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If Consequences Dictated My Actions

You could live long enough to see Haley’s comet again in the year 2061, but you may never see this again. Deadpool silent. For a record twenty-seven minutes he has stood here quietly staring into his bathroom mirror. That’s the longest recorded time, with the exception of the times he’s been legally dead or the time he saw the legendary scene in "Wild Things". But now, the merc with a mouth is lost in thought. Staring at his scarred face caused from cancer and the addition of the healing factor given during the Weapon X project.

Wade Wilson is known to some as Deadpool. A man so able at killing that he is considered one of the best in the game. Rivaled by few until recently, when he started losing his edge. After being convinced he was destined to be a hero, he started to question his true nature. Was he the killer he had proven himself to be time and time again? Or was he more then that? Had he lost what he truly was? Through the facades and masks both, figurative and literal, has he lost the true man inside? Making levity and jokes has worked so far to make light of the fact that his life swims in death, but the water is getting thicker and it’s getting harder to swim. This man is on a journey to become what he was supposed to be before he became who he is. What is it Deadpool the murder, or Wade Wilson the man?

Wade looks down at the watch lying on the sink and the silence is broken.

"Great Gobaly Mogaly." He sprints through the bedroom into the living room. He throws a tennis ball at the television while diving over the couch just in time to hear, "What are we going to do today Brain?"

Three cartoons four bowls of applejacks and two packs of Ho-Hos later and its time for work.

Hellhouse. The local hangout of some of the worlds most infamous mercenaries. Where lives are bought and sold.

Deadpool wonders why he returns to this place. He hasn’t taken an assignment in three weeks. The job he once prided himself is not what it once was. He walks in and before he can get completely through the door, he hears the familiar sound of the old man behind the counter screaming his name.

"Deadpool! I’ve got just the assignment for you." The old man says with a hint of a smile. "Something to help you get back into the game." The man’s name is Patch. While there is no love lost between the two, even he can see another man’s values falling apart. Deadpool lowers his eyes a little, almost ashamed of the fact that he has started to resent the job. Resentment for being the reason that he is lost in this life of his. He tried being a hero and it didn’t work out. He’s been a killer for almost his whole life. Killing is what he knows. It’s what is expected of him.

"It’s a black op government contract. Seems the government was funding a scientist in Atlanta for mutant research. When out of the blue, the guy loses it and starts doing some weird experiments on the test subjects. Instead of learning how to stop the mutations, he started causing them. He caused some weird turnouts. Stuff that doesn’t look like it was ever human. Seems they got themselves a regular Dr. Moroura theme going on down there. Government wants the head guy taken out. Security is high and the government wants him taken care of quietly. Pay off is 500 thousand. So what do you say?"

The old man hands Deadpool the standard manila envelope that comes along with every assignment. Inside is about a dozen pictures of mutilated corpses. Looks like they were tortured to death. Deadpool feels the rage start to build up inside. A memory of a time when Deadpool was held captive and experimented on until he wished for death.

"Government wants the head guy taken out but he has a regular army of mutates guarding the place"

"I’ll take it"

Atlanta. A southern mansion converted into a state of the art scientific facility, hidden deep in hillbilly country.

Midnight has finally came and the rage that Deadpool was feeling a few hours ago has brought him the peace he was seeking. The hatred and anger has blanketed all other emotions. Now there is a chance to kill with no regrets and he couldn’t be happier.

Singing: "So tell me do you want me to kill you tell me do ya do ya really want me to. Cause I do. Yooo-Hooo"

"I’ll just use my handy dandy night-vision binoculars to see what we have going on over at our little house of horrors." In a little wooded thicket, Deadpool scopes out the property. The house looks completely normal except for the 14 obvious cameras, the eight roving security guards, and four on the roof. Each armed with a rifle and dressed in black jumpsuits with masks. "Looks like they’ve increased security. They must be expecting yours truly."

