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Post by magneto on Oct 4, 2006 16:36:03 GMT -5
The reinforced door slammed shut with a muted boom.
"Keep them both under observation," Erik advised the pair of officers outside the cell, "I have a feeling the man-servant may have already been a mutant, as for Mr. Wilson, we shall see."
The machine had once again done its work without any evidence of cellular decay. The odds were good that both would survive, though whether they developed any mental derangements from the experience remained to be seen.
Further mental derangement in the case of Wade Wilson.
"Mr. Lensherr?" One of the science team said as he entered the corridor.
Erik turned to look at him.
"We have a situation with miss Gresales in the lab sir."
Erik was immediately moving, "have her powers manifested?"
"Yes sir," the scientist replied grimly as they hurried up to the laboratory floor.
"Without a doubt."
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Post by deadpool on Oct 5, 2006 14:27:20 GMT -5
Deadpool slowly regained consciousness, the feeling of wet concrete against his bare face. Wait... bare face! Oh shit!
He got to his feet, staring down at his smiley-face covered boxers. “Maglight and his chronies took my clothes! Sonoffabeetch! I've been violated!”
Wait... but that wasn't true. There was more to it. He took a moment... started to think. Started to remember. Felt a little gassy. Sniffled. Wait, go back. Oh yes. Started to remember...
The chamber wasn't very large and definitely not very posh. He and William were rudely disarmed and thrown inside. He considered fighting, but given that Magneto was there, realized there was little he could really do... maybe talk him to death. He'd been known to do that before... but Magneto had a Gandalf-like wisdom that was likely capable of deflecting the powerful wit of the mercenary. So he played along, biding his time until he found the window to escape.
William was staring at him angrily, the sound of some sort of machinery humming around them. Deadpool glanced over at the Manservant. “Don't sweat it, Alfred. I got this mug all kinds of under control.”
Then the light hit him, and the piercing in his ears... he was beginning to black out with pain. “Oh, wait, hold on. Nope, forget I said that – I think instead I'll pass out right about -” And he collapsed.
Deadpool shook clear the vibratory flash-back waves, and shuddered. His nerves were bundled, and he felt like hell... a large part of that was the mask. He hated not having the mask. He slinked against the wall in shame... it was almost too much.
He had to get out of here.
“Sir?” William's voice sounded from the cell next to his. “Mr. Wilson, is that you?”
“William! Egads your voice is like sweet honey!” Deadpool shouted, running up to the bars of his door.
“uhh... alright.”
“William, what's happened? What's he done to us? Wait... I feel different... hold on... something's wrong.” His mind was buzzing, his brain was scanning it's own workings, accessing changes made to it. Suddenly it struck him: His irrational fear of clowns... now it included mimes!!! They rendered him mad. His new extension to include mimes would make him nothing more than a lunatic.
Deadpool dropped to his knees. “No.. noooo... it can't be... my god.” he raised his hands and his head to the heavens. “YOU BASTARDS!!! DAMN YOU ALL! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!”
William nodded sadly. “I can't see what they've done to you, sir, but I hope it's not too...” he didn't finish, amazed at Wade's reaction to whatever they'd given him. “I was listening to them speak, apparently the machine was designed to turn humans into mutants... and I'm afraid I can sense it on you. You're now a mutant, sir.”
“What?” Deadpool asked, standing. “I'm a mutant? Seriously?”
“Seriously, sir.”
“Well what can I do? Can you tell? Did I finally get the power to turn my body fluids into any liquid I consume, and amplify them? Can I finally pee coffee? That'd be so awesome!”
“... Actually... I can't tell. I was never good at that particular trick... but you... your power seems to be fluctuating. It's as if you're shifting up and down the spectrum of power... you're level one... no, two... now one again. Now three. It's... well, I don't know what it is.” he sounded genuinely baffled.
“Whoa... bizarre." Deadpool said, scratching his horribly messed up face. "Maybe I should try to... I dunno... DO something? Hang on.”
