Given the recent events of the X-men Supreme fanfiction series, I think it needs someone like Deadpool to lighten the mood. Often, that lightening involves things that explode or shoot bullets. But would X-men fans expect any less? Now like everyone else in X-men Supreme, Deadpool does have a history. I only hinted at that history in the first arc. I'll be exploring it more in this new arc. Hopefully, it will lead to a bio entry that will fully explain how Deadpool became his 4th Wall Breaking self in this fanfiction series. As such, I've prepared an extended preview of the new issue.
The
team fell silent and carefully followed Logan through the thick jungle. The
facility was coming into view. They could see the outline of the building just
up ahead through the haze. It was fairly big for a freight yard, but nothing
seemed too out of the ordinary so far
“What
about the other fella in this deal? Sylvester Shaw?” asked Rogue, “Do we know
anything about him?”
“It’s
Sebastian, Rogue,” Logan corrected, “And no. We don’t know dick about this guy.
All we know is his company was involved in those sentinel thefts a while back.”
“So
why didn’t we investigate this homme?” said Remy, bitterly recalling that
affair, “If he be involved in the sentinels and with this Omega punk, he got to
be a problem waitin’ to happen!”
“Funny,
I told Chuck the same thing. But this guy’s a big time businessman, not a thug.
Whatever he’s involved in, he knows how to keep his hands clean. Far as the
real world is concerned, Shaw just an
upstanding fat cat.”
“Upstanding…right,”
said Bobby dryly, “Must have some damn good lawyers protecting him.”
“Probably
more zhan zhat,” said Kurt, speaking from experience in the Azazel, “Vhatever
he’s involved in, I zhink it’s safe to say it isn’t noble.”
“Think
we ought to worry about him more than Omega Red?” asked Rogue.
“I’m
more worried about throwing Deadpool in zhe middle of all zhis,” said Kurt,
“Zhat man has caused me nothing but trouble. For all ve know…”
But
before Kurt could finish, he was abruptly cut off. Logan stopped in mid-stride
and grunted intently as he took a defensive position.
“Quiet,
elf!” he said under his breath, “Nobody move a muscle!”
“What
is it, Logan?” asked Remy.
“All
of you stay back! We’re being watched!” growled the feral mutant.
Remy,
Rogue, Bobby, and Kurt each froze as they quickly scanned their surroundings.
Logan’s senses were always pretty sharp. If he said something was there, then
something was definitely there and that was usually a prelude to something
messy.
The
next few moments were tense. Logan, his claws drawn and ready for combat,
sniffed the air thoroughly to pick up the scent. He took a few steps further,
leaving the rest of the team to back him up. He eventually stopped at the base
of a tree. That’s when he heard it.
“Peak-a-boo!
I see you!”
Immediately
turning his attention upward, Logan watched as the menacing figure of Deadpool
came into view. Just as he had back in Germany he came in from above,
descending from an adjacent tree with both his guns in hand. With Logan in his
sights, he started firing relentlessly at his old partner. As soon as he
landed, he set his guns to full auto and showered his former partner with a
barrage of bullets.
“Errrrrr!
Deadpool!” howled Logan as the bullets ripped through him.
“I’ve
got him, Wolverine!” said Bobby.
Bobby
sprang into action along with Rogue, Remy, and Kurt. He quickly iced up and
fired and ice blast at Deadpool’s hands, freezing them and his guns in a thick
block of ice to stop the shooting.
“Whoa
that’s cold!” said Deadpool.
“Allow
Remy to warm you up!” said the Cajun thief.
Taking
out a couple of cards, Remy charged them up and flung them right at the stunned
mercenary. They exploded right near his hands, shattering the ice and knocking
him back against the tree. In the split second it took for him to recover, Kurt
teleported in front of him and swiped his guns.
“I’ll
be taking zhese!” said Kurt with an angry tone.
“Penelope!
Lucile! Be careful with those! They’re minors!” said Deadpool obnoxiously.
“You
want careful? Ah’ll show you careful!” said Rogue as she attacked.
“Ooh!
Sounds sexy-ahhhhh!”
The
merc with a mouth’s dirty comment was abruptly cut off when Rogue lunged forth
and pinned him against the tree, pressing her forearm against his neck. She
used an extra dose of strength, not just to keep him restrained but to shut him
up as well.
While
Rogue had Deadpool pinned, Remy and Bobby helped Logan back to his feet. He had
at least fifteen bullet holes in him, but he was far from out of it. The wounds
were bleeding profusely, but Logan was too pissed off to feel pain. With blood
dripping down his face he stormed over towards Deadpool and held his claws
right up to his face.
“You
got a lot of nerve, bub!” roared the angry mutant, “First you call me and my
friends out here! Then you attack us?! What kind of bat-shit game are you
playing?!”
“Ack!
Take it easy, Logan! I was just playing!” said Deadpool through Rogue’s choking
grip, “You always liked it when I snuck up on you back in the day!”
“Why
in the heck would anybody like being shot by a masked clown like you?” scoffed
Rogue.
“What
can I say? When you heal like we do, you gotta find new ways to train!” laughed
the masked mercenary.
“Whew,
this guy really is crazy,” commented Bobby.
“Aww,
now that really hurts,” said Deadpool playfully, “I go out of my way to reach
out to you and this is how you repay me? Seriously, Logan, have a heart!”
“For
all zhe trouble you’ve put us through, vhy vould ve have any kind of
sympathy?!” spat Kurt, who was eager to condemn this man for abducting Amanda
twice.
“Would
it help if I said I was sorry?”
Kurt
and the rest of the X-men looked at him strangely. Rogue maintained a firm grip
on his neck, ready to crush him the second he gave her another reason. It was
starting to look as though this deal they were here to stop was a ruse.
Then
Logan’s demeanor shifted unexpectedly. Looking at Deadpool, he searched his
memories. Everything involving the wise-cracking mercenary was still pretty
vague, but some of it was starting to come back to him. The pain of the bullets
left in him seemed to jar his memory. He recalled a similar greeting like this
when they were partners in Southeast Asia. It was still as annoying back then
as it was now, but it was part of how they operated. He even remembered
encouraging Deadpool.
'You
seriously gotta try harder, Wilson. How do you expect me to be ready to stop an
ambush when you’re as subtle as a live grenade?'
'I’ll
make note of that, old buddy! Next time, I’ll shoot first and make jokes
after!'
As
the memory played over, he made a fateful decision.
The X-men Supreme fanfiction series is nearing the end of another volume and the importance of feedback is all the more vital. I already commended my good friend Stormbreaker for being a regular commenter. I hope others will join him as this fanfiction series continues to unfold. So please take the time to post comments or contact me if you have any feedback or questions. I'm always willing to talk X-men and fanfiction! Until next time, take care and best wishes! Excelsior!
Jack
No comments:
Post a Comment