Deadpool grabs his bag of equipment and weapons and prepares to try to get into the house without being noticed. Maybe he can keep the hit down to one kill. As he reaches the edge of the woods, the uneasy feeling of being watched falls over him. He reaches back for a sword. But, before he could get a hand on it, someone else’s hand wraps around his neck. A set of claws digs down just under his Adam’s Apple

"And what do we have here?" A voice snarls. Deadpool just stands one arm being held in the air and a set of claws at his throat. Just trying not to make any sudden movements that may cause the removal of his head from his body.

"Name's Deadpool. Mind pulling the Lee press-ons out of my throat, Jerky?"

"Deadpool, huh…I’ve heard of you." The claws are removed and Deadpool swings around to see what he’d feared to see all along. Sabertooth.

Sabertooth. Damn. Deadpool’s mind starts to race. The only recurring thought is Don’t piss this guy off. Sabertooth is not someone you want to be in eye’s sight of much less make angry.

"Well big hairy and not so beautiful. Mind telling me what you’re doing here messing up my hit?" Good one. Insult his looks. That is sure to keep him in high spirits.

"Well the government also hired me to put an out-of-order sign on his life."

"Enough to complete my Hummel collection. You?"

"I work for the government and I get these." With a quick motion, Sabertooth raises the claws that protrude from his fingertips, revealing that they are covered in adamantium.

"Wow. Pretty. Someone must really love you. But don’t they make it hard to wipe?"

"Funny. Guess that’s why they call you…what is it? The merc with a mouth? Keep it up and you’ll be the merc with no face."

"To late on that one. Someone already beat you to it."

"OK so what’s next? This is still my hit and your contract. We could draw straws for him."

"Sounds like a great first date. Age before beauty."

As he extends his hand towards Deadpool, "Just wanted to shake your hand. I heard about how you gutted my old pal Logan. Nice work. Not many people have lived to say they’ve seen the insides of Wolverine."

"Sorry Sabes, mamma always told me never put your hand where you’re not sure you’ll get it back." The grin Sabertooth gives Deadpool causes an uneasy feeling to overtake him. Admiration is usually a great thing, but from Sabertooth, it just reminds you that you are nothing but another killer.

The two move onto the property with Sabertooth leading. Deadpool armed with his usual arsenal of two swords strapped to his back, various guns and small explosives. While Sabertooth is armed only with a thirst for blood and a set of adamantium claws, he’s by far, the more deadly of the two.

"Hold back some and let me take out who I can before the alarms go off." Sabertooth whispers.

"Fine by me. I’ll just do my National Geographic narrator impression. The mightY Sabertooth makes his way through the wild grass towards his unexpected pray." Deadpool whispers in his best English accent.

As Deadpool looks on, he sees the last thing many people saw right before their life ended. Sabertooth unleashed. The first guard, on the ground just outside of what appeared to be some sort of electrical fence, didn’t even see him coming. He didn’t make a noise. He didn’t have time for a last prayer or even a thought of a loved one. Sabertooth just cut through him, as if he was nothing but a toy to be played with.

This was the process for the two other men guarding the fence. Finally, Sabertooth approached the fence. He goes to cut the fence with a slash of his claws, but as soon as he makes contact sparks fly and electricity pours into Sabertooth knocking him back.

Deadpool approaches him, "Nothing like the smell of burning flesh and hair."

Sabertooth stands up as Deadpool reaches into one of the pouches on his belt and pulls out a grenade. He tosses it at the fence.

"With all that metal lacing your bones, you didn’t think maybe trying to tear down that fence with all the electrical signs on it was such a good idea? I got a question Sabby, do you think maybe your momma drank while she was pregnant with you?"