(to be continued)
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Post by deadpool on Oct 5, 2006 18:23:59 GMT -5
At first nothing happened. Deadpool strained and strained, trying to concentrate on various affect. Some sort of blast from his eyes, then his hands... super strength... teleportation... nothing.
“Whatever it is I got, I don't think it -” He managed to get that much out before he blasted at a hundred miles an hour into the concrete ceiling, hitting it with a meaty thump and cracking it partially. He stayed pressed to it for a second, completely smushed, and then fell unconscious to the ground. Concrete dust rained down on top of him.
“Sir?” William asked. He heard nothing for a few minutes.
“Gah... okay, that smarts. William, if you ever learn to fly... make sure you do it outside.” He said, rubbing his head, which had regenerated already. “Still... how awesome is it that I can fly!?”
He stared at the metal bars, running scabrous hands along their length. “Actually... I've got an idea... just one second.”
Deadpool pressed his shoulder against the door. He braced himself, holding his feet out behind him... this would hurt immensely, but at that speed and power, he was bound to blow the door right off of it's hinges. “Here goes nothing.”
And literally nothing happened as he concentrated.
“What the hell?” He asked, though his voice had gone quacky and bizarre. “Okay, now I'm talking like Donald Duck.” It made no sense.
He braced again, and concentrated once more. The hall was suddenly filled with flora as his eyes began to spray some sort of glitter... glitter that was attaching to everything it touched, and causing it to sprout flowers and grass.
“Gah holy shit!” He shouted, backing up. “William what the hell is happening to me?”
“Your powers... they're mutating. They keep changing... each time you try to activate your power, a new result is produces. Simply amazing. Only you, sir, only you could have this sort of affect.” William said, still partially stunned.
“Okay...” he said, eyes still spraying the glitter, turning his room into a rapidly producing garden. “Okay I should be able to control this.” He took a few deep breaths, and the spray stopped. “Okay. That's the first step. Now... to concentrate. Okay. I want to teleport out of this cell. Here goes.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, he focused hard on just that.
Suddenly the air around him dropped five degrees in temperature. Then his skin became slimy. Then a small dark cloud appeared above his head. Then the air began to glow, and smelled of burnt wood. Then he grew immense body hair, that flowed from him at a rapid rate.
“I'm beginning to get the idea here. I don't think I CAN control this... I think it's just as chaotic as I am. Go figure.”
“Then keep trying sir, and you'll eventually come across something that'll help us out of this mess.” William pointed out.
With a sigh, Deadpool refocused. Concentrating, he began to cycle through random powers again.
(to be concluded)
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Post by deadpool on Oct 6, 2006 13:42:52 GMT -5
Deadpool felt the power surge through him… it was strange and attractive, nearly seductive. He could feel a low throb in his chest, an ache, a hunger… power that wanted release, energy wanting to consume him.
He really needed to take a dump.
It didn’t slow him, though, there’d be plenty of time for pewping when he was free. Frankly, he’d have liked to have left a nice Cleveland Steamer in Magneto’s helmet, but again, not exactly the most tactical of choices.
So he concentrated on the task at hand.
“There’s no place like home… there’s no place like home…” He muttered as his cot burst into flames. “Shit. That’s not right.”
He continued to cycle through useless abilities and powers, until the oddest escape event of all time happened to him.
A slow spreading affect radiated from his body, pulsing outward and turning everything it touched into sponge… the floor, which he started to sink into, the walls of his cell… the bars… and the back wall, which was facing the wilderness of the island.
He laughed with relieved glee, and squished down the wall between William and he.
“Alright man, let’s make like a tree and branch outta here!” He said, doing his best to shield his face from the other man’s view. “And don’t look directly at me! In fact, give me your jacket.”
Making a make-shift mask from William’s jacket, and not noting that William was still wearing all his clothes, Deadpool kicked the back sponginated wall, and the two fled out the back way.
Magneto’s security measures were indeed impressive, but this Wade Wilson we’re talking about… he’d been black-opping for decades. It didn’t take them long to make it to the water.
As they swam, neither looked back.
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