Couple of Runts on The Run

The trailer sped through the snow, the shrieking sirens of the border patrol blaring behind them. Wade's adrenaline was pumping, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he maneuvered the trailer with the precision of a circus performer.

You didn't really think this through…

(Shut up dude! This is FUN!!! So LONG SUCKAA!!!)

"I mean, we're only ten years old, after all," Wade thought, grinning as he heard the gleeful laughter from the backseat. "And the kids love it!"

"Again! Again! Again!" Ken's enthusiastic shout was barely audible over the roar of the engine and the wailing sirens. Laura, her laughter high-pitched and almost manic, oh looks how sweet this little cute psycho of his siblings. He vowed to became their bested big brother ever.

I really, really, REALLY hope our parents are actually responsible and not like you at all.

(Hey! What do you mean by that! We are responsible!!! We didn't die on our way here right!)

That's largely because we are not really capable of dead, as far as we knew…

"Hey, beside, I'm ten! Ten years old me haven't learn the word responsibilities at all, that is reserved when we are fifteen holdings our dying uncles hand saying something about a great power comes great responsibilities!" Wade retorted in his mind. "'Side, Kids are having a blast. If we play it cool, we might just get away with this."

I mean, we could be twelve or twenty-one. We're 5'0" after all…

(DUDE! I TOLD YOU STOP ALREADY, WE GOT HUGH JACKMAN VARIANT OF WOLVERINE AS OUR DAD!!! WE GONNA BE TALL!!!)

"We're between 10 to 13 years old probably, because we got tall Wolverine as our dad." Wade mused.

It still could be a perspective problem. Remember, our only memory of this guy is from when we were born and when we were five…

"5'0" is still pretty tall for a 12 year old," Wade argued. "And if Dad's comic accurate, he'd only be 5'3", which I doubt would look that tall even with our toddler perspective. Have you seen the variant in the new Deadpool and Wolverine movies? I very much doubt it!"

You're doubting because you don't want to be a short king.

(Like hell we want! Our chances with chicks would drop by 50%. Not all chicks like short kings,)

Didn't stop Wolverine in the comics, though, hey! Maybe you did have another half-siblings running around somewhere…

"Fuck you Bold!" Wade shot back, annoyed.

Yes Wade, we knew you were a narcissist that you wanted to fuck yourself.

"Fuck you, okay focus! We had a tail of who know how many patrol border cars at our back. Okay Babieh! We're gonna make this chase legendary! Hey Bold, Bracket could you Play Déjà vu from Initial D in my mind? Could you do that? I want to make a famous car chase in the history of fanfic!"

(We could try! I want to!)

Since we are your thought in your head, we probably can...

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, letting the rhythm of the song Bold and Bracket played guide him. The tires screeched against the pavement as he drifted around a tight corner, the trailer fishtailing behind him. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music playing in his head, each beat aligning with the timing of his maneuvers.

The road ahead twisted and turned, a snake of asphalt cutting through the snowy landscape. Wade glanced at the rearview mirror, the blue and red lights painting the interior of the car in rapid flashes. Still have the guts to follow huh? He then shifted gears with precision before taking straight turn and drifting away from the border patrol.

"Feel that, kids? That's what drifting really like!" Wade shouted over his shoulder, his grin widening as he saw Ken and Laura clapping along.

What the fuck??? How the hell we do that???

(Damn! We're driving like a pro. Where'd you learn to do this?)

"Must be in the genes," Wade quipped, hitting the gas pedal harder as the police closed in. The engine roared, responding to his every command like a finely-tuned instrument.

Or in the head of one of three people you just absorbed few days ago…

The road opened up into a straightaway, the perfect stretch to gain some distance. Wade floored the accelerator, the engine's growl echoing in his ears. The speedometer climbed steadily, the needle pushing past the limits of sanity.

"Okay, let's show them what we've got," Wade muttered to himself, eyes scanning the horizon for an opportunity.

(We need to shake them off. Got any bright ideas?)

Please don't encouraged him…

"Oh, I've got a few," Wade thought, spotting a side road that veered sharply into the forest. It was risky, but the narrow path and uneven terrain were just what he needed to lose the cops.

"Hold on, kids! This is where it gets fun!" Wade announced, his voice tinged with excitement.

He downshifted quickly, preparing for the upcoming turn. The trailer lurched as he flicked the wheel to the right, sending them skidding onto the dirt road. The forest loomed ahead, trees whizzing past as Wade expertly navigated the narrow path.

The police vehicles struggled to follow, they driving skills unable to handle the tight corners and sudden drops.

(Maybe we should tune in to the Tokyo Drift Soundtrack?)

"What do you mean? I like the Initial D soundtrack,"

How the hell we do this! We only have a fucking rundown trailer van!!!

(I told you it was the fucking Author! He wanted an epic car chase, he wrote an epic car chase!!!)

"Whatever it is, I am gratefull! Maybe I do have plot armor afterall!!!" Wade mused to himself.

"Left, right, left!" he whispered, steering with precision and confidence. The trailer responded beautifully, its tires gripping the loose ground with surprising tenacity.

You a lunatic, A fucking LUNATIC!!! Never ever gave this boy the right to drive again!!!

(Ignore him dude!!! We fucking love this!!! Let's fucking do this again sometimes! Hey let's bring our old man and let him experience this when we pretended we never knew how to drive!!!)

"Of course! Who do you think I am? AHAHAHAHA!!!" Wade thought, feeling the rush of adrenaline fuel his every move.

Before Wade could think further about how to made the trail of border patrol gone, he noticed something with his sharp sense. A wicked plan forming in his mind.

NO! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!! Bracket! Help put that thought away!!!