The bomb goes off and sets off the alarm. A man with a shotgun comes running out of a tower towards them. Sabertooth smiles and runs right towards him while Deadpool just shakes his head. The guy has no common sense. The man stops, lifts his rifle and fires off three rounds into Sabertooth. Sabertooth falls back like a sack of potatoes. The man approaches the body to confirm his death. A large hand stabs upwards through the man’s chest. Sabertooth stands up with the man still impaled on his arm. Deadpool comes rushing in beside Sabertooth keeping out of arms reach. Sabertooth jerks the body off his arm, like he had his hand stuck in a jar. Sabertooth looks at his hand cover in red and brings it to his mouth to taste his victim's blood.

"Welcome to Saber King. You want fries with that? You freak." Deadpool says in disgust. Sabertooth just looks at him with a smile.

Deadpool can’t believe what he’s seeing. Is that how people see him? As this monster with no regard for life?

A shot fired in the distance makes contact with Deadpool’s right shoulder, spinning him around 180 degrees and knocking him to the ground. Four more shots fired. Sabertooth turns to see four men standing on the roof, armed with high powered rifles and two more standing about 40 yards away on the lawn.

"Get the &@*$ up now. These guys aren’t giving any warning shots. We’re going to be cut to ribbons if we stay here much longer. We need to get inside. I work best in close range." Sabertooth says with a growl.

By the time Deadpool stands up, the bleeding has stopped and the wound is already begun to heal.

"I’m sorry. I thought I lost a contact."

The two run for the door under the four men on the roof. Rounds were being unloaded onto the field at a fierce pace. Deadpool started to slow after a few rounds found their mark, but Sabertooth showed no sign of injury or even of slowing down. Which was fine by Deadpool, since most of the rounds were being focused on him. Sabertooth crashed threw the door with Deadpool following him into an empty parlor.

Not a soul in site. It was completely quiet. The room looked like it used to be the old ballroom, but there was nothing in the room. Just four doors. One on each side of the room, including the one Sabertooth just broke down.

"Damn. This was my favorite suit. The one with the sewn in undies. Now it looks like red Swiss cheese."

The door just across the room opens and a figure steps into the doorway. The light behind him is just bright enough to show his silhouette. "Sabertooth. I’ve looked forward to this moment for a long time."

"No, but you will."

The large man walks into the room to reveal that he is clad in a black suit with mask, like the rest of the guards outside. In his hand is a large glowing mace that seems to be a part of him somehow.

"Oh, boy. Seems like they saved the carnival rejects for the main event inside." Just then, the other two doors open and a massive creature, obviously to large to be human, walks in the door on the right. It’s also wearing the same black outfit that seems to be the theme for the place. Out the other door comes what would best be described as a woman made of blinding electricity. The woman is the first of the three to make a move. She shoots in towards Deadpool. Fully recovered, he grabs his two swords and tries to leap out of the way in time. Not quick enough, the woman strikes at Deadpool. Her whole body enters him. Electricity surges through his body until he falls down. The woman backs off not nearly as bright as she was before.

Sabertooth turns to the man with the mace, "Well you ready to do this?"

Without a word the man charges forward. Sabertooth only smiles. He likes it up close and personal. Just before the man gets within arms distance, he swings his mace forward landing a blow dead center in Sabertooth’s temple. Sabertooth didn’t even try to block it. He is knocked down to a knee by a blow that would have knocked down the Thing.

"If that’s all you got your about to be in a world of hurt."

"Impossible!" The man just pauses in disbelief. That was his first and only mistake.

Deadpool is just about to get back on his feet when the giant hits him, shoving him into the far wall. Bones break and blood begins to pour out his mouth.

"OK I get it we’re playing tag, but when is it my turn?"

The woman, appearing to be completely recharged starts to race towards Deadpool.

"Oh no sweet cakes. Not again." Deadpool turns and begins to run towards the door. The giant goes to block his exit. Deadpool stops right in front of him and looks at him with a smile.

"Sucker!" The woman enters Deadpool. The pain begins to compound itself and Deadpool lets out a scream. Deadpool raises his swords and lunges at the giant sinking them into his thigh. The electricity is channeled threw Deadpool into the giant. Deadpool collapses releasing his swords. He hears the giant scream and what almost sounded like a woman’s scream fading out.

