Snapped (Deadpool post, Gummy, open)

[jade]

The city lights looked like stars darting across the night sky as the cooler winds of the night floated through the air. A man in a red suit and mask sat on the highest point of the Brooklyn bridge legs dangling over as he listened to ear buds. The songs words echoing through his mind as Wade Wilson battled with his own demons.

In mind like Wades darkness and demons were just a part of life. His mind never really made sense and was almost always going in a million different directions. This moment though he wanted to be away looking over the city, just for thirty seconds he wanted some kind of quietness. Since having parted ways with being Pestilence and getting his face to look “normal”, whatever normal meant. Wade had been in an identity crisis. He had used his mask for so long and his scars over his face as his persona he literally lost who he was. Wade tried to make friends and be loyal but in the end of the day he screwed that up too. The truth was Wade regretted everything he did as Pestilence. He did everything for the most selfish reasons, he just wanted exactly what he had now. His face back, but now did it really matter? He had betrayed and destroyed everything and every connection to get here. Wade had grown weary of the constant use and abuse by agencies and groups claiming to be working for the better good, when in all actuality he was never considered one of them, just used for his ability to heal. His own insanity making everyone believe he was incapable or understanding or having the same emotional depth as them.

“Well that’s enough self loathing for one day, yeah yeah boo boo whoo woa is me I wanted to belong and then decided to become something awful. I don’t blame anyone for not trusting me and hating me. I mean I am now the living example of live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”

Wade stood up and on the small arch on top of the bridge that held all of the suspension wires and looked at the waters below him, knowing full well if jumped it would just be pain, drowning, resurfacing, and healing. He knew that he didn’t have the choice of death. No he had to face every piece of himself the good the bad the ugly. The song lyrics playing in his ears as if they were talking to him.

“Calm You're hiding all your thoughts You're choosing not to talk The silent phase is just a play To hide your inner warps”

Wade exhaled sharply listening to the music and talking to himself.

“Kinda ironic the one known as the Merc with a mouth has gone quiet”

“You're acting ever so plain To keep their eyes away To make out you're ok
And that's the way you want to stayBut somebody's pushing All of your buttons are crushing”

Wade answered the song in a rather ironic way.

“That wasn’t my choice by the time I realized I was no longer in control it was too late.”


”The blood in your veins is pulsing
Starting to change Your eyes are erupting
You're trying to hold it back
To bury it under the hatchPutting the lock on the latch Bolted it down
Then all of a sudden you snap Putting them all on their backs Mind in a rage as you go to attack Words aren't the way that you settle it now All of their voices you're sick of the soundYou trying to bring yourself back
To pull yourself out of the black But nothings escape Out of this place
Then all of a sudden you're Calm”

Wade danced a bit listening to the lyrics of the song. Ever so carefully balancing himself on the top of the support. The song continued on as Wade began to realize the calm he was feeling wasn’t exactly calm it was a release and wanting to be free from all he had been through.

“You're calmer than a storm. You've been this way before. You'll never show anyone flaws Or let your anger take the floor
But everyone's breathing gas. You're playing around with a match. You're starting to change the tact. No running away. You're ready to raise the flag Cause somebody's pushing. All of your buttons kept crushing. The blood in your veins is pulsing. Too late to change.”

The irony too to all of the actions that taking place in this moment showed joy and happiness. Those emotions were the polar opposite of how he felt inside. Wade though danced by himself occasionally swing around a gutter. He was hardly noticeable to those not looking. He looked joyful when on the inside he had finally snapped and just wanted to end it.

[Gummy]

Lounging in the scrap of the boat Kurt looked out. He didn't know why just that he did. Something, almost camouflaged, moved at the top of the bridge. He scoffed and turned back. Was he in the mood for company... nah was he in the mood for death defying antics... yes. Looking at the place he had called home these last few hours made him grin. To hell with it all... literally. To hell with everything and everyone! He was in control the hate, the anger and the pain. Now was his time to shine! He ran looking at the small hole and before he hit it

BAMF!

