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Chapter Seven: Past Meets Present (Part Four)…

Colossus burst through the guards like a wrecking ball, scattering them all to the walls. Dazed after the brute strength, the few military personnel that managed to remain standing found themselves at the mercy of the escaping prisoners. Storm and Darcy brought up the rear with resigned sighs. There was no way that they could avoid injuries or even deaths after the torture the people were subjected to.

The men from her past kept a close guard around her, with the bare-chested man with no mouth right up behind her. Still, her mind panicked away from the idea that her dreams were memories. She was terrified of the thought that she actually committed such atrocities. It wasn't who she was, there was no way she was capable of any of it.

The group turned a corner and the heavy blast doors that led to the exit right in front of them. The prisoners let out a celebratory cheer and surged forward for the last stretch. Darcy panted heavily, not used to the continuous stamina needed for such missions. For a brief moment, she panicked; what if she was too tired to get the trucks running? Shaking her head mentally, she banished the thought away. Darcy knew there was no other choice but to get them working, otherwise, they were all in for a hell of a fight to get away.

Bursting through the heavy doors, they were greeted by a blinding flash of sunlight and a firing squad. Everything seemed to slow down for Darcy. Her eyes widened in shock as the guns fired, everyone scattering around her. A thick, muscular arm snaked around her waist, drawing her to a warm chest before the body turned and shielded her from the bullets. For a moment she thought it was Logan, coming back and helping with the other men. That was until she noticed the lack of shirt and the pure warmth that encased her. Logan was cold, thanks to the adamantium skeleton. Looking up, her gaze was caught by the mouth-less man.

Stay on my ass like a bad smell and keep me between the soldiers and you.

A foreign voice sounded in her head like church bells. "No need to shout, you mouth-less jackass!" she said angrily, holding her head. "That hurts, you know!"

He stared at her stunned, no sign of pain in his eyes as bullets pounded into his flesh. You can hear me?! Darcy gave him an unfriendly stare.

"No, the fairies on the wind just told me to stay on your ass like a bad smell. Do you really think I'm stupid enough to get in the way of bullets?"

Yes, because bursting through closed doors without knowing what's on the other side is always a smart thing to do. Sarcasm dripped from his telepathically projected words. Darcy struggled to hide a blush.

"In case you didn't realize," she hissed, "Colossus, the steel man, was in front, not me! And besides, this is my first darned mission!"

"Could you two love birds cool whatever the hell it is that you're doing and start those fucking trucks so we can get out of here?" Zero yelled from a barrel a few feet from them, firing a pistol he had somehow managed to get his hands on. Darcy glanced underneath the man's arm. Mutants all around them were fighting back with ferocity of a cornered tiger.

"Oh for the love of god!" she whined. "I didn't even volunteer for this crap, I was conscripted!" With an angry and tired huff, she pulled away from him and looked around for the trucks. Spotting them near Colossus, she focused her mind towards her friend. Check to see if the trucks have keys! The hulking man nodded towards her and walked over to the military machines, carelessly ignoring the bullets pinging off his body. Peering over the door, he turned and nodded. Darcy sighed, pleased that her job was getting easier. However, the other truck didn't and Zero had run out of bullets.

"STORM!" she shouted to her white haired friend. Ororo turned and looked at her with frustrated patience. "The first truck has keys, I'll take the other one!" the white haired wind goddess nodded and rallied her group of mutants to make a lunge for it. Colossus, noticing the older woman's movements, started to run at the soldiers, drawing their fire towards him and leaving a path open for the others. Darcy sighed enviously. "I wish I had his power."

Her strange mutant looked down at her weirdly. You fantasize about becoming a great big hulking pile of metal? You have some kinky ideas, princess. Giving him a filthy glare, she motioned for the remaining mutants. "I need to get these guys into the back of that other truck and time for me to hotwire it. Any ideas, pumpkin?"

You have any telekinesis? She nodded. Get those two pistols to Zero and get him to protect you while I get the others to the truck. Hope you don't mind dead bodies, Princess, and its Deadpool, not pumpkin. She stared in shock as two three-foot blades burst out of his hands like Logan's claws. Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the air, knocking out several soldiers. Looking around for the source, she spotted a handsome man in his mid twenties, hefting a rock with a smirk. The rock glowed a bright pink as he threw it towards the men, blowing up upon impact.

Now that's a fairy, Deadpool snorted in her mind. His kinetic energy is PINK! Darcy rolled her eyes.

"Less talking, more action, muscles," she replied, shooing him away with her hands. In response, his finely formed muscles flexed impressively as he stood up, his blades singing murderously as he darted forward with no warning. Mentally shaking her head, Darcy held up her hands, summoning the pistols towards Zero. Darting from her cover, she ran to the dark haired man.

"The arrogant narcissist told me to let you know that we need to get to the truck and I need cover while hotwiring it." He looked at her strangely for a moment before understanding dawned. He quickly checked the pistols and hauled her up, pushing her to the truck and motioning to the other mutants to follow. Quickly, she opened the door and slammed in behind her. The large truck vibrated as the others got into the back and ducked down, not wanting to be caught by a stray bullet flying through the canvas covering. Stooping down behind the enormous steering wheel, she brought up Bobby's freezing power to shatter the panel that covered the wires.

Twenty different wires dropped down, all the same color. "Shit, shit, shit, and shit!" she swore under her breath. The other door opened, startling her. Zero stood there.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." She waved off her apology.

"We've got bigger problems." Darcy replied, pointing down to the wires. "I'm too tired to use my abilities, so unless you have a knife about a centimeter wide, we're not going anywhere." He shook his head and then moved up to the curtain.

"Any of you have a small knife?" Most shook their heads until a fourteen year old girl jumped up.

"Will this do?" she held up a butter knife she had swiped from the kitchen. Zero grabbed it and gave the blunt object to Darcy. Looking at it with hopelessness, she sighed.

"Guess it will have to, I've never actually done this with a blunt instrument," she muttered, jamming it into the ignition with as much strength as she could muster. Turning it, the engine spluttered before coming to life. Incredulously, Darcy stared at the wheel in shock. "That shouldn't have worked."

"Who gives a flying fuck? Get us out of here," Zero ordered urgently.

"What about Deadpool?" Darcy threw back.

"He'll catch up!"

A Bamphf sounded in the cabin, startling the two. Casually, Deadpool relaxed between the two, his feet crossed on the dash. Are we heading off anytime soon, Princess?