A/N: So I realize that this part is shorter than last, two reasons, I didn't realize part one had gotten so long until my husband asked me if I was writing fan-fiction or a book. Number two, I really wanted to get my next part up, so you awesome people could read it. Please feel free to tell me what you think. Sometimes the hubby helps me write when my mind can't stay on one track (and a lot of the time we argue about it). Anyways, I hope to get the next one cranked out by the end of the week, or the weekend.
` A month had passed since Alyssa's surgery. She was more than ready to move on with her life but had found herself trying to destroy it. She had became preoccupied with death, and was in a dark place mentally. She still loved Wade to pieces, but found herself struggling with the changes inside her. She spent most of her time unpacking and any free time pushing the limits of life and death.
Cutting wasn't the only nasty habit she picked up, she had started smoking again. She vowed after she had gotten away from her father she would quit but the stress of going back made her pick them back up.
Ali sat on the couch, cigarette resting in her lips, and a pocket knife in her hand. She was cutting her wrist and watching it heal. She had been doing this for days. Wade sat back and watched her, worrying about her.
"Babe, give me back my knife." he reached for it.
"I just wonder if I can die now?" she questioned pulling away from him. She put the blade to her neck.
"Don't!" Wade grabbed her arm and wrestled the knife away.
"Sorry," she held her head down, "I used to be so fixed on dying, that the thought of not being able to die is off putting."
Wade had been dealing with a darker version of his Ali cat, she had been cutting, and even tried to jump off a bridge. He had to keep a close eye on her. It scared him because he was convinced that her new healing ability was caused by the heart and lung transplant and would go away so soon as her body got rid of his DNA.
"I think you will be fine to die in eighty or so years." He kissed her head gingerly.
"Lets hope so."
She was dealing with the torment that her father had put her through. Mentally preparing herself for what she had to do. She had relived every night she was in that house with that man since her mother died. Wade had found her several times stabbing the ground repeatedly and crying. He wished she could talk to him about it, but didn't push the issue.
They had decided that since they moved to the country that maybe she needed a new car. It would save them tons in cab fare. She had the trunk loaded with the gear she thought they'd need, and Wade added things he knew they would need. She closed up the trunk and went back in the house.
Morning would come early and they would be making the long trip. She had a million thoughts in her head, and he could tell.
"Babe, do you need a distraction?"
"No Wade, I need.. I don't know what I need." Her mind was foggy and she had a hard time focusing.
"Wanna take a ride?" He raised his eyebrows pointing at his crotch.
"Not now." she was distant.
"Ali cat what's wrong?"
"I just have something on my mind," she sighed looking away from him.
"What is it?"
"Just thinking about how I can't wait to off my father."
"I guess that would be a mood killer."
"Can we go over the plan one more time?"
"Yes love. We sneak in, I go in first disarm and restrain. Then you can take out your frustrations on him, before killing him."
"Then you dispose of the body, while I get anything out of the house of value."
"That's right babe."
"Can we go to bed?"
"I guess." he took her hand leading her upstairs.
"Wade I'm sorry that I haven't been myself, I know it's been hard to live with me for the past few weeks, but this is almost over."
"You're safe with me, you know that right?"
"It's not just about being safe Wade, it's about all that motherfucker has taken from me. I can't wait to drive a Katana through him." she fought back tears.
"I'm sorry babe." he kissed her letting go of her hand allowing her to climb in bed.
"It's not your fault." she pulled the sheets back and sat on the bed. "I love you Wade Wilson."
"I love you too." he laid down on the bed.
She lit a cigarette and laid back against the headboard. "I'm scared, Wade."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Going back, I mean the memories haunt me."
"I'll be with you." He didn't know what he could say to comfort her.
"I know, and that means more to me than you know." she put her cigarette out and snuggled up to him.
"Get some sleep," he kissed her head playing with her hair.
She slept rough, kept waking up with nightmares. Her father haunted her dreams. She had gotten up and walked through the house checking closets and cabinets. She also made sure all the windows and doors were locked. She finally laid down starting at the clock until morning.
"Baby, it's time to get up." she nudged Wade.
"OK." he sat up.
She dressed in all black standing at the bathroom mirror. She looked like hell, her eyes were sunken and had dark rings. A cigarette resting in her lips she finished brushing her hair and grabbed her overnight bag.
