2 days laters…
Well, there goes Plan A
(Well, there is a Plan B, and C, and D, and…)
The boy groggily regained consciousness, feeling the familiar haze of sedation wearing off. "Fuck, they got me again, huh? Why did they even give me the power to escape? Did they think they have that much hold in me? Why?" He growled to himself, frustration boiling over. "On the bright side, this is exactly what I need to get out! But I still have to kill Stryker and maybe Francis too... or maybe one of those scientists knows where my siblings are."
<You are Logan's kid.>
A voice echoed in his head, startling him. "Uh, hello? Who are you?"
<I am John Wraith. I worked with your father and uncle before.>
Another voice chimed in. >I'm Bradley. I also worked with your father, before other guys got to me and betrayed me too.<
"Ohh, Hey, did you work with someone named Wade Winston Wilson? Or someone name Deadpool?"
>Who? Never heard of him,< Bradley responded, his voice faintly confused.
<We only knew your father and mother were hiding in Canada. That's where you were born. He worked there after the war was over as a lumberjack, and your mother taught arts at a local school. Your name is Wade Howlett.>
'Wait, Wade? Really?? Hey! I was joking. My parents probably thought of another name. There's no way I'm Wade Wilson. I'm probably just another variant of Weapon XI who happens to be the Wolverine and the Rogue's son.'
The author probably got lazy calling you 'he' all the time. Or the boy in the tank.
'Eh? Makes sense.'
(Wonder if we still looks like Ryan Reynolds cross with Shar-pei, probably can't really tell since he still 10 years old after all and we haven't come across a single mirror yet.)
He somehow praying to God, Stan Lee, and Author to make him looks like young Hugh Jackman because hot damn! That man is hot! Or Ryan Reynolds too, as long he didn't look like his fuck up avocado with lots of STD or Deadpool real face.
'Why are you telling me this?' Wade asked, suspicion lacing his thought.
<We know they erased your memories,> Wraith explained. <I was tasked with luring your parents back here by kidnapping you while they were feeding them lies about the old team. But they betrayed me too.>
"So, guilt? Or is it my own conscience making you do this? Probably both. Anyway, before I descend into complete craziness, do you know where my siblings are?"
<We don't know, but you could probably do something with Bradley's powers to find them.>
(Well, time to start Operation Annoying Siblings!)
Let's hope that they are not a total psychopath like the comics, X-23 probably could be saved but if one of them is like Daken…
Wade's grip tightened as he absorbed the information. "Either way, I am still gonna save them. Time to crash this party. MAXIMUM EFFORTS!!!"
As he focused on Bradley's technopathy, using it to short-circuit the equipment attached to him. He sent a pulse of electricity through the machinery around him, short-circuiting the devices attached to his body. The tank that had held him cracked, the liquid inside splashing across the floor. With a loud snap, the restraints snapped free, and Wade leapt out, (OHHH, HE'S DOING IT! SUPERHERO LANDING! SUPERHERO LANDING!) landing with a powerful thud, classic superhero pose. It hurts like hell, but totally worth it for the cool factor, beside he got healing power now.
(HAhAHa! Superhero Landing! Classic...)
That's still gonna hurts, like a lot.
Scientists in the room froze, wide-eyed with terror as they saw the naked, enraged feral boy standing amidst the wreckage. The emergency lights cast an ominous red glow, painting the room in bloodied hues. Wade's lips curled into a feral grin as he noticed the fear in their eyes.
"UHuk, Hawk tuah! Okay, let's fucking go!!!" He said out loud as sharp claws extended from his hands.
(Cringe...)
Really dude.
"Hey, doc, ever seen a real monster?" Wade's voice dripped with mockery as he lunged at the nearest scientist. His claws slashed through the man's neck with a sickening shlick, blood spraying like a fountain. The scientist's body crumpled to the ground, twitching in its death throes.
The scientists in the room scrambled in panic, trying to flee. The nearby guards also already make a move towards him. But they didn't get far before Wade's claws sliced through the air, and then through their necks. He moving fast like a shadow, curtesy to Mutant Skinny Wick who has a power related to shadow walking.
Another scientist tried to run, but Wade was faster. He launched himself at the man, tackling him to the ground. His claws plunged into the man's chest, shredding flesh and bone with ease. The scientist's screams were muffled by the blood gurgling in his throat as Wade twisted his claws, ensuring the man's heart was nothing but pulp.
Two more scientists attempted to flee, but they barely made it to the door before Wade's claws sliced through the air. One of them stumbled, his legs severed at the knees, while the other was impaled through the back, Wade's claws protruding from his chest. The room filled with the metallic scent of blood, the only sound the raspy breathing of the dying and Wade's heavy panting. Blood pooled around his feet as he stood alone in the room, his naked body illuminated by the emergency lights.
(Enjoying the slaughter, aren't we?)
