NO MORE GUNS IN THE VALLEY
Her eyes are trained on the lone deer minding its business, unaware of the hunter watching.
Then she pounces, a muffled “Snikt!” could be heard as one of her fists pressed up against the deer, whose legs began to spasm as Laura held it tightly in her arms, before she would snap its neck with what was a near frightening ease.
As she hugged its neck, Laura’s eyes peered their way throughout the vast forrest she hunted in, among the deadliest creatures in the forrest at that time, yet at the same time, feeling that she was being watched by something, her heightened senses on the lookout for any threats there may be willing to fight her and her pack, if there was any crazy enough that is.
A soft breeze awakens a plethora of sounds from the forrest, of grass swaying in the breeze, the branches creaking and aching with their every sway and the steps taken by the wildlife, their fury paws and their dark, dainty, gentle hooves.
Laura could feel it in the air, that eyes, somewhere, out there in this forrest, are watching her.
“Laura?” she heard from behind her back to which she’d shoot a look, prepared to pounce before she lowers her guard, realising it is just Rictor
“Sorry” Laura said as the blades of her clenched fist slide back in, Rictor cautiously asked her
“Is something was wrong?” she shook her head saying “No I… It’s just that… Its nothing”.
Laura carried the dead deer over her shoulders as she and Rictor went back to the camp, as her wide, dark eyes searched this unkempt forrest, vast and slowly getting colder and colder.
Bobby and the others were camping out by a river, further up stream they had buried Logan.
April was on lookout duty, seated upon the long branch of a tree eating snacks, searching the sky and the trees to make sure that they weren't being followed, and to see if they were any closer to Canada, Laura leading this pack of children, carrying camping equipment in toe as they slowly and cautiously make their way through the wilderness looking for Canada.
From her tree she had spotted a small opening in the forrest, a clearing, one that lined up with a set of coordinates they had found hidden in the comics that they were using as maps.
She’d tell this to Laura, who was uncertain of this, before she and a handful of others would choose to follow them, just to see where they went.
The kids would find it, this large concrete shack in the middle of nowhere, hidden by trees, graffiti and crap like that, Laura tells them to stay back whilst she went in to investigate this.
She noticed empty bullet shells laying at her feet as she approached the shack with caution
“If anything happens… Go on without me, alright?”.
She walks with caution, silently entering the darken room before the clicking of a shotgun could be heard, her arm jerked upward, her hand catches the bullet which, brought about a small explosion of flesh and blood that made her wince in pain, looking down she noticed the tripwire
“It’s a booby trap” Laura said, before hearing a voice respond “Hehe… Booby”.
He was clad in red and black, a pair of large black circles were over the eyeholes of his mask, wearing a pair of baggy white boxers with red love hearts on them, his legs appearing harsh, scared and wrinkled like the body of a burn victim.
In his hands he held a large gun, one which he pointed at Laura and the kids telling them to
“Get off my lawn” only for Laura to tell him in almost a growl to “Get the gun out of my face”
“Not gonna happen, now get the fuckity fuck out of my house” he told her cocking the gun
“Even I know you just made that up” Laura told him
“Made what up?” he asked her “Fuckity” she growled before lunging at the man in the mask
“Language!” the man said as she pounced on him, trying to wrestle the gun out of his hands
“No, no, no that’s mine, that’s mine!” he said adding “Don’t you make me hurt a little girl!” before she spun around him, eventually drop kicking him with incredible force across the concrete shack he called his home, sending him crashing into radio which began to play
“They call me Deadpool, I'm hella fast, came to merc the bad guys, and get some ass, got blades for days, got guns galore, got combo moves, evades and more, with bear traps and hand grenades, pull the pistol like a maniac right in your face, poppin off caps, leave a trail of guts, sittin’ on my chair, scratchin' my nu—“ before it could finish Laura had grabbed it and smashed it over his head before she would hiss
“Who the hell are you?” to which he said “Well my theme song was playing earlier” he told her
“My lawyers call me Wade Wilson” he said as he assumed a karate pose
“But me? I call myself… Sexy!” they all paused, all of them a little confused by what he just said “…Oh, and Deadpool” he added casually “Now scram—“ before the words were out of his mouth Laura jumped him, the blades in her fist coming out
“Logan?” he asked her with a look of uncertainty in his eyes before they went wide with joy
“Logan! It’s been so long man!” adding that “I didn’t recognise you without the testicles!” as he hugged Laura, his red and black clad arms wrapping tightly around her as he said that “Holy crap dude, like we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, I mean have you seen the new—“
“Logan’s dead” Laura told him, making him quiet…
“What?” he asked her, his expression an odd one, though it was hard to tell behind the mask
“D’you mean he’s… Y’know… Dead… Dead?” it was almost sad to see his eyes, blank yet showing so much emotion whilst he tried to find something to say
“Wow I uh… I well I…” he sounded a little like he was trying to hide distress or hold in some deep breath of curses
“I uh… I just noticed you stabbed me” Deadpool told her, to which Laura would apologise
“No, no you had all the right to stab me, I’d stab me too if I saw me without wearing pants… Speaking of, I gotta go and put some pants on before Chris Hansen shows up and gets the wrong idea… Afterwards I’ll ask him if he can go sign my To Catch a Predator DVD Box Set”.