She walked down stairs to find Wade sitting in the kitchen. "You ready?"
"Yeah, let's get this over with." she grabbed her keys off the counter and followed him out the door, locking it behind them.
The car ride was one sided, Wade talking non-stop. Ali driving, nodding, and smoking. Two hours in the ride he finally got quite.
"Babe, you gonna talk to me?"
"Sorry," she said glancing at him. "Just lost in thought."
"What you thinking."
"About how he took our baby from us."
"Ali," he sighed. "I know it hurts, but he's getting his. Please stop locking down on me. I remember one time you begged me to tell you any and everything that bothered me, all I ask is that you do the same."
"I know and I'm sorry, you're right. I've been having nightmares that he is in our house. That he knows I'm not dead."
"There is no way he knows you are still alive."
"I know, We have about eight hours left in this trip, you wanna get food."
"Oh shit," he looked at her in shear terror, "I forgot my fucking mask."
"Just wear your hoodie we can hit a drive thru."
"No if you wanna go in somewhere we can."
"This trip will be faster if we go to a drive thru ."
"OK."
She pulled off at the next exit and filled the back seat with Taco Bell. Then she was back on the road. She tried to play music but they couldn't agree. She chain smoked the last leg of the trip.
"Ali cat, calm down, I'm here." she was shaking as they crossed into Kentucky.
"Sorry, just not much longer now," she flicked her cigarette out and lit another.
She pulled in the driveway of a abandoned house two doors down from her father's. They geared up and headed for the house.
"The back door is broken, it has been like that all my life, all you have to do is kick it and it will open." she looked at him, very proud that he forgot his mask. "Wade, I love you." she pulled him in for a kiss.
"I love you, give me five minutes then come in."
He slipped through the back door. Her father was passed out on the couch. He got closer, he knew this man, he had trained him in the military. It was bitter sweet for Wade to be tying up his former mentor/torturer. He went to the back door.
"You never told me your father was ex-military!" he almost shouted at her.
"I didn't think it was relevant, he retired right after I was born, and has been sitting on the couch ever since."
"He was my special ops trainer. He trained me to be the killer that I am."
"Are you sure?" she was confused, and now scared. She backed away from him.
"Yes I'm sure, I'd never forget that face." he growled. She backed further away.
"I'm sorry Wade," she was afraid of him now, he was acting aggressive to her.
"Stop, Ali, I'm not going to hurt you." he said realizing he had scared her.
"How do I know your not a double agent?"
He rolled his eyes, "Alyssa, if I was paid to kill you don't you think you'd be dead and not my almost wife." he reached out and grabbed her pulling her to him. "I really love you. Besides, I think I have PTNBC from all his 'drills'." He shuddered at the glimpse of the memory.
"Is he ready?" she shook nervously.
"Yes love."
She pushed past him and into the house. She saw her father tied up and passed out on the couch. She walked up to him and slapped him across the face. He shook awake. Wade stood behind the couch watching her.
Her dad opened his eyes. He tried to pull away, "You're dead."
"No James, you wanted me dead. My husband had other plans." she pulled a knife out of her pocket, clicking it open.
"I'm your father and you will respect me," he warned.
"Fuck you," she spit on him. She walked closer to him, straddling him, she ran her blade across his face. "Sorry daddy, I would never touch you willingly, that's why you broke my nose. Pinching it so I'd open my mouth for your nasty dick." She held her blade in her right hand stabbing him in the shoulder.
"That... didn't happen..." he gritted in pain.
"Yes it did. The night we buried my mother." she yanked the blade out.
He screamed. "You're delusional."
"You're a liar." she slid down to the floor she held her blade at his crotch.
"I never touched you!"
"I guess you didn't leave me for dead in my own home, killing my child." she yelled at him lifting her arm to stab him.
"OK... I'm sorry, I did it," he admitted.
"You did what, I need to hear you say it."
"I raped you repeatedly, I hit you, I broke your nose, your ribs, and even put you in the hospital. I tried to kill you more than once." he grinned, "I'd do it all again."
She saw red, slamming the blade into his groin, "FUCKER!" she screamed pulling the blade out of him and forcing it back inside him.
Her father was reeling in agony, but still had a look of disgust and defiance on his face. She wanted to end him, but she also wanted him to suffer. She left the knife buried in his crotch and stood up. She walked to the car and got the bag Wade had packed. She didn't know what was in there, but if good ol' DP packed it, there was enough pain in that bag to make everything right.