"Shut up," Wade hissed, his heart pounding in his ears. He wiped the blood from his face, feeling its warmth smear across his cheek. He stood amidst the carnage, his naked form drenched in crimson, the bodies of the scientists sprawled around him like broken dolls.
'Who knew John Wick actually had shadow-like powers? So cool! So that how he deflected bullets as a mutant in this universe!'
You sound a lot like a 10-year-old fan boy right now.
"Probably because I am probably 10 years old," Wade responded, half-jokingly.
(Didn't you say you remembered drinking in a bar with friends? This is like one of those reincarnation trope fanfics!)
"Well, I say I'm 10 years old now! I don't really remember my life before, dude! So I don't think it counts as reincarnations, transmigration, reborn or whatever thrope it is! I'm content with what I've got and I've got family to save, so shush!" Wade turned, his focus shifting to the task at hand. "Time to find some clothes and gear up."
He stalked through the corridors, each step measured and silent. The facility's alarms began to wail, alerting the guards to his escape. Wade ducked into a nearby shadow and attacked couple of the guards searching for him. He dragged one of them to one of the storage room, quickly stripping a fallen guard of his uniform. He needed to cover his skin to safely rescue his siblings without accidentally absorbing their powers and killed them. It looks ridiculous with his small frame, but it done its job well for now. He felt like his power is more lethal than his mother. Maybe he still need the full bodysuit like Deadpool has. Its look cool as hell and he can't accidentally touch and kill his enemy before having fun with them.
He also felt that maybe instead of echo of their life-force, he actually suck the souls of the person that he touched as he felt that their concious in his head are not just mere echo but actually the person he touched. It makes his heard hurts, so shoved those tought aside for now. Professor X probably know something about it if he went to him.
Once suited up, Wade moved with purpose, hacking into the facility's mainframe with Bradley's powers. His fingers danced over the keyboard, pulling up files on his family. The sickening details made his stomach churn—21 of his siblings were stillborn, their lives snuffed out before they even began. The knowledge burned in his mind, fueling his anger. It seemed his parents had been manipulated and lobotomized into their feral selves to produce so many offsprings.
He found the location of his remaining siblings, X-20 and X-23, and set off toward their holding cells. His senses were on high alert, every sound and smell amplified, every shadow a potential threat. As he approached X-20's chamber, he paused, his heart racing. Clenching his fists, Wade popped his claws and made his way to the chamber where his siblings were held.
What to leave here, what to write... oh yeah, did you know there is a Deadpool variants of the greatest showman? I think that what makes me instantly in frenzy to made this fic... anyway if you find some similiarity maybe it because I am binge reading a bunch of fic of Deadpool, Wolverine and the X-Men when I was high as hell. but Seriously tho, Comic Rouge is short of Baddass Southern woman and, Well, I like comic Rouge more okay! (S.I.M.P)
(It's really convenient that they're held near the same place as ours too!)
Almost too good to be true too. Its feels like a trap.
'I'm going to take my chances. After this, it's straight to Xavier's school and try to get them find Wolverine and Rogue or put the kids with them while we tried to find our parents.'
If the memories of the scientists and the files were accurate, his parents were likely amnesiac and feral, and his siblings weren't in much better shape than him either as he got his humanity from some sort pseudo reincarnation he got going. He hesitated as he approached X-20's chamber. The boy inside looked a lot like Daken from the comics but with auburn hair like their mother. He hoped this version still had some humanity and wasn't the psychopathic 5-year-old he feared.
As Wade entered, Ken—his dubbed new name for X-20—, since he couldn't call his brother some kind of Labrats (Really creatives) Why not just call him Daken already? Well, he didn't really want him became more like his psycho self like his name in the comics, called it superstition if you will, but he not gonna take the chances, X-23 or Laura probably could be saved but Daken is downright a psychopath.
The 5 years old boy was real feral, his eyes wild, lips curled back to reveal sharp teeth. He charged at Wade without hesitation, claws of his own extending from his hands. Ken attacked him with a feral snarl.
Wade blocked the attack, grabbing Ken by the scruff of his neck. He growled low in his throat, channeling the animalistic side he'd inherited from their father. The sound seemed to reach Ken on some primal level. The boy froze, his eyes wide with fear as he whimpered in submission.
"Sorry, lil bro. It's okay. I'm here to rescue you. I'm your brother. We're from one pack, and we're going to find Mama and Pops, okay?"
"Bro? Mama? Pops? Pack?" Ken's voice was a broken whisper, his eyes searching Wade's face for any sign of deceit. Ken sniffed Wade, finding that his scent is kind of familiar before relaxing a bit. Maybe this version of Daken still could be saved.
"Yeah, Mama and Pops. Let's go. We're going to rescue our sister too. Laura's down the hall. Then maybe we can play with our captors a little bit, huh, Ken?"
"Ken?"