"WADE!"

He had seen who it was between two BAMFS and knew exactly who was going to be there at his final destination. He let out a little chuckle which didn't quite sound right. He had found scaring his friend funny and if it meant Wade fell he would just grab him. It didn't matter he could always let go again.

[jade]

"WADE!"



Brim stone and now little blue fuzzy demon looking…. Wade could barely process his thought as he grabbed a steel gutter to try to steady himself as Nightcrawler appeared with him. Wade was surprised to say the least-“this is a little too ironic isn’t it? I’m here looking for peace from what I did and thinking of my betrays and the one guy I came to understanding with magical appears?” He said with some. Sarcasm and a shruggto an invisible audience.

Wade felt his feet slip out from under him and like the series of unfortunate events that was his life he was now swan diving toward the waters below. This was not exactly how he wanted things to go and the laugh Kurt made was off, maybe Kurt knew this would happen and this was him acting on some sort of ironic revenge. Either way the fall was giving Wade enough time to know to brace for impact or find a way to stop himself.

Wade yelled out:

“Maximum Effort”

As he placed his arms on his side and straightened out his body. He had found when jumping from the height he was at the water was more like concrete but if he made himself like a pencil he sustained less damage.

He yelled up to Kurt as he plummeted down.

“Well I guess this is hello and good bye”

[Gummy]

Well that was expected and for a moment Kurt looked down at his friend. The last time they had met... he ended up plummiting into the lake at the school... Nah it was too easy!

BAMF!

Kurt caught Wade and looked up the appeared in the air with nothing below them and both started falling.

BAMF!

They were both back at the top of the bridge and Kurt had righted Wade as he tilted his head.

"Maybe hello. You still getting over the whole plague thing?"

Nope his voice didn't quite sound as cheerful or somber as normal but had an edge to it like he was jabbing Wade with a knife on every word. What should he do with him? What could they get up to? He crouched there wearing a full long coat and three swords. None were Wade's own. Looked Wade up and down. He scoffed.

"Fancy finding somewhere to go and get blind drunk then beat the cr*p out of someone?"

[jade]

Just as he was endlessly falling through the sky bracing the vibration of his bones hitting the water and potentially shattering the faint smell of brim stone was sensed as he felt an embrace and heard a
Slightly edgier but familiar voice, Kurt! Wade to say the least was excited to see the one person who considered him a friend!

"Maybe hello. You still getting over the whole plague thing?"

Wade heard and slightly felt his words as they were spoken. To say he was confused was a great understatement in this moment as Kurt’s trench coat revealed that Wades beloved Katana was not with him. Wade was officially very confused and now concerned with Kurt’s next words.

"Fancy finding somewhere to go and get blind drunk then beat the cr*p out of someone?"

The thought of drunken violence and over all anarchy and chaos made Wade very tempted to take up Kurt on the offer of drunken chaos, but first he had to know what came of his Katana!

“Listen it’s not like the whole pestilence thing didn’t leave me with a new face or anything…”

He raised up his mask revealing his no longer scared face and true Wade Wilson looks. Wade gave Kurt a once over with his eyes and spoke again this time with a degree of conviction.

“I left something of great value with you the last time, where is she?”

Wade now sat back down on the gutter looking over the city as his voice changed pitch again and he looked up at Kurt.

“You know though chaos and Anarchy I could go for a good night of, but wouldn’t your X-Men friends frown upon that? I mean with their “morals” and all.”

It was clear by Wades tone he definitely held animosity towards them, the sarcasm flowed heavily through the air with the morals comment.

“Also you should know by now the chances of me getting blind drunk are pre-tty low. You know with the healing factor and all…Also man it’s so very good to see you! My fuzzy blue friend! It’s really has been a dogs year hasn’t it!? You like skee-Ball we could go do that, I always like putting balls in holes!”

Wade turned to Audience and looked over “oh come on you know I don’t mean like that where is your mind at?”

[Gummy]

Kurt frowned as if thinking.