When she walked back in she could hear Wade talking. He was still standing behind the couch keeping out of her father's line of sight.
"You made me do push-ups as you dropped bricks on me, all because I said I doinked your mom?"
"Who the fuck are you, you twisted sumnabitch?!"
"The twisted sumnabitch that you, so graciously I might add, helped create," He looked over at his fiance and grinned at the fact she had brought in his party bag. "Oooh, somebody's in trouble now!"
Alyssa stepped back in front of her father and dropped the bag on his lap, causing him to scream loudly. She noticed the puddle of blood beginning to form at his feet now. Opening the bag, she pretended to ignore her father's string of obscene insults.
Wade had an impressive array of torture tools in his bag, one was slightly disturbing.
"Ahem..." She cleared her throat as she pulled out and held up a frighteningly large strap-on with metal spikes.
"What? Ain't no party like a DP party, 'cause a DP party is banned in at least 23 fuckin' states."
"What the fuck do you think you're going to do with that? You wanna get your revenge by fucking me back you slu..."
"No, you might like that."
She jammed the phallus of doom in her father's mouth with all her might. Blood was pouring out of his mouth. One of the larger spikes had punctured his cheek and tore it as she pushed. Her mind was racing, flashes of all the abuse she suffered. She felt something warm on her face, and it made her think of all the times he'd cum on her face calling her a filthy slut telling her no one could love an ugly, fat, girl like her. That she'd always be just someones cum bucket.
She looked into his now terrified eyes, "You were wrong daddy, I found someone who loves me, and someone I love being a cum bucket for." she raised her blade with a twisted grin. "Go to Hell." she hissed slashing through his arm.
She had stabbed him sixty times before Wade pulled her off. A bayonet was still lodged in his skull.
"He's dead," he pulled her too him.
She was crying so hard she couldn't breathe. She broke away from Wade, running to what was her room. He followed.
"Do you feel better?" she was sitting in the floor covered in blood.
"Lots," she pulled her knees to her chest. Her tears mixing with blood that was on her face. Being in her own room brought back horrible memories. She stood up and started throwing things.
Wade stepped out of her way letting her rage. She had collapsed in the floor screaming and crying. He went to her side.
"Babe let's get you cleaned up." he held his hand out offering to help her up.
He lead her the the bathroom he passed on the way to her room. She stood there almost emotionless as he pulled her shirt over her head. He unclasped her bra throwing it on the floor with her shirt. Making his way to her hips he slid her pants down kissing her leg. She shivered. He found a wash cloth and ran some water, gently washing her face as silent tears streamed down. He kissed her forehead.
"It's over now, he can never hurt you again." he whispered rinsing the blood out of the wash cloth.
He finished washing the blood off of her body, "Remind me not to piss you off." he joked trying to ease the tension in the room.
"Thank you," she mustered between sobs.
"For what?" he looked at her confused.
"For not letting me live the rest of my life believing the lies my father told me."
"Anytime babe. You got some clothes you can put on?"
"Yeah," she walked back to her room and put on a black dress that she wore to prom the year before. She grabbed a few of her things and threw them in a bag, he stood at the door watching her. She could tell his eyes were on her she turned to face him.
"You're so hot in that dress." he tilted his head looking her up and down.
"Wade, do you really think this is the time to try to come on to me?"
"Why not, give you a good memory here, before we burn it to the ground." he walked closer to her. Reaching out and pulling her to him, he kissed her exposed neck causing her to gasp.
She pulled her dress up over her hips and bent over her desk, "Make me cum," she hissed.
His pants hit the floor, he grabbed her hip and pushed inside her making her scream. She turned her head to see him. Watching as he thrust into her, the look of pure pleasure on his face made her weak at the knees. She pushed back into him.
"Harder," she growled. Tightening her grip on the desk
He complied driving into her harder, each thrust deeper, causing her to shiver under him.
He smirked quickening his pace, "Cum for me." he ordered, relentlessly driving into her.
She shook under him cumming hard, squirting down his length. She feel on the desk breathless, as he finished inside her.
"That's my girl."
"Yes I'm yours." she turned to face him pulling him close to her. She kissed him letting her tongue roam his mouth, enjoying the way he tasted. He reciprocated, her lips tasted like a mix of cherries and cigarettes. He moaned pulling away from her.