(Uhh, I don't think we can do that dude,)

"Got it," Wade said as he find what he need, his mind laser-focused on the plan he just formed. He spotted a narrow turn to the more dense forest ahead, a perfect spot for their next maneuver.

He made a sharp turn into the forest, making the trail behind them crashed. The trailer swerved, nearly tipping over, but Wade managed to stabilize it with a skilled adjustment. The pursuing border vehicles, unable to handle the sudden shift, skidded and lost ground.

"Alright, time to get creative," Wade said with a wink, reaching for the lever that controlled the trailer's brakes.

He pulled it sharply, sending the trailer skidding sideways into the clearing. With a flick of his wrist, he spun the steering wheel, the trailer spinning 180 degrees to face their pursuers. The police vehicles barreled into view, their headlights illuminating the scene.

"Here we go!" Wade shouted, the music in his head reaching a crescendo.

He hit the gas again, the trailer shooting forward as he executed a perfect drift around the police cars. The officers barely had time to react, their attempts to block him foiled by Wade's precise driving.

With the path clear, Wade floored it, the trailer rocketing out of the forest and back onto the open road. The police were left behind, their vehicles stalled and smoking in the aftermath of Wade's daring escape.

"Oh yeah, feel that burn!" Wade shouted, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror where he saw the border vehicles struggling to regain control.

He spotted a fallen tree truck up ahead and decided something that he probably regret since it gonna cost them their trailer.

Oh no no, don't do it!!! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!! NOOOOO!!!!

(AHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!! DO IT!!! DO IT!!! DO IT!!!)

 With a grin, he skidded to a halt, grabbed Ken and Laura, and used his teleportation powers. In a flash, they were perched on a high tree branch, the trailer still barreling forward below with some of the border patrol cars still trailling behind them.

You know, you could have gone with the plan for a clueless teenager who stole their parent's car.

"And miss out on a fucking cool car chase and a cool explosion in the background sequence? No way!" Wade thought, exhilarated. "I'm building street cred as the coolest big brother ever!"

(You are a lunatic, but I have to admit, that explosion did look pretty cool!)

"Hey, as long as the parents don't find out and Laura and Ken are safe, I'm living the dream! Hell yeah, IT'S THE POWER YOUTH!" Wade exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.

(GAI SENSEI!!!)

"LEEEE!!!!" Wade shouted.

"WEEEE!!!" Ken and Laura also shouted, mirroring their brother, obvious from the bickering that in their brother head. Somehow a waterfall with rainbow appeared behind them, power of youth indeed.

(Wow! It actually could happen from other fandoms! fascinating!!!)

I hate all of you!

From their elevated vantage point, Wade watched as the trailer crashed through a line of trees, its engine roaring defiantly. The explosion from their last vehicles below sent a shower of debris into the night sky, a fiery testament to their wild escape.

"Alright, kids! Let's meet with the parents! MAXIMUM EFFORT!" Wade declared, his voice full of excitement. They get down from the three branch and slowly walked like slow motions away from the explosion that happening behind them.

(But how exactly we meet the parents? You know I have an Id-)

"That's the future Wade problems, since now we didn't really get away from the patrol yet!" Said Wade as he looks at the more border patrol incoming to him and his siblings.

Aren't we in Alaska? Why there is so many border patrol incomings? Isn't it there are like two of them before?

"Must be the author doing again! Because he didn't want us to actually catch a breath!!! Hang thigh kid, it seems we teleporting again!!!" Wade said as he grabbed the scruff of his siblings and went teleporting away from the incoming patrol.

They popped right behind a large boulder, Wade peered out to see there still some border officers stumbling through the forest, their radios crackling with confused chatter.

"Did you see where they went?" one officer asked, his voice filled with frustration.

"Uh, negative. But they can't have gone far," another replied, their breath misting in the cold air.

"They're probably laughing their asses off somewhere. I don't get paid enough for this, Why did we had to find some teenager maniac and psychopath?" a third officer grumbled.

"Because we are a responsible adult? we need to find them and probably inform their parents before there could be anything bad could happen!" The first officer said to his colleagues.

"Anything bad? They already killed and injures some of our officers! Those kid gonna went straight to the jail!" The third officer not agreeing with his colleagues.

I knew right? Teenagers this day! Almost get me killed!

(That's not true, beside did you forget that we are basically unkillable? You worried for nothing man!)

Wade stifled a laugh, turning back to Ken and Laura. "Okay, we're gonna make a run for it. Stay close and keep quiet."

As they moved deeper into the forest, Wade's mind raced with plans and possibilities. He had to keep moving, keep thinking, and most importantly, keep his siblings safe. With every step, the sounds of the chase faded, replaced by the eerie quiet of the snowy woods.

(Well, that was quite a ride.)

"Definitely one for the books," Wade agreed. "But we're not out of the woods yet—literally or figuratively."

The forest began to thin as they emerged onto a less-traveled road. Wade checked their supplies from his bag, ensuring they had everything they needed. The cold was biting, but they had warm clothes and food to keep them going.

"We've still got a long way ahead of us," Wade said, taking a deep breath.

(You know, I have got this feeling, that we had to go back near that rest area where we found that trailer couple days ago…)

Maybe we could go there before Xavier's, since we have to go back the way we came… and dude,

"Yes?" Wade ask cheerfully.

Just stole some sort of GPS technology in this era, there are must be something in the border patrol's car or somewhere. I do not want this fucking thing happens again. I have a weak heart, man.

(I mean, there are must be something we could do right? You could use your technopathy abilities to make them yourself didn't you?)

"I'll see what I can do, but right now let's just find somewhere that we could rest, maybe a cave? Or a big tree with a big trunk?" Wade said as he holds his siblings hands and walk into the deep forest of Alaska and Canadian Yukon, unaware of bit misfortune they gonna have as they delve into the forest.