"You look.... better... Hope it lasts! Your Katana is safe and hidden. Thanks to you I lost a lot of gloves transporting it!"

He didn't sound happy about it.

"It's where the angels sing, hidden within a statue. Can't quiet remember where but I will in time. As for the X-Men... they can go and find a new friend. I've had enough of them. They weren't there when I needed them most just turned up when I needed picking up! I should have puched that fury ape into next century. As for drink! I don't care! I really need at least another four."

He hadn't had any but it was clear there was anger there... A LOT of anger! He rubbed his chin and thought a little more about Skee-ball... Nah... he knew of another place and a cheshire cat grin came on his face.

"At least my dear old Dad has allowed me to talk! HAH! Let's go Rage Cage! Destroy cr*p and then possibly the building too!"

Then he flinched.

"The Katana is at Metropolitan Museum of Art, hidden in plain sight! Inside the Japanese armour."

[jade]

"You look.... better... Hope it lasts! Your Katana is safe and hidden. Thanks to you I lost a lot of gloves transporting it!”

Wade narrowed his eyes even under his mask. Everyone thought Wade was a joke but the truth was he wanted friends and to belong. He has accepted long ago he would never be that guy. Kurt thought at least the version he has become friends with, wasn’t this angry. Wade knew someone or something had hurt his friend and in that moment he wanted to make that person pay in spades. Wade stood up and was about ready to pull out his cheaper Katanas bought from Amazon when Kurt continued to speak.

"It's where the angels sing, hidden within a statue. Can't quite remember where but I will in time. As for the X-Men... they can go and find a new friend. I've had enough of them. They weren't there when I needed them most just turned up when I needed picking up! I should have puched that fury ape into next century. As for drink! I don't care! I really need at least another four."

Wade almost high fived Kurt in realization about the X-Men as he could completely relate to what Kurt was saying. In the same way the anger that emanated from Kurt was one Wade understood too well. Being so hurt you have been blinded by.


"At least my dear old Dad has allowed me to talk! HAH! Let's go Rage Cage! Destroy cr*p and then possibly the building too!"

There it was, Kurt’s father had done something to him. Wade never met his Dad, who knows maybe he was the milk man. Wade liked the idea of controlled chaos and destruction so he was happy to accompany his friend to “Rage cage” minus the whole destroying the building part, but he actually had a better place for mass destruction. A place he often went the Brooklyn dump you could basically shoot stuff destroy stuff and no one cared. There was also 3 Mile island, but Kurt would probably be affected by the whole radioactive stuff there. Wades attention was brought back to Kurt as he flinched, was something else controlling Kurt? Wade wasn’t going to mention that just yet.

"The Katana is at Metropolitan Museum of Art, hidden in plain sight! Inside the Japanese armour."

Wade instinctively ran a gloved hand over his masked head as he looked at his friend and spoke in a rather akward voice.

“You seem a little uhh angry about the gloves, could I Amazon you a few pairs or Venmo you some money to replace them?”

He pulled out his phone from inside his suite as started to Venmo Kurt some money. As he turned to the audience “what I owe the guy something he was clearly attached to those gloves.” He returned his attention to
Kurt as he put the phone away.

“So we can get drunk off cheap expensive drinks and pay entirely too much money to break things, but you kinda seem like you need something more. What ya say we go to the Brooklyn dump? I’ll even get some of my bigger weapons and we can shoot up, smash, destroy and drink till our hearts are content. We can get a sh!t ton of booze from the liquor store on the way.”

Wade stood before Kurt in full costume with his Katanas on his back. He saw the look in his eye and knew Kurt was fighting much larger demon in his mind then he would ever understand. Wade knew that feeling all too well.

[Gummy]

Kurt's fists clenched at the thought of getting more gloves like that just off of Amazon. His tail flicked like a cat's when warning of impending clawing. He spoke sarcastically.

"Get gloves off Amazon! THREE FINGERED GLOVES!"

