I need to let you go
“Shit” wade mumbled as he wiped his hand across his face.
Is that… is that him?
Run, we should just leave, pretend this never happened, go home, sleep it off, we’re just hallucinating. This isn’t real, this can’t be real!
We can’t run! He’s tied up. They’re going to kill him! We have to do something, they are going to kill our soulmate!
No, they’re fucking not, they’re not going to fucking touch him. We’ll kill them and then we leave. We make sure he’s safe and then we leave. He hasn’t seen our face, he doesn’t know that he’s cursed with us.
“Deadpool!” The annoying lady spoke in a louder voice trying to get his attention, but not yelling because she wasn’t stupid enough to yell at Deadpool unless she wanted to die. Unfortunately, she had unknowingly kidnapped his soulmate so she was going to die no matter what unbeknownst to her.
“Deadpool!” she said a little loud, still not yelling. Finally, he seemed to break out of his trance and looked up at her.
“What?” He said in a deadly voice.
“Is there anything you need to continue with your tasks?”
“No” He said not looking at her, his glaze returning to the boy in the chair. He was beautiful and handsome and perfect (too perfect for him) and adorable and…scared. He was scared of him, of what Wade would do to him. He looked so scared, but he also seemed determined like he was trying to steel himself for what was to come. His eyes glanced everywhere as if trying to find a way out. After a few short seconds the brunette's eyes landed on him, sizing him up, he seemed to be weighing the chances of winning against him. Wade sighed.
Wade slowly slides the sack back over the boy's face. He doesn’t want him to see what was about to happen. He may be a monster, but he couldn’t let his soulmate see it, even if he didn’t know it.
“You have terrible luck,” Deadpool says, almost laughing while taking out his katanas.
Oh this is going to be fun.
In one swift movement Deadpool sliced his katanas through the air and at the men standing next to his soulmate cutting their necks so deep and quickly that all they could do was fall to the ground grasping their necks as they choked on their blood. Bullets flew through the air in his direction. He was going to need to end this quickly if he wanted to keep his soulmate safe. Blood seemed to drench the floor as well as himself as he cut each person down. He was angry. How dare they try to hurt his soulmate. How fucking dare they!
With each person he killed he just got angrier and angrier until they were all dead, except for the women and the sniper in the roof. The sniper's hands shook as he aimed the gun at Deadpool's head horrified by the slaughter of his friends and co-workers. He shoots…and misses hitting Deadpool’s shoulder. Deadpool turns, he’d almost forgotten about the sniper all caught up in the buzz of the moment.
“You missed” he laughed mocking the sniper ”…scared?”. Immediately Deadpool's sword is embedded into the sniper's chest. The sniper falls slowly hitting the ground with a thump.
“Then there was one, '' Deadpool says as he turns to the woman standing in shock at the scene before her. Deadpool puts his katanas back into the sheath, stalking towards the women.
“Please, please I don’t know what I did wrong, but I can fix it, I can fix it” she begged sobbing.
“I’m sorry” Wade whispered, he never liked it when they begged it made everything so much harder. He swiftly pulled his gun from the holster and shot her dead. He’ll feel bad later, he’ll hurt himself for this later, for being such a disgusting monster, but he didn’t regret it which just made it all that much worse. He made his way towards the boy in the center, he was shaking.
This is exactly why we can never have a soulmate, why we can never have him. We’ll only hurt him, scare him. It's better to be alone than ruin his life with us.
Wade could only agree. He immediately cuts the restraints tying him to the chair, but leaves his hands and feet tied as well as the sack on his head so Wade can get him out of there without him seeing the carnage Wade had left. Wades picks up the boy and leaves the warehouse walking a few blocks before setting him down on the ground. The boy never once struggled against Wade. He just seems to be waiting too curious to move, to try to run. Wade removed the sack on his head. Piercing eyes glazed up at him, still scared and confused, but also intrigued, wondering what he would do next. His eyes were the prettiest thing Wade had ever seen, they looked like brown honey with little specks of golden. Wade glanced at his lips and wondered if he tasted like honey.
We should put that theory to the test.
Stop, we can’t get involved, he’s too good for us. He deserves better than to be stuck with us for the rest of his life because fucking “fate” says so. Besides, we just met this boy not even an hour ago. We can survive without him.
Peter, his name is Peter.
I don’t care what his name is and it’s better to forget it, we can’t get attached.
Wade knew white was right. Wade took a deep breath and untied to gag in his mouth along with the ties around his feet and ackles. Pete- the boy doesn’t move, just looks at him.
“You should leave.” Wade told him.
“Why did you help me? Why did you do that for me?” the boy asked, Wade had to take a second because his voice sounded as much like honey as his eyes looked.
“Doesn’t matter now, cariño, are you going to be able to get home alright or do you need help?” Wade replied. The boy looked around figuring out where he was, then turned to Wade.
“I think I’ll be okay,” he said slowly, still incredibly curious, but not wanting to push his luck with the mercenary.
“Thank you” he said slowly, backing away from Wade, like he was a wild animal about to pounce. As soon as he was out of sight Wade was overcome with sadness. He just let his soulmate leave, the one and only person that was supposed to be guaranteed to love him.
Follow him, take him, hold him, keep him. Make sure he can never leave!
Let him go. We don’t deserve someone as good as that and we never will.
No, no, no, no. NO!
The voices yelled in his head making him wince. He felt defeated and tired, but he couldn’t just let the boy walk home at this time of night alone. What if he gets hurt or kidnapped again? Wade rationalized in his head so he could look at the boy a little longer. He easily caught up to him stalking from a good distance so the boy couldn’t see him. It didn’t take long until the boy reached his apartment safely. He glanced around suspiciously before slipping through the door. Wade stayed for a couple minutes just watching, wishing things were different, wishing he was different.
He eventually left, returning to his own apartment. He slowly and painstakingly pulled off his suit and mask and moved towards the bathroom that was painted with blood. As he looks in the mirror replaying the day in his head: the women begging for her life as he killed her, meeting his soulmate, seeing the fear he put in his soulmate eyes, letting him go because he deserves better than the fucking monster wade was.
You know it was the right move. He could never love you anyways, I mean no one could, do you see what you look like? It’s hilarious you think he could ever love an abomination like you for even a second.
Shut UP! He could have, you don’t know anything. We could be enough.
We could take him, then he would be with us forever, no one would dare hurt him again. We could make him happy.
And ruin his life? Great idea, he definitely wouldn’t hate us. How would you feel then? When he looks at us and sees a monster. When he sees what a pathetic piece of shit that you are, that he’s stuck with.You will NEVER BE ENOU-
Wade finally silences them with a bullet to the head. His body falls to the stained bathroom floor. His last thought being that he never got to eat tacos and frozen yogurt, maybe tomorrow will be better.