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 born. He worked there after the war was over as a lumberjack, taught arts at 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 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)