"We need to get going."
"Give me just a few minutes I need to get a few things from the safe. You get your weapons, meet me at the car." she walked to the other side of the house with an almost empty duffle bag in her hand.
In her parents room she grabbed a picture of her mother, and cleaned out the safe. Making sure to grab all paperwork she would need. She stuffed the contents of the safe in the bag, and headed to the car.
Wade removed his gear from her fathers lifeless body. He had always known this man was an asshole, and in Wades personal opinion he got off easy. He was proud that Alyssa was able to kill him, he thought she would have a breakdown and he would have to step in and do the job. Cleaning his blood off of the blades he dropped them in his bag. He pulled his hood up and walked out to the car.
"Ready?" he asked seeing her leaned up against the car cigarette in her mouth.
"Yes, let's do this." She grabbed a can of kerosene out of the trunk of the car and walked back in the house dousing her fathers body, then the rest of the house.
Wade was outside pouring kerosene around the house. The sun was setting and the wind was starting to pick up, it was cool for October, and he was ready to roast marshmallows. He saw a blaze start in the living room and headed back to the car to wait on Ali.
She was walking out the back door, her head held high, tears flowing once more. She made it back to the car. Wiping her eyes and tossing a cigarette butt on the ground.
"There is someone I need to see before we head to the hotel." she said opening the drivers side door stepping into the car.
"A boyfriend?"
"No Wade, my best friend. She is probably worried sick about me. She hasn't seen or heard from me in five months."
"OK."
Fifteen minutes later she was pulling into the driveway of her best friend. She got out of the car, Wade was doodling he did that when he had to wait. She looked through the window at him.
"I'll be right back." she blew him a kiss.
"Take your time love. Not like I'm going anywhere."
She walked up to the door and rang the bell. After a few seconds Sarah opened the door.
"You look like absolute shit," she said wrapping her arms around her friend.
"Nice to see you too." She smiled hugging Sarah
"You wanna come in?"
"No, we can talk out here." she motioned her to the swing in the front yard.
"OK, so what brings you back to town."
"I killed him." she said coldly.
"What, come again?" Sarah looked shocked.
"He found me in New York, he tried to kill me," she pulled her dress up showing Sarah her scars.
"Oh my God, that looks painful."
"It was, I required a heart and lung transplant, but thankfully my beautiful husband had one he could spare." she pointed to the car.
"Wait husband, your married!? You didn't even tell me?"
"Well we aren't married yet, but I've been living with him for the past four months. He asked me to marry him, then gave me his heart literally." she smiled placing her hand on her heart.
"I'm confused, he gave you his heart, how's he still alive?"
"Wade's special," she smiled.
"He sounds like it, do I get to meet him?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know, I'm gonna assume that's him in the car." Sarah said standing up and walking towards the car.
"Sarah, wait." she said running after her friend. "Listen, I love him, he is the most beautiful person to me, but not everyone can look at him." she whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"He's scarred pretty badly, and suffers confidence issues because of it. Took me months to talk train him no mask in the house. So please don't freak out."
"I'll do my best." She sighed.
"Thank you, now let's go meet my knight in red and black spandex." she walked up to Wade's door she opened it. He looked up at her.
"Baby, my friend Sarah wants to meet you." he looked back at the floor as soon as he saw Sarah.
"Do you think that's really a good idea," he said looking at the floor.
"Hey any husband of my best friend will at least get my approval." Sarah said using her hips to push Alyssa out of the way.
"Sarah! Sorry honey she can be forceful to get her way."
"I take it she at least had it in her to warn you?" Wade said turning to look at Sarah.
"Yes she did, put she failed to tell me you had such pretty eyes." Sarah said, "When you're picked on all day every day, you learn to look for the good in people. So no I don't think you too ugly for my bestie."
"Well, I can promise it's not my eyes she's in love with, little further south." Wade smiled. "It's my amazing pancake flippin' hands that keep the ladies coming back for more. Or my huge cock... Haven't figured out which."
"There's the foul mouth I love so much. Babe will you please get out come talk with us?" She rolled her bottom lip out at him and gave her best puppy eyes.
"I guess," Wade sighed in defeat, "But I'm not responsible if children have nightmares."
"Come sit with us on the grass," Ali said trying not to seem giddy.