"That's your name. Your name is Ken now, I have dubbed you Ken, so you are Ken now. What the hell I am saying? Anyway, my name is Wade, I am your brother. We have a sister is whose name is... Is... Ah what the hell, her name is Laura, well, she is Laura now I guess, I don't really know what our parents named you two... Mama is Anna Marie, and Pops is James or Logan. You'll probably need that information because you gonna be in school after all this over. You hold on to my back, and I'll need to pop us over to Laura."
Ken nodded while looking really confused at his now brother unhinged rambling, he also still wary but no longer hostile.
Wade slung him onto his back, carrying him like a backpack as he made his way to Laura's containment unit. He moved quickly, knowing the guards wouldn't be far behind. Ken clung harder to Wade like a backpack as Wade used Wraith's phasing teleportation for the first time to reach Laura's chamber.
Bad idea…
'UHH, Teleporting is good but the headache is not really worth it in the long run!'
(You should really start using your brain a little bit better, trying the teleportation with a alive baggage in your back is not really a good idea for a first time teleportation.)
When Wade reached Laura's cells, he felt a pang of dread. The room was cold, sterile, and Laura—X-23—was huddled in the corner, her small frame trembling. She looked up as Wade entered, her eyes wide with fear. Like Ken, she was feral, growling and hissing at the intrusion. Probably because she was only 3 years old but she was completely non-verbal, hissing and growling at Wade and Ken. Somehow, Wade thought it as kind of cute. Wade groaned as he knew she'd be the death of him if he didn't thread this carefully.
(Oh, we've got a Sis-con alert! Sis-con alert!)
"Hey, hey, calm down, um... Laura, it's me, your big brother. Wade." He kept his voice calm, trying to reach her through the haze of fear and anger. "I'm here to get you out, Umm, do you understand me?"
Laura's eyes narrowed, suspicion written across her face. She bared her teeth, her claws slowly extending. Wade knew he had to act fast before she attacked. He dropped to one knee, holding out a hand to her.
"See? I'm just like you. We are family, umm, we're from the same pack yeah?" He popped his claws, showing her the familiar weapon. Laura hesitated, her gaze flicking between Wade's face, his claws and her claws. Something in her seemed to shift, her body relaxing as she recognized the similarities. Slowly, she inched closer, sniffing at Wade's hand before lowering and retracting her claws.
"There you go, sis. It's okay. I've got you." Wade gently scooped Laura into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She was light, almost fragile, but he could feel the strength coiled within her small frame. "We're getting out of here, together."
With Ken on his back and Laura in his arms, the facility's door suddenly closing off really fast, signalling the full lockdown of the building. The red emergency lights flash ominously, casting long shadows in the sterile corridors. Wade's heart pounds as he realizes that the real challenge has just begun.
(Oh great, the 'get-out-of-jail-free' card just got revoked. Time to improvise, Wade!)
You should watch out for guards! You really did a number on their late friends!
"Okay, little sibs, change of plans. They know we're out. We have to move fast—no more sneaking around."
(Wait, we were actually sneaking around before?)
It was more like a massacre in my humble opinion.
Ken growls, still on edge, while Laura grips Wade's arm, her small claws lightly digging into his flesh as she glances around nervously.
Wade leads his siblings through the labyrinthine corridors, using Bradley's technopathy to hack into the facility's systems. The building is a maze of high-tech security, including automated turrets, laser grids, and blast doors. Wade uses his enhanced reflexes to guide the group through these traps, relying on split-second timing and precision to avoid triggering alarms.
Or you know, you could use Bradley's powers more efficiently? Do you really think you could acrobat through all of that with two toddlers clinging on your body?
"And where the fun and thrills of that! Beside we got the Wolverine healing factor! And the kids seemed to enjoy it as well!" Wade said as he looking at two of his siblings who seemed to have fun amid the deathtraps they had gone through.
Wade crouches low as a series of laser grids activate ahead, moving in erratic patterns designed to be impossible to predict. He watches carefully, his mind racing as he calculates the pattern. Oh, well if his body touched those laser he probably can just regenerated later so he just darts forward the laser.
(Whoever designed this place must have been a big fan of laser shows. Maybe we should've brought glow sticks.)
Oh, look! It's a deadly version of Twister! Who's ready to play?
"Stay close kids! This is going to require some fancy footwork. Cue the music!!!"
Wade begins weaving through the lasers, his body is dancing, twisting, and turning with the precision of a trained acrobat. In his mind he played the song Lets Get It Started by Black Eyed Peas as he dances through the laser course. Ken clings tightly to his back, while Laura is securely nestled against his chest. Both smiling and laughing while their brother funkily avoided the laser. Halfway through the grid, just as Wade makes a particularly sharp turn, Ken's grip slips, and he falls from Wade's back.
(UH oh! MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! I REPEAT MAN DOWN!)
RIP Lil Bro, but isn't he got super regenerative power too? I don't think we need to be that worried.
I don't really remember what I am smoking here but yeah, not really proud, Many plotholes too!! Thank you for reading till this chapter!!!
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