood from silk. Actually stupid question, I'll just kill someone else for another shirt."

"Dat man... is very strange," said Piotr.

"Tres etrange. Hey homme, gimme da note." Piotr handed Remy the note and the note was surrounded by a pink hue before disintigrating into nothin.

"How did you guys get out of class? How did you do it!?" yelled an enthusiastic Kitty Pryde as she phased through the boys door.

"Ja, how'd you do it?" asked an equally enthusiastic Kurt Wagner as he teleported into the room.

"I don't think it very kind to enter a room without knocking, da?" asked Piotr.

"Sorry, it's just... how'd you, like, do it?" Kitty asked again.

"Ah don' t'ink dat it's appropriate fo' me to explain the mechanics of how to 'do it' to the p'tite," said Remy as he looked towards John with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What! Like, no, I mean..." Kitty was cut off by the melodic chuckling of the resident cajun.

"Oi don't know Remy, you know kids these days."

"Kids!?" yelled both Kurt and Kitty indignantly.

"Yeah, aren't you two a wee bit too young to be chatting up the blokes and crumpets?"

"Kurt, I, like, got lost at the too young part."

"Don't take John seriously Katya."

"Vhat did he say though?"

"Oi mean... uh, how do ya say it," said John as he scratched his head.

"Johnny means, dat aren't ya a bit young t' be flirttin' wit' the hommes et femmes?" Blushing furiously, the two forgot what they came in for and left the Acolytes' room embarrassed.

"And anoder confrontation successfully avoided..." said Remy as he stretched his arms out in an exaggerated fashion.

"By us three..." continued Piotr as he gently lay himself back into bed.

"The Acolyte boys!" finished John as he jumped up, before immediately falling back to bed as he yelped in pain. Remy and Piotr shared a laugh at their friend's misfortune. Another knock on the window made the three boys jump in surprise.

"Ah got dis one." Remy slowly parted the curtains to find Wade Wilson, still writing some ominous message.

"Damn't Remy, that wasn't in the script. You were supposed to hesitate before opening the curtains." Remy looked at Wade's hand to find a headless pigeon.

"Well, since you ruined my surprise. I guess I'll have to tell you that if you don't get Howlett in six days and turn him in to the abandoned warehouse at..." Wade turned the page of what looked like a script, "... the end of the pier, I'll be cu... Oh! coming for you. That typo got me worried for a minute."

"Six... days?" The three acolytes paled as the mouthy merc flipped off of their window.

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AN: Sorry, sorry, sorry... I've been extremely busy and this is the only time this week that I had been able to write my story. Well, I'm a huge Deadpool fan and felt betrayed that his character had basically been ruined in the movie. But I heard that Ryan Reynolds will reprise his role as Wade in a spinoff. Yay! Don't expect an update for at least another month. This chapter, though short, introduces the heart of the story. Thanks for reading, please review. I'm desperate for positive feedback.

(Written/ Directed/ and Starring Wade Wilson aka Deadpool... hehehe)