They pulled up a spot on the grass. Ali taking Wade's hand.
"This is not exactly the threesome I had in mind but it works."
"Wade Wilson!" Ali shot him a mean look, "You will have to pardon my sweet husband, sometimes a jackass comes out his mouth."
"What I can't make a joke?"
"So how did you meet him?" Sarah interjected.
"Well, you see she was a damsel in distress, bad man was trying to rob and rape her. I jumped in un-alived said bad guy, she jumped in my arms moaning 'Oh Deadpool, make love to me' that was that."
"That's not exactly what happened. You forgot the part where said bad guy had stuck a three inch blade in my side, and we didn't have sex for like a month." Alyssa corrected her over eager future spouse.
"Wow, and I take it your some kind of super hero then." Sarah looked at Wade confused.
"Super yes, hero, not in this life." he looked at the ground playing with blades of grass.
"So where are you living at now?"
"This hunk of man bought us a house in the country side of New York. We are going to start a family as soon as I see the good ol' doc again." She looked away remembering that she should be big and pregnant right now.
"A family, like kids, dogs, and stuff?"
"We'd already be half way to our first baby if I hadn't left her unprotected." Wade still blamed himself for Alyssa's attack.
"What's he talking about Ali?"
"When my father tried to kill me, I was pregnant. We lost the baby."
"I'm so sorry," Sarah laid her head on Ali's shoulder. "I hope you gave him what he deserved. No one else was going to hold him accountable."
"She did a great job."
The sun had completely set, and she was starting to get cold, "Sarah we are going to have to leave. I'll call you as soon as we get back to New York. Maybe you can fly in for our wedding."
"Do you have to leave now?"
"It'd be for the best won't be long before every cop in the city is looking for me." she sighed.
"You know as well as anyone else they probably just want to give you a medal of honor right?" Sarah said.
"Yeah, I'm sure they are thrilled not to have to deal with him anymore."
"Wait, did the cops know what he was doing to you?"
"Yes they did," Sarah said bluntly. "They could never make a charge stick, he would stand behind the fact that he was an honorable service man to our country, and Alyssa was just a moody teenager."
"They couldn't even make the rape charge stick, when they had all the evidence they needed in my belly." she about threw up thinking about being pregnant with her fathers child.
"Hold up a God damn minute, he knocked you up and they still couldn't lock his ass up?" anger shot across his face.
"No, he took me to a military doctor who preformed the abortion and destroyed the baby before anyone could prove anything."
"Sounds like more people need some justice." he clicked his tongue, "Some good ol' Deadpool justice."
"I'd say so," Sarah agreed. "Where are y'all staying tonight, I mean, my parents are out of town, why not stay here?"
"That is up to this sexy beast."
"Ali, I don't care. Just know I'm twice as scary in the daylight." he said looking at Sarah.
"Good, maybe you can keep the door to door salesmen away." She said sarcastically.
"I'll answer the door in my french maids outfit, that should keep 'em at bay for a week or so."
"Sounds hot," Ali said leaning over kissing him.
"Do you two need a room?" Sarah was glad it was dark she was blushing.
"Nah, I can take her right here."
"Not if I get to you first." Ali pushed him back in the grass.
"Guys, the neighbors?"
"OK, I can wait," Ali planted her lips on his neck sucking hard.
"Speak for yourself." Wade moaned pulling her on top of him.
"Well I'm going into the house, come it whenever you're... ready" she said leaving the lovers on the front lawn.
"I need you," she begged, her lips roughly meeting with his.
"Not as bad as I need you." he ran his hands up her dress.
She shifted freeing his throbbing member, "God, Wade, I won't be able to walk in the morning," she moaned sliding him inside her.
"That's fine, I can carry you," he lifted his hips bucking into her.
She bit her lip laying her head back, "Damn, babe," she rocked her hips, the grass soft beneath her knees.
He pulled her head toward his kissing her deeply forcing himself inside her tightness. He bit her lip holding back a moan. She rocked faster knowing that neither of them would last long.
"Yes beautiful, ride my cock," he hissed against her lips.
He placed his hands on her hips thrusting into her faster. Her legs shook as her orgasm approached.
"Damn you," she panted kissing him. He thrust into her one last time, squeezing her ass as he came.
"Why damn me, you started it."
"Did not," she slid him out of her.
He made a pouty face, "Who said I was finished with you?"