He held his hands up showing them both then clenched his fists into balls again. They were indeed gloved but instead of the white they were grubby and possibly had blood stains on them. His tail flailed and hit part of the bridge making it ring. He didn't flinch but it must have hurt at least from the force. Then one hand went to his chin as he thought of the prospect of letting lose at the dump.

"Agreed. I know where it is. Ok to teleport? Or you going to jump?"

Inside Kurt was trying to claw his way to hte hope he could barely keep hold of. Waves of mental exhaustion as he floated between grasping and blackness.

[jade]

"Get gloves off Amazon! THREE FINGERED GLOVES!"




Wade sighed inwardly slap his hand over face and slowly dragging it down as he forced his phone into Kurt’s face.

“Listen I know you’re angry and pissed off and want to let out steam, but I had the courtesy to make sure they would work for you, as you can see they sell 3 fingered gloves.”

Wade paused for a moment looking at the screen, realizing it was an Etsy shop that he pulled up, with a local address. He scratched his head for a moment seeming confused as he spoke.

“Well…ok it’s not Amazon it’s Etsy and apparently the person who makes them is local to here. The shops name is Obscura Oditites shop…looks like it’s actually in Brooklyn…weird and is owned by someone named Jade.”

Wade waved off the shop and booked marked it for a later point. As he put his phone away and felt the vibration of the bridge move through his body.

“Now that we have solved the great glove mystery of 2024…yes let’s go break stuff, but first we gotta get some boozes right? I also need a few of my best toys. So you teleport yourself to the dump….”

"Agreed. I know where it is. Ok to teleport? Or you going to jump?"

Wade contemplated for a moment what was being offered to him. Under any other circumstances he would have gleefully accepted Kurt’s offer of teleportation, but in this moment he seemed a bit different and well Wade would find out who hurt him, he still wasn’t exactly sure if trusting an unstable person to teleport him was the best idea. Then again he trusted an old outdated teleportation device to get him places.

“I’ll ummm….be right back don’t go anywhere, two shakes of a lambs tail”

With that Wade disappeared and what felt like minutes he returned with a large duffle bag slung over his shoulder of miscellaneous items of destruction he could
Gather in a short period of time. He also had a backpack full of bottles of liquor that were guaranteed to get Kurt drunk as he desired.

“All right, as you can see I have away to teleport, the trouble is it’s not the most reliable being old tech, so yes you can bring us to the dump. Now let’s go cause some chaos.”

With that Wade awaited for Kurt to drop them to their location.

[Gummy]

Kurt just raised an eyebrow at the website on the phone and glared at the name.

"NO!"

He snapped before his friend vanished but something Wade said triggered a flicker of hope. In the time that Wade was gone Kurt had been using one of the swords to write on the metal. It wasn't too deep just enough to clear the grime and leave a small scratch. The following were scratched some multiple times.

"Blood!... Father!.... Lamb wash clean... I am the father... Become him and he became me.... oathbreaker... Blood.... Jesus... Anti-Christ... Hell.... King... "

He tried to hold onto the hope that the Lamb would give. He tried to fight the darkness but it came again and Kurt was sat down hugging one leg while the other dangled in space. He looked up as Wade spoke a tiredness seemed to wash over him then he held his breath before letting it out and the softness that had been there shifted.

"Good."

He stood up ignoring the writing and placed the sword on his back.

"First... Katana!"

BAMF!

He touched Wade and with a lurch Kurt took them both to the museum and place Wade outside holding a finger to his hand.

BAMF!

He appeared in the art exhibit of and the samuri uniform. Reaching in carefully he pulled out the heavily wrapped sword from under the helmet and placed the helmet back on top.

BAMF!

He was back where he left Wade and touched him gently before he took them the rest of the way in two shorter teleports to the Junk Yard.

BAMF!

Then he held the wrappings out to Wade. It was coated in a couple of layers... a thick slimy substance and a dense plastic which held the slime in place. Kurt wavered on the spot for a moment after all the teleporting.

