Awake, for once.
They awoke to complete and utter pitch black darkness.
"Where am I?"
The words sounded almost raspy. Their vocal chords felt tired, like they had been yelling too much.
"Hello?"
The attempt of speech was louder this time, and they tried to regain memories that they already knew were lost for good.
"Hello," the response came a minute later, causing them to jump. They try to locate the source of the voice, standing slowly. They prepare themselves for a fight, but it would be unnecessary.
"Who's there?"
They sounded more assertive this time, and wasn't sure if they had meant to.
"Honestly, if I told you, you might not like it."
They were silent after the response, unsure of what to say.
"I can't place your voice, nor do I remeber much. I'm sure it will do harm to me."
A small laugh sounds from behind them, and they tense up.
"Well, I guess that might be good, but making yourself sound more intelligent than you are don't," the stranger laughs lightly again, from their left this time, "I'm your rescue team. Call me Deadpool."
Rescue team? Why would they need that? Still unsure, they shuffle their feet, trying to pinpoint Deadpool's voice.
"Deadpool? Nice to meet you, I guess. When I get... rescued, can you answer some questions for me?"
His name did, in fact, ring familiar in the back of their mind, but they didn't know from where or when.
"Alright. You'll be out in a jiffy."
They tried again to pinpoint Deadpool's voice, as he kept moving around them and it was throwing them off guard, and then there was blinding light. They staggered backward, squeezing their eyes shut.
"Shit! Now I'm bli—"
A hand covered their mouth. A gloved hand, at that. They almost threw up at the putrid stench that filled his senses. Eyes still clamped shut, they struggled against what they assumed was Deadpool's grip.
"Hey, small one, it's just your friendly neighborhood Deadpool," he murmured, quiet behind them, "now stop squirming. it tickles."
Frowning against Deadpool's hand with confusion and slight disgust, they then felt Deadpool's hand lift off of their mouth. They inhaled sharply, trying to be rid of the nasty stench that came from Deadpool. They staggered forward, away from him.
"Hey, you alright? You look like you're gagging on something."
They slowly wrench open their eyes, turning to face Deadpool, and then they saw the guards. Apparently, there had been guards at their door, but now they had been skewered by two katanas, and the door was just sitting, open.
"You killed them?"
"No, my swords did."
They shot a glare at him, but not before questions balled up in his head and his throat.
"I still have questions, you know."
"I do know. You told me. But let's get out of this hellhole first."
Motioning for them to follow him, Deadpool grabbed a gun and started to lead them out of the wretched-smelling place. As the man in red lead them toward the exit, they couldn't help but feel on edge. They couldn't help but glance around every second.
But even their eyes didn't manage to catch a surprise ambush.
They were grabbed from behind, and so was Deadpool. They heard Deadpool swearing and his gun going off, but they struggled with the one that had grabbed them as they were being dragged away. A curse was thrown out again as Deadpool took a bullet, and fear jolted through them as the grabbed their captor's face from behind them. The guard screamed and dropped him.
They hit the ground, too much adrenaline pulsing through them to be wonder why they had inflicted pain like that. They hadn't touched his eyes, or anything that would have hurt him severely.
Either way, they glanced around wildly and scrambled to find a hiding place. When they found one, their breathing was frantic and they pulled their knees to their chest, trying to calm down as the sound of gunshots and various other noises echoed and ricocheted down the corridor.
The fighting stopped, after a while. They weren't sure if thief rescuer was even alive, honestly, and tried to stay hidden. If Deadpool died, they would have to get out themselves, right? They could steal a gun or five and force their way out. They stood shakily, and turned the corner —
"Augh! Hey kid, what was that for?"
"Deadpool? You're alive?" They stepped back, eyes widening as they looked up to their rescuer. "But you were shot, miltiple times, you should be—"
"—Stop right there, you know what I said about questions. They can come when we get to a safer place."
They were too bewildered and scared to argue, and Deadpool seemed relived because of it.
"Besides, we're almost out of here, anyway, just follow me and don't get lost."
They nodded, following closely behind Deadpool as they slowly and stealthily made their way out of the building. As they stepped out of the grim place and into an alleyway, cold air hit them in the face, and it was quite pleasant.
"Alright, stay close."
The city was big and bustling with so many people, and they couldn't fathom how many of them there were as Deadpool lead them down sidewalks and through alleyways. They kept close to the man in red, and soon enough they made it too their destination.
Deadpool's apartment.