"For now I do, I'm thirsty, and I really have to take a piss."
"Fine," he fixed himself in his pants.
"Let's go in the house." she stood up, he followed.
"You have a nice ass, maybe I can pound it next?"
"You first Wade." she looked at him in all seriousness.
"No problem babe." he winked.
She rolled her eyes at him opening the door. Sarah was sitting on the couch.
"Hey, I gotta go piss, but do you wanna order a pizza?" Ali said walking past her friend and to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
"Sure," Sarah yelled from the couch.
"Sarah! Come here!" Alyssa called from the bathroom.
"I'm I gonna miss some girl on girl action?"
There was some murmuring from the bathroom, then Sara came back out.
"Everything OK in there? I ordered pizza." Wade was sitting on the couch.
"Yeah just chick problems." Sara said sitting on the arm of the couch.
"Oh, blow job week."
"Do you not have a filter?"
"For a car? Coffee pot? My mouth? Nope, nope and hell to the naw."
Ali came back out and flopped down on the couch next to Wade. "What did he say this time?"
"Nothing, just found out it's blow job week," he said seriously confused on why it was assumed he had said something wrong. Because you're you, that's why. Shut up dingus.
Ali rolled her eyes at him, "Keep talking mister, I'll have you bent over the bed."
"You promise?" He purred.
"You two are gross." Sarah made a gagging motion.
"I prefer the term adventurous." Wade said pulling Ali closer to him.
"So that's what the young hip kids are calling it," Sarah rolled her eyes.
"On a serious note, when's the pizza coming?"
"They said give them about an hour."
"I'll starve!" Ali said dramatically.
"I got something you can eat." he said winking at her.
"Hey that's my line," she hit him in the arm.
"Please tell me y'all do more than just fuck and make dirty jokes?"
"No, we have to eat sometime." He smirked. "She also gets bitchy if she doesn't sleep. I occasionally poop. Sometimes kill people. Blow a lot of shit up..."
"I don't get bitchy cause I'm sleepy Wade, I get bitchy cause I'm sleeping and you keep rubbing your dick on me."
"Too much information!" Sarah had a look of disgust on her face.
"Sorry, he isn't house trained yet."
"I'll behave," he pouted.
"He may behave, but he won't shut up. He is always talking, even in his sleep. It's something you have to get used to."
"Wanna watch a movie?" Sarah suggested.
"You got any sappy romance girly movies? Preferably one with Molly Ringwald. Ooh, or Catherine Zeta-Jones!" he was surprisingly getting more excited as he rattled off actresses.
"Do you really wanna watch a girly movie?" Sarah looked at him confused.
"He loves sappy romance movies."
"OK, well I have one, I bet he's gonna just love." Sarah said walking over to her movie shelf pulling out a movie. "This on has Catherine Zeta-Jones in it." she held up 'The Rebound'
"Oohh, that one is my favorite," he said wiggling in the seat like an excited dog.
"Down boy." Ali put her hand on his shoulder.
There was a knock on the door, "That's the pizza," Wade said handing Ali the cash.
"I'll be right back try to contain yourself," she walked to the door.
"I have your pizza," she looked down at the stack there was twenty pizza's, "Your total is two-hundred thirty-seven dollars and thirty-eight cents."
She sighed counting out the money, "Here's two-sixty, keep the change." she picked up and carried in the first five pizza.
"Sarah can you give me a hand." She asked sitting them down on the couch.
"With pizza?"
"First rule of Deadpool, he eats for a god damn army, we will go broke just feeding him." Ali walked back to the door picking up five more and handing them to Sarah.
"Will he really eat all of this?"
"Yes he will, he will eat it all." Wade said creepily as she sat them down on the table.
"OK these are the last ones, seventeen pizza's Wade, really." Ali said opening a box. "Please nothing gross."
"Anchovies are not gross, and I already found that pizza."
"Good cause I'm not eating it." She sat down beside him looking threw the boxes trying to find her bacon, ham, and pineapple pizza. "There you are you yummy thing!"
They ate there food and watched the movie. Ali passed out on Wade's shoulder about half way through the movie. He snuggled up to her finishing the movie with Sarah.
"You two can take the guest bedroom, it's at the end of the hall next to the bathroom." Sarah said pointing down the hall.
"Thanks," he mouthed trying not to wake Ali up.
