A/N: Sorry for the late update, I had very busy weekend. Thank you all so much for the reviews, the favoriting, and the alerting. It makes me very happy to see how many of you like this story. Please keep reviewing! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)

Chapter 4

Even though his blades were fast, nearly at a blinding speed, Ivy kept up the pace knocking the jabs and thrusts back as if Wade was a meager page boy just learning the art of swordplay, and it was beginning to annoy him. A smirk tweaked onto his face, surpassing the annoyance, he had found her weakness. Her Achilles' heel.

There it was. The soil trailed from the tips of her fingers to the two double dirt whips, she had wrapped around one arm, across her shoulders and to the other. But that was not even the weakness, the soil trailing from her finger tips was it, if he could just cut her connection to the earth, he would have her. Wade swung his blades forward in one false swoop of a crescent moon motion, and sneered in satisfaction as the earth around the little girl mutant crumbled around her feet like rain, and her dark rose pink eyes became wide with fear as she tried to back away from him. He was almost on top of her, his shadow covering Ivy in even more darkness then the dying ceiling lights were giving. The tip of his blade was near her throat, right underneath her chin. But before he could decapitate her, a diamond was thrust into stomach, knocking the air right out of his lungs, as he glared down at the Cajun, who was on the side of him, the metal of his staff was tipped up slightly at an odd angle in order to stop Wade's swords from going any farther toward the flesh of the earth-puppeteer.

The diamond began to glow as red as the sword-wielder was knocked off his feet and sent into a wall, the blast of kinetic knocking the air out of him, as he slid along the wall into an a nearly unconscious state. He looked up at a blurry of version of the girl that Stryker wanted them to capture, the back of Wade's head was throbbing and he could feel a warm sticky liquid beginning to pool in the back of his head and near his stomach were in the diamond had been. Ivy. Wasn't that her name? How could fail so many times in trying to capture to her? He tried to lift his blades, but found to his own frustration, that the metal from the shelves that had knocked down on impact were wrapping around like handcuffs.

The earth-puppeteer continued to force the metal to twist around Deadpool, she could see the silver strings coming from her fingertips and leading to the shelves, beginning to sag, and exhaustion was starting to cloud her vision as she finally released her control on the metal, and felt her knees buckling out from her under. Dead earth was awfully stubborn and took much more energy then she had on her own to control it, live earth was so much better and easier for her to manipulate.

"Easy there, Ivy. We can't have ya passing out now." Remy said, his breath tickling her ear, as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She could only smile meekly at him, the world around her turning into a haze, as the lights began to glow brightly again.

Remy made his way slowly back to the cart that had been abandoned halfway out of the alley that held the shampoo, conditioner, and hair dye aisle. He set the weakening and over exhausted earth-puppeteer into the cart, where there was still space unoccupied, which was the seat were a squirmy child would have been placed.

The cart came to a squeaky halt in front of a cashier counter, the number twelve oddly blinking in and out of its white color. The Cajun peered over the counter to find the young cashier, a girl about seventeen with spiky orange hair, cowering behind it. She looked up at the smiling New Orleans man and almost jumped out of her skin, placing a shaky hand on the counter, she pulled herself up and began to scan the items that the handsome man with the thick accent began to pull free from the cart. She looked up from the annoying sound of the beeping, to see the girl that had been trailing him earlier, slumped in the seat of the cart like a rag doll. When she raised an eyebrow in concern toward Remy's companion, he only smiled charmingly at her and waved it away, paying for the items in cash.

Ivy awoke from her hazy daydreams to the feeling of wind in her face, and the sound of a radio blaring music, she had never heard, the rustling of the plastic bags filled with her items in the backseat. Backseat? She desperately rubbed the blurriness from her eyes to see that they were sitting in a car, her in the passenger seat, while Remy was driving, his hat slightly tipped so it shadowed his face. Keys were dangling in the ignition so he had not hotwired it, but it only made her wonder just how much money her traveling companion was carrying around with him.

The Cajun glanced over at the earth-puppeteer with his forest green eyes. Her dark rose pink eyes were still heavy with exhaustion, but at least she was somewhat alert. He slammed on the gas petal a little more, and smiled in amusement as Ivy gripped onto the leather of the seat for dear life even though she was buckled.

He chuckled, earning himself a glare from the earth-puppeteer, who swiftly swatted him jokily in the arm before her nerves calmed down and she settled in the seat and looked up at him as if she was trying to figure out who he was.

"You haven't called me chéri in a long time." she said, "Why haven't you?"

"That nickname doesn't fit you." he replied. "I will let you know when I find the perfect one."

Ivy looked away from him, and the out the window at the twinkling stars.

If he played for keeps, what did that mean for her?

A/N: I hope the pace of the story does not seemed rushed. The next chapter will be posted soon! Please review! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)