Deadpool goes to pull his pants back up while Laura looked around the concrete shack that Wade Wilson called home, which included photographs and posters haphazardly tapped on the walls, including images of himself, a signed photograph of the Golden Girl Bea Arthur, and an image of a tanned, dark haired woman, one he’d identify to them as Vanessa Carlysle
“Me and her we were uh… Well we uh… She and I were close… Really, really, real really…You ever watched Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 synced up with Dark Side of the Moon? It’s wicked”.
Laura was less than impressed by the concept of “Blart Side of the Mall”, she was rather more focused on the idea of getting the kids across the border to Canada safely and in one piece.
“You can help us… Right?” Laura asked him “Oh, okay, okay, uh… Why the hell should I?”
“Because you’re like us… You’re a mutant” Wade responded how he sure that was obvious
“But I ain’t some cheap slut, I do what I do for the money, and it’s clear you don’t have any”
“Fine then, we don't have any money” Laura said plainly “So… Then do it for an old friend”
“No…” Deadpool said “No—No, no, no, no, no…” sighing he’d say “Okay, why the fuck not?”.
Sitting at the campfire the young mutants and the older mutant and bounty hunter Wade were eating the deer hunted by Laura that morning
“Shit” he said “You’re the one who killed Bambi's mom? You’re cold as hell Disney princess” he chuckled a little before telling her to
“Fetch me some of that deer” he pulled up his mask a little to take a bite from the deer meat, showing them unintentionally that his skin was…
Well it was hard to describe, it was harsh, scared and wrinkled like the body of a burn victim, matching his arms, legs and his hands, which he would also show after taking off his gloves.
Deadpool seemed to have noticed the looks they gave him, telling them “…I’m Canadian” Laura asked him “You’re Canadian?”
Wade responded “I’m pretty sure that was obvious…I’ve got some friends across the border who could help you get somewhere safe, a home, I’m talking former X-Men, the guy who wrote that comic book and this fancy lingerie model—“
“Former X-Men?” Bobby asked Deadpool “You mean there’s X-Men still alive out there?”
“Kiddo, you’re talking to a onetime X-Man… Person… Woman, camera, TV” Deadpool said.
So Deadpool, Laura and the kids hiked their way through the wilderness, Laura occasionally having to stop and drag Wade, who would occasionally just give up, telling them to go on without him as he lays against a tree, and that’s when he wasn't asking “Are we there yet?”.
Venturing further and further into the woods they would reach a clearing
“We must be clo—“ Laura could hear it in the air, the spinning of the blades of a helicopter flying just overhead
“An attack helicopter!” Deadpool said sounding just between excited and a little scared of it.
The helicopter swoops down like a hawk or a bird of prey and out would jump forth a man…
It seemed that Canadian authorities, in particular Department H, had been alerted to the mutant children, and chose to send out one of their top men to obtain there long lost asset.
That top man in question was James Hudson, otherwise known as the Vindicator, the leader, and at that time, the only remaining member, of Alpha Flight.