He shifted out from under her, bending down picking her up, he carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down. Working her under the blankets. He went to the bathroom.
"Why won't you leave me alone," he whispered to the mirror.
Wade we both know how this ends, save yourself some heartbreak, man just leave. I mean you know that she's safe now.
"Fuck off," he whispered sitting on the floor.
He knew that the jackass in his head was right, that he was the universes toilet, and this was bound to turn to shit. He considered that Madcap may have been right, he should save himself the pain.
I can't fuck anything in your train wreck of a mind, I'm just stating the truth and you know it. Just slip away, leave, she'll be sooo much better without you.
"I guess your right," he leaned back on the wall.
He pulled his notepad out of his pocket, hastily scribbling a note left handed.
It's going to be a lot easier if you just let it all go.
He didn't even bother proofreading the note, he just held it up to the mirror smiling at the crude, yet well drawn doodle in the corner. Not many people would be so proud of writing themselves a "go-fuck-yourself" note, but not everyone was your filthy neighborhood Deadpool.
Madcap can make him hate himself more, maybe even shoot himself for old times sake, but never hurt his Ali Cat. He left the bathroom his head somewhat more clear, Madcap had taken to cussing in a dark corner. Wade had chose to ignore him once more.
He walked in and saw Ali sleeping peacefully. He slid in the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her, breathing her in. His world was better with her in it, and it didn't matter to him if it lasted another week, or fifty years, he would enjoy every moment they had together.
She shifted closer to him. His breath on her neck, his strong arms, made her feel calm, safe, and loved. He kissed the top of her head, running his hand through her hair.
"I love you Ali," he whispered pulling the blanket over himself.
You remind me of a drooling teenager.
I thought I told you to shut up, asshole.
Just keeping you in check.
He closed his eyes, sleep coming easier than it did most nights. Ail seemed to be sleeping better tonight, she wasn't tossing and turning. She also wasn't waking up in cold sweats, or screaming in her sleep.
Morning came quickly. Ali was tucked into Wade's chest, she could feel his eyes on her as she shifted to look at him.
"Good morning babe," he smiled tilting her head up for a kiss.
She deepened the kiss running her hands up his back, "Good morning. Are you ready to head home?"
"If you are babe."
"Yeah I'm ready to get home," she said reluctantly pulling away from him.
She stood up stretching her back out, she walked out to the bathroom. He made the bed and stood outside the door waiting on her.
"My turn," he said as she came out, "I'll be back in two shakes."
"OK love," she walked to the couch grabbing her purse.
She pulled out her pen and a piece of paper and wrote her number down for Sarah, laying it on top of the TV.
"You ready?" Wade was standing at the door.
"Yes love, lets get home." she walked over to the door.
They slipped out without Sarah noticing.
"You OK Ali," Wade said noticing a tear roll down her cheek.
"I just realized I'm an orphan, Wade. I could become a ward of the state, if they cared to look for me."
"Do you think they would be stupid enough to come get you? I mean seeing the number you did on your sperm donor. Besides, you're a big girl now. They only care about cute young orphans."
"Well, I guess you have a point. Just one more thing to keep me up at night."
"Well if you plan on being up all night maybe you could just ride me and forget about it," he winked at her.
"Yeah 'cause the only reason I should be up all night is that magnificent cock." she laughed. "I don't know why I worry, not like you are just gonna let them take me, right?"
"They'd have to fuckin' kill me, and if they do, better write that shit down. I don't die easy."
She smiled knowing that he was right, he wasn't going to leave her side, hell he didn't even let her go to the bathroom without standing outside the door. When she would take a bath he'd sit in there with her, which she enjoyed. She reached over and grabbed his hand.
"So let's get home rest, and figure out who the next target is." she felt his thumb caress her palm.
"That's my girl," he smiled, "Let's see who you gonna fuck up next."
They arrived home late in the evening the sun was setting behind there house. Ali grabbed her bag out of the trunk, and headed for the house leaving him to grab his gear. Wade got his gear out of the trunk following Ali to the house. He dropped his bag next to the door, it felt good to be home.
"I'm gonna go fix us a bath," Wade said disappearing upstairs.
Ali grabbed his bag out from the door way, walking to the armory, which in a normal house would be a guest bedroom. She opened the bag, what she saw in the bottom of the bag made her smile, his mask. She dropped the bag and ran upstairs.