"Sorry about the cover. All we could do to stop it infecting people. Don't know if it still has the properties or not, just kept safe for you."

[jade]

Kurt just raised an eyebrow at the website on the phone and glared at the name.

"NO!"

Wade heard the echoes of Kurt’s voice in response to the Etsy seller and he was even more confused either Kurt had a beef with Etsy or he really just didn’t want new gloves. Wade shrugged it off as he gathered items from his place and reappeared to Kurt. Wade caught something scribed into the grin of the bridge. He read it and pondered for a minute. "Blood!... Father!.... Lamb wash clean... I am the father... Become him and he became me.... oathbreaker... Blood.... Jesus... Anti-Christ... Hell.... King...”

Wade saw his friend curled up with knees in chest. The distant look in his eyes, Wade was all too familiar with as he had fought his fair share of darkness. He gently placed his hand on his friend shoulder masking it to seem like he was getting ready to teleport to the dump, when the truth was he was trying to show his friend kindness.

"Good."

He heard a Kurt’s short words and couldn’t help, but empathize with Kurt. When his friend was ready to talk Wade would listen,
But for now he knew his friend didn’t need talking more actions. Then Kirts words interrupted Wades thoughts.

"First... Katana!"

If Wade could have experienced whip
Lash from teleporting he would most definitely have had it. He steadied himself and seemed dizzy for a moment shaking his head to regain his composure. His looked as they arrived in the Junkyard and Kurt spoke.

"Sorry about the cover. All we could do to stop it infecting people. Don't know if it still has the properties or not, just kept safe for you."

Wade eyed the Katana and was tempted to try to grab it, but the thought of it possibly having any plague in it made him immediately recoil. He looked around trying to find something to contain the sword. He spotted a near by refrigerator that still had its doors. He looked at Kurt and steadied his breathe as he reached out for the cloth and katana.

“Thank you for at least trying to keep it safe for me….I think uhh…we can just put it over here for safe keeping until we can find someone or something to maybe test it out…you know make sure it’s not going to do anything crazy.”

He moved quickly making sure to not disturb any of the covering on the Katana as he tossed it into the refrigerator and slammed the door shut.

As he returned Wade saw his friend growing ever so weary and looking weak. He remugged around the back lock and pulled out a few beef jerky sticks and a random bottle of water.

“I always like to fuel up before breaking stuff, this should get us through, I mean it’s not tacos.”

He shrugged handing his friend the items and opening up the duffel bag load with all kinds of various weapons.


“Now let’s get this party started”

He swung a spiked baseball bat into a Television and smiled at it exploded with great satisfaction.

[Gummy]

Kurt watched his friend stow the Katana and part of him laughed. He'd kept it hidden and now the man was just shoving it in a fridge! He shook his head and took the beef jerky and water. He started eating one stick and realised how hungry he was. Drinking the bottle in seconds he then scoffed the other stick down.

He looked up at the mention of tacos and grinned.

BAMF!

BAMF!

He held a to go bag from Taco Bell in one hand, a pizza in the other and his tail had another bag in his tail. Placing it all down the label showed none were for him and in three different restaruants there were accusations of someone farting and needing to see a doctor! Along with them getting conversations from drivers who were expecting to pick up food and complaints from customers about late orders!

"Food!"

He grinned wickedly placing them on the top of and upturned bath. It was only then that he looked in the bag and pulled out an axe and grabbed a beer. That too was drank quickly.

[jade]

Wade watched everything take place and normal people would have been offended or maybe even surprised by Kurt’s actions to get only himself items. To Wade though it was just a clue to what was going on, clearly Kurt was not himself or at least something was in control that was making Kurt not be the person he once was. Wade for a moment remembered what it was like to be Pestilence and not be in control the fight it took to have himself back. He became enraged that someone or something had died something similar to his friend who so Valiantly fought for Wade to have control again. Tacos though were Wades weakness, of course fast food ones from Taco Bell weren’t his favorite and gave most people digestive hell. However impulsive be damned the Merc with the mouth quickly scooped a Taco. Raising his mask up he quickly consumed an entire Taco while speaking and eating.