Clad in a red and white costume, Vindicator would sternly say to the children in front of him
“Good morning… I must warn you that you’ve just illegally entered into Canadian territory”
“Would it help if I said I’m a Canadian citizen?” Deadpool asked Vindicator, who’d answer
“No it would not… But what would help is if you can point me in the direction of Wolverine” Vindicator would tell them
“I’m willing to let you go, just as long as you tell me where he is”
“He’s dead” Laura told him sternly “Logan died protecting us”. Vindicator is silent, a little confused by this too “My apologies” he told her, he would add
“Wolverine and I used to work together, he was my friend, but his body’s Canadian property”
“Wow, d’you read ‘The Art of the Deal’?” Deadpool asked him
“We’re not just going to show you where he’s buried” Laura told Vindicator, explaining that “We buried him for a reason”
Vindicator again adds “Wolverine’s Canadian property miss” adding that “Unless you tell us where he’s buried then you and these children won’t be ab—“
“What’ll happen to him?” Laura would sharply ask Vindicator “What would you do to his body if you got your hands on it?”
Vindicator is silent, explaining “That’s not my decision to make kid… That’s the decision of Department H and the Canadi—“
“You will never have him” she said, almost growling to him “You will never have my dad!”.
Vindicator’s silent “…Then I’m afraid your group won’t pass”.
“Try and stop us” Laura said with an intimidating look in her eyes, a look he had seen before
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“Seems like she really is Logan’s kid” he though as Laura and Wade assumed ready stances
“You’re making a mistake Wilson” Vindicator told him
“Well I’m just made of bad decisions” Wade said arming himself
“Just ask the dumb ass who decided to go glue my mouth shut”.
Laura told the kids to go on without them, that “We’ll catch up with you as soon as possible” Vindicator was about to make a call to Department H and border security, only to get grazed by a bullet fired by Deadpool, one which burned red hot as it streaked pass his ear, busting the earpiece he was wearing, shedding blood and causing him to flinch in pain, cursing a bit
“Fuck!” he would grunt “You just shot a government agent!”
“Language” Deadpool and Laura said at around the exact same time, Laura assumes a stance that read “Don’t fuck with me” as did her eyes, meanwhile Deadpool showed him his swords “So this is how it’s gonna be?” Vindicator asked them “Fine”.
The fighters assumed stances, waiting to see who was going to make the first move, before Laura and Deadpool lunged towards him, Vindicator blocking the wild slashes of the katana blades with his arms, forcefields around them as he does so
“Damn it” he said before kicking Laura away with a powerful kick, one that sent her flying, all the while Deadpool forced his arms down, doing a flip over Vindicator, slashing at his back and shoulder before his forcefield pushed him back, Vindicator turns himself around before backhanding Wade, breaking his jaw before Laura pounces.
She latched onto him, clawing at his face and his neck, his hands clutching at her arms with the tightening grip of a vice before spinning her around to an incoming Deadpool, where he would unintentionally use her as a shield, her back taking the brunt of a sickening slash of a katana, she growled and winced, roaring in pain as the blade sliced through her jacket and her back, stopping at that spine of bone and adamantium.
“Jesus christ!” Vindicator said before sending his two fighters flying back with a forcefield of his’, Laura sliding of the blade and hitting a tree, spraying blood across the grass and against the Vindicators forcefield, its colour’s a translucent yellow, faint and barely notable at times
“You just killed her!” Vindicator yelled at Deadpool
“Oh, you are in for one hell of a surprise” Wade said with his arms out, katanas in both of them as he made his way up to Vindicator.
The two would fight one and other, Wade hacking and slashing at Vindicator, who blocked most of these hits, his own becoming more and more tactical and precise as their fight went on, even managing to knock one of the katanas out of his hand and shattering the other one in his grip, strengthened by the forcefield, Deadpool went to grab the remaining katana, it’s blade imbedded in the ground, only to be grabbed by the back of his mask, pulled into this series of forcefield amplified punches, hitting him square in the face again and again, blood is spat out from the mask with every punch, Wade would even pull up his mask just a little to spit his blood in the face of Vindicator, who is disgusted before he sends him flying into a tree, hitting it with a sickening crack, his legs go limp as he’s sent rag dolling into a bush.
