Paper-creations. That may be the most fantastic compliment I have ever been paid. I am very sorry to prove it wrong because this post was, like, a week late. 'S cool. Guess who's back? Back again? It's not Jamie… She's just sneaking around the house at 1 am.
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"Loooogaaaaannn…" And irritatingly familiar voice picked its way through Logan's unconscious mind.
They must have used one hell of a drug to get me under. He thought, forgetting the voice for a moment.
"Heyyyy LooooOOOOoooogannnnnn…"
Oh god. Logan finally recognized the voice as he opened his eyes. Deadpool's face was inches from his own.
"Hey Buddy!" Deadpool said cheerily, backing away.
The other X-men (and a LeBeau) groaned slightly as they woke form their drug induced states as well.
"And where the hell were you?" Kitty snapped when she noticed Deadpool crouched on a pile of still smoking brick.
"None of your sass, Kitty cat," Deadpool declared, standing upright and running out of the room, quickly returning, dragging something behind his back. "I brought you guys a present!" He revealed what he had been dragging behind him.
The Professor tied to a chair with duct tape.
"Ta-da!" Deadpool sang. The Professor screamed unintelligibly through the cocoon of duct tape that surrounded his mouth.
Logan felt his mouth drop open. Similar reactions were happening all around him.
"I didn't even shoot him!" He sounded proud of himself, though, not shooting him wasn't really an achievement when one stood back and counted all the stab wounds.
Gambit was the first to snap out of the slightly impressed stupor and tore the tape off of The Professors mouth.
"Bonjour," He said solidly as he charged the man's clothing. "I believe y' might have some information dat could be useful t' us, so, I suggest y' either tell Gambit what it is or prove 'm wrong before 'e decides that y' would look better scattered 'cross de room."
The Professor winced as the charge burned his skin and as Remy's glare bore into his eyes. You see, three blades pressed at your throat were a threat. Charging someone's clothes to explode was a promise. Also, when one was surrounded by a psychopathic maniac, a clawed feral animal, and a boyfriend in a very bad mood, it's just better to take the path of least resistance.
"I know some things that could be found useful." He allowed.
"Such as-." Gambit prompted with a bone-chilling smile.
"Such as they are using some of my technology to keep control over the girl."
"If you shut down thes 'technology' would she go back to being normal?" Kurt asked before Gambit could get in his next question.
"Almost immediately I would assume," The professor chuckled darkly. "If she were alive that is."
His clothing flared a brighter color.
"What d' y' mean?" Remy growled, his accent, thickened with anger, made his words almost impossible to pull apart.
"The amount of energy it would take to shut down the chip is impossible to replicate naturally for her to absorb," The man explained, awkwardly shifting around to keep in the least amount of contact with his clothing as he could. "The only way to shut it down would be to kill her."
His clothes started to fade away from the more vibrant side of the color spectrum.
That's. Ridiculous. Remy thought. Absolutely, completely, ridiculous. He paced around for a moment, charging his jacket for being so stupid. It burned at his skin hatefully.
"Gumbo," Wolverine bit off. "What are you doing?"
"Punishment." He snapped back, still pacing. He considered letting go of the jacket, but he wouldn't be able to make things right. Goddammit. The last time he had tried to 'make things right' he had ended up selling his soul to the devil. "." He repeated, this time out loud.
"Are we gonna kill Rogue?" Kitty asked, sniffing.
Remy laughed. An unexpected, slightly bitter laugh. Very quickly the laugh escalated to where he was rolling on the floor, clutching his sides (whether it was to keep his ribs intact from the force of his laughter or to maintain the magenta hue they had taken was a mystery to the X-men)(And Deadpool)((Who was actually not so much concerned with Gambit as the varying ways he could kill The Professor after Gambit was done laughing)
"Natural…Energy…" He gasped out between bouts of laughter. "Impossible… Amounts…"
"I think he has lost his mind." Storm said as they all watched the spectacle. Deadpool tried to sneak his way behind The Professor with a hunting knife while no one was looking.
"What are you babbling about-." Scott started, but then turned around sharply. "DEADPOOL PUT DOWN THE KNIFE."
All the X-men looked over their shoulders to watch Deadpool sigh dramatically and lower the knife from the screaming Professor's throat. When they turned back around, all they could see was the quickly disappearing tail of a glowing leather duster.
"Where is he going now?" Logan questioned harshly before following the trail of crackling energy, the X-men in hot pursuit as well.
Kitty ran back in, grabbed Deadpool, and then continued after Logan and Gambit.
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The stuff going into her lungs was air.
The sky was blue.
The grass was green.
2+2=4.
The feeling throughout her body was called pain.
All were well and good, but what was her name? She couldn't remember for the life of her.
The brightness above her was called light. The people surrounding her were doctors. They were holding medical tools. The red stuff was called blood.
Where was she?
"Are we done?" A voice asked. Words. English. Loud.
"Almost, sir." Another voice answered. "The girl will be ready to be debriefed in a few moments." Respect. Fear. Regret.
Who was the girl? Was she 'the girl'?
"Ready, sir." The same voice as before called out and she felt herself being eased into a semi-upright position, still strapped down firmly to the operating table.
"Do you understand the words that I am saying?." The slender man with black hair and thin glasses who seemed to be in charge of this little operation addressed her.
"Yes." She confirmed robotically.
"Do you know what you have been programmed to do?"
"Yes."
"Elaborate."
"First I am to disassemble the mutant group known as the X-men, collecting their powers and then submitting myself for their extraction. Then to other radical mutant groups, such as the Brotherhood and Acolytes. Again, I am to submit myself for their extraction and then my own termination." She replied by design.
"Beautiful." The man smiled evilly. "In the event of discovery you are to?"
"Self-terminate. Take as many others as I can with me."
"And in defeat?"
"Self-terminate."
"And in retreat?"
"There is no retreat. In the event of a situation that would call for retreat I am to self-terminate." The answer flew from her lips automatically, but despite that fact she knew that they were the right answers.
"Who is to stand in your way."
"There are no obstacles."
"When are you to set about this mission."
"As soon as physically possible."
"Perfect." His eyes flashed with success.
"I have a question." She said. The man seemed to be slightly surprised when she spoke. She used the same monotone she had when she was answering his questions which made the fact that she had spoken of her own will that much creepier.
"Yes?" He asked tentatively.
"Do I have a title?" She cocked her head to the side slightly with an animal curiosity.
"No." He snapped quickly.
"Understood." She nodded emotionlessly.
"Good." He snipped again, self-consciously readjusting his white lab coat. She caught the movement. Sign of weakness. Stress. Distrust. She systematically ran through an easy way to take this man out. He was very thin, his skin was tanned because of lineage not from actual exposure to the sun, the way he held himself clearly stated that he understood the boundaries of his role and wished not to over step them. He wouldn't even be a challenge.
It was in that man's best interest to loosen the restraints around her wrists and move out of her way before she did them both for him.
Good thing he was a smart man, "Let her go." He instructed the professionals at her side and they immediately loosened the bonds on her wrists.
She took a moment to categorize her muscles. Generally they were all stiff from being confined so long, sore from some sort of action she must have been doing, her neck in particular was sore and when she poked at it she discovered three little scabbed up holes. How odd. She took a deep breath and found that the right side of her chest was stiff and sore as well, like an old wound just healing up.
She knew from the maturity of her body that she had obviously not just come into existence. But, if not spontaneous generation of matter, then what? Where was she from? Who was she exactly?
"Disassemble the X- men." She repeated, giving herself a purpose. She balled up her fist. For some reason the sight of her naked fingers looked very odd to her. "There are no obstacles."