Wade was sitting on the side of the tub when Ali bust through the door she jumped in his arms.
"Do you know how much I love you right now!" She kissed him.
He pulled away confused, "Huh?"
"You had your mask with you the whole time," she wrapped her arms around him.
"I did? No I left it here, I thought," he said looking at her more confused, "What's the big deal?"
"You didn't wear it, even though it would have been easier for you, you sacrificed for me."
"You're reading to much into this, I just forgot I packed it. Not that I don't want the love," he hugged her.
"So you are saying that had you known you had it you would have worn it?"
"Not at all, just saying that I didn't know I had it."
Her excitement faded, she thought that he had did it for her. He knew he had put that mask in the bag, he just didn't want her to know. He packed it in case he needed it, in case he became too uncomfortable with his own face.
"Don't be sad, I love you," He cooed at her pulling her to him.
He slipped her dress over her head. He took her hand and helped her into the bath. He handed her a wash cloth. He slipped his pants and shirt off and slid in the tub behind her. He rubbed her shoulders.
"That feels so good," she moaned leaning into him.
"Well that was the plan," he kissed the side of her face. He ran his hands down her sides and wrapped his arms around her.
They sat there until the water was cold. She pulled away from him, stepping out of the tub. She wrapped herself in a towel, walking to their bedroom. She sat down on the bed. She picked up her ashtray and threw it in the waste basket beside her nightstand.
"You quitter," Wade laughed sitting down beside her.
"Yep." she stood up and headed to get her bag from the couch.
She stepped downstairs just to see headlights in their yard. Her heart skipped a beat. She grabbed her bag and ran back upstairs. Her heart racing she closed the gap between her and safety. She slammed their bedroom door shut running to the window.
"You alright love?" he asked walking over to the window.
"There were headlights in our yard it freaked me the fuck out."
"It's OK, it was just someone turning around," he said wrapping his arms around her. "No-fuckin-body is stupid enough to mess with fuckin Deadpool OK babe."
"I hope not." she relaxed a little, "In my bag I have all the information on who's next." she said taking a seat on the bed.
She pulled out the folders that she got out of her fathers safe. She opened the first one. Her hands shook a little as she pulled the paper out.
"That lying motherfucker, I wished I could kill him again." she growled.
He could see the anger in her eyes, "What's the matter?"
"He had her killed!" She screamed, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably.
"Let me see," he took the paper from her.
Sure enough, her father had paid someone to stage his wife's car accident. Wade could tell that Ali was really upset. He reached for the folder.
"Babe let me look, your sperm donor obviously hid a lot from you. Let me weed out the information you don't need right now." He said caressing her shoulder.
"Take it." she slid him the folder, grabbing her pillow she cried.
He spent the night unraveling all of her fathers lies. He not only had an abortion preformed on Ali at fifteen, but about thirteen other fifteen year old girls. He had two others hunted down and killed because they ran. He also had two other families in different parts of the country. He found the paper work on his life insurance policy, and a recent policy he cashed in on Ali, plus her death certificate. He was disgusted by the things this man did and got by with, and that was just one of the folders she had. There were at least four more to go through.
"Fuckin fucker, Fuckfacerton," Wade whispered. He finally found the name of the doctor who preformed the abortion. "You're mine, assgerbil." Wade hissed sitting the paper work on his nightstand, lying down cuddling up to Ali.
Her world was about to be rattled, but he'd be there to keep it from completely falling apart.
An idea popped into his head. Carefully, as to not wake his sleeping angel, he got back out of bed. He went into their closet, grabbed out one of his back-up costumes, then headed to the armory where his sewing machine was stashed. His dirty little secret in a box marked "bazooka". Cracking his knuckles, he set to work.
Oh, so you're sewing your little fucktoy a present?
Yeah, it worked so well for the guy in a bat suit.
And this will end as badly
Hopefully we don't put up an 800 number to vote someone dies... YOU BETTER NOT!
He got to work on disassembling his costume, and reworking it for her. Remembering her every curve as he stitched. He made her a mask like his, but that is where the similarities end. Her costume was a hooded corseted tunic top, and pants. He found an older belt with pouches and holsters and fitted them to her costume. He put his finished work on a hanger. Feeling accomplished he made his way back upstairs where his Ali cat was sleeping. He slid in the bed quietly, trying to catch a minutes sleep before she would waken.