Vindicator wipes the blood from his face, noticing that the little girl named Laura is missing.
A tree branch strikes him like a baseball bat, knocking him to the ground, he turns to see that it’s not a branch, it’s a full on tree, one in the grip of that little girl, rage in her dark eyes.
She lifts it up again before swinging it down on him, his forcefield just barely protected him from the strike, growing stronger by the time the second stroke came down, managing to grab the tree before shattering it, causing it to explode into a cloud of splinters and shards of wood, violently throwing her back, Laura taking the brunt of these splinters and shards.
Vindicator was almost disturbed by the larger shards of wood that appeared to have stabbed the angry young girl, blood spilling on her white shirt, her torn denim jeans and her jacket “Where is he?!” Vindicator demanded Laura as she picks herself up, with what could be described as the look of a wild animal on her face as he asked her
“Where is Wolverine?”.
Laura looked up at him, rage and determination in her eyes “Right here” she answered in a growl, the blades making a “Snikt!” sound as they protruded out from her knuckles, before she lunged forward, catching him off guard, quickly activating a forcefield just in the nick of time, one which she would hack and slash at like an animal.
Hacking and slashing at the forcefield with her claws she does so with an animalistic snarl, Vindicators panicking all the while Deadpool is chuckling a bloodied chuckle to himself, the girl called Wolverine would grow more ferocious in her fury of attacks before, to the shock of Vindicator, the forcefield shattered, the back of his arms catching the blades, stinging them, he grunts out in pain before pushing her pale arms apart, delivering a kick to her stomach.
Hitting the ground she lands on all fours planning an attack.
With her foot blade Laura slashes at the calf of Vindicator, bringing him to his knees before she jumped up, kneeing him in the chin as he groaned in pain, sending him tumbling back in pain as he clutched his leg, all the while she flew down with blades emerging from her fists as she lands on him, holding her blades at his throat…
“Well… What are you waiting for?” he asked her angrily
“Stay clear of our path” Laura told him, anger present in her tone as she leaves him in the brush, making her way to Deadpool, before warning him that
“If we ever meet again” she looks at him “…Then all bets are off”.
Vindicator struggled to pick himself up, clearly exhausted as he did so
“…She is Wolverine” he thinks to himself, almost chuckling, though he was in immense pain following the fight.
“Total badass” Deadpool said as he struggled to pick himself up, Laura deciding to carry him.
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A young, friendly looking Japanese woman with bright pink hair waters the plants outside of a brownstone, standing on the steps as she hummed a tune to herself a playful one at that.
Yukio smiles to herself, feeling warm and cozy in her woven, fleece jumper, just barely she’d notice the footsteps on the concrete beside her, that of children, all barely even teenagers.
Her face lightens up as bright as her pink hair the moment she saw Wade Wilson, Deadpool
“Hi Yukio” he said with a wide smile beneath his red mask before the two of them hugged
“Honey, what’s happening?” her wife asked her coming outside, she used to go around by the name of Negasonic Teenage Warhead, but you could say that she outgrew the name the moment she stopped being a teen and lost Colossus “Holy fuck” she said upon seeing Wade
“Language” he said before she hugged him too, asking him
“Where the… Where the hell have you been Wade?” she asked him “Hiding in the woods”
“Who are they?” she asked him, referring to the children following him “Yeah… Long story”.
Negasonic Teenage Warhead was wearing a Save Rock And Roll shirt when they drove up to this large, impressive looking manor, one owned by the mysterious and frosty Emma Frost.
Jean-Paul Beaubier, better known as Northstar would be the first one to greet them, saying
“Emma knew that you would be coming… Right this way”.
The large, makeshift shrine to the X-Men of old was made of comic books and photographs of the old team, Colossus among those in the shrine, and so was the man who saved them.
One of the pages of that comic book is nailed on the wall by a thumbtack, one that depicts the man who saved their lives not so long ago, the man who had himself two names, Logan and Wolverine, the ladder would live on, as when Northstar asked for her name, she answers
“…Wolverine” taking that name with pride, ready to fight for her people under that banner.