“Man Kurt didn’t think you had it in you to start resembling me, but hey Tacos are a solid food group…I mean who need door dash when you have KurtDash…you really should think about marketing that!”

No sooner had Wade finished his Taco and let out a blech because well fast food, did that to everyone! Kurt guzzled down a beer and now held an Axe!

To say he was surprised was understatement. Wade looked around and grabbed a glass bottle of clear fluid out of the backpack and took a swig. It wasn’t exactly going to make him drunk, but it would at least temporarily make him on the same playing field as his friend. He looked around the dump and then to his friend spotting several ballistic dummies and a few other random loose mannequins. He raised a finger to his chin and pondered them. Quickly Wade moved around the dump dragging back the dummies and other loose parts of Mannequins and the likes. To an outsider it would have looked like Wade set up some kind of haunted house shooting range, but he had actually set up the perfect place to test out a few bladed weapons including the one Kurt currently wielded.

“All set so these guys should hold up for some slicing and dicing since you seem to want to use the ax. There is also a few cars over there and TV’s and windows.”

Wade placed the spiked baseball onto his shoulder and made a stance like a baseball player and knocked the head right clean off one the mannequins as he spoke.

“Wilson steps up to the plate and swings,
Oooh right out of the park.”

With those word he moved along to a row of cars and started mashing windows like a glorious ballet.

This wasn’t exactly Wades wheel house the whole helping someone to find themselves again, but there was one thing he knew how to do have fun while destroying things.

[Gummy]

Kurt paused at the thought and then thought of the Bamfs as he opened the bag that was from another random fast food joint and took out spare ribs, pair of burgers and a hot dog. He ate the hot dog and opened another bottle but only drank a little. Then moved over to a mannequin. He swung the axe but it paused just shy of the neck and his arm shook. He muttered to himself and took another swing and roared louder lopping the head clean off. The rage inside increased the thought of that devil and her and another woman! Then there was the fight and the words her words echoing in his head and calling his name. He hacked at the person pure rage on his face. Then threw the axe at a car before moving over to it and bashing the window. The axe dulled as he carried on swinging. Each blow made him feel in control.

He staggered back panting for breath and grabbing the bottle and downing the contents before throwing the bottle at a red car. Which he then started beating up. Nothing around him mattered. All the suffering! All of the pain! All of the taunts! Then there was the oath! He broke it! He broke! He didn't show signs of tiring just kept eating, drinking, smashing. When the axe had finished he switched to a bat and continued attacking the now crumpled red car.

[jade]

Wade watched as Kurt decimated more food and destroyed with perfect rage items all around them. He took a moment himself to let some rage free as he pulled out two 9 millimeters handguns and jumped with great ninja skills through the air angling himself just right as the bullets perfectly pierced through the ballistic material. He holstered the guns by his side as he grabbed the spiked bat again and wielded it wit great energy and strength breaking glass and windshields as he moved onto the old style tube T.V’s they exploded as his might met them. Wade then found a stash of neon light bulbs and threw them onto the ground the explosion of glass and debri a beautiful sight.


Wade looked over to Kurt and wanted to ask him just what it was that caused him to feel so enraged. He stood near by Kurt as he ate and drank. He decided to up the anti a bit. Slinging the bat ice his shoulder and taking another swig out of the bottle. He opened the bag and pulled out all kinds of explosives.

“Listen we can do this whole rage out eat exhaustion cycle you are in or we can have some fun. Let’s see how far we can hit one of these grenades and what it hits”

Wade pulled the pin on one of the grenades and internally counted down as he swung the bat and it exploded in the distance in a pile of garbage. He looked to Kurt and spoke as he poked around in the bags of food and what was left finding a bag full of fries and immediately eating the fries as he spoke to Kurt and pushed the bottle of clear fluid in his direction.

“What ya say friend let’s drink and blow some stuff up?! You seem to have some anger to work out.”