"Guess he was more then you could handle babe."

Deadpool turns to see how Sabertooth is fairing only to see him hacking away at a motionless body with his claws.

"Sabertooth! What the hell are you doing?"

Deadpool walks over to take a look at the body of Sabertooth’s victim. The man was covered in a black crystalline shell. There were white marks on his chest where Sabertooth had been trying to cut away at him and what looked like blood coming from his neck. Down his right cheek were four deep gashes that looked old and slightly larger then the rest.

"Did you know him?"

"Then what’s with the face?"

"Why are we fighting mutants? I thought this guy was torturing and killing them."

With that same smile of his, "Does it really matter? Killing is killing no matter who it is."

The two walk through the north door into another large living space with only one door on the other end.

"Well only one place for them to come from this time."

They both just stood there watching the door. When it opened, both were preparing for an attack. Instead they got Dr. Klum who was about 5 foot 6 inches, and not much of a threat to either Sabertooth or Deadpool. He entered the room with his head held high and no fear in his eyes. That bothered Deadpool.

"I am the man you are looking for. Do with me as you please, but I will not allow any more deaths on my account."

Sabertooth walks up to the Doctor and Deadpool can’t help but think that this just isn’t right. Why were they fighting mutants? Were they experiments of Dr. Klum, but if that’s the case why is he willing to die for them?

Sabertooth reaches the man but still he doesn’t move or show any signs of fear. Sabertooth extends his arm placing his claws at the Doctor’s throat. "Tell me where you keep the records of your experiments and then we can finish this."

"I have destroyed the information you are looking for. The experiments are no harm to you."

It’s in his eyes, that moment right before death. A prayer, a thought of a loved one, and a feeling like you could have done more. It just isn’t right.

Deadpool puts his eyes down in shame from what he is. Why doesn’t it make sense?

"Let go of my daddy!" A child’s voice is heard outside of the door from which the Doctor entered. In flies an angel embodied in a child no more then seven years old. White wings and solid black eyes with fiery red hair are what first catches Deadpool’s eyes. The second, is how quickly Sabertooth snatches it out of the air in mid flight.

"Oh, no! Robyn!" The man screams is the first sign of fear he has shown.

"Ahh, what do we have here? A little bird?" Sabertooth has her by the throat with one hand and the Doctor with the other. He releases the Doctor to get a better look at his catch.

The Doctor stands as if he can face Sabertooth alone. "Let her go, you monster!"

Sabertooth backhands the brave man, knocking him unconscious. If only bravery counted for more.

"Do you know what a cat likes better then a bird……… Nothing." Deadpool can hear Sabertooth whisper to the girl as a small tear falls from her face. The little girl isn’t making a noise, just silently, crying.

There are lines that we create that are not meant to be crossed. Some are wider then others. The killing of a small child has just crossed Deadpool’s line. Without thought or worry of consequence, Deadpool reacts to that crossing.

"Let her go Sabertooth. NOW!" Deadpool tries to say it forcibly. But, if nothing else, the small hand cannon he’s pointing at Sabertooth should get the point across.

"Let her go! She is just a child. We came for the Doctor."

"No I’m not trying to be a hero, and I’m not going to have any problem killing you if you don’t put the girl down."

"I don’t take well to threats." Sabertooth says while pulling his hand back.

"Hey Sabby. Do you have problems with hair balls?" Deadpool asks in a inquisitive voice.

"What?" But before Sabertooth can turn completely toward Deadpool, a shot is fired blasting the front portion of his neck away causing him to drop the girl. Sabertooth falls to the ground wrapping both hands around his neck, trying to keep the bleeding down.

"Not anymore you don’t." Deadpool says to the fallen Sabertooth.

Deadpool runs over and pulls the girl into his arms. He stands in the blood that Sabertooth has bleed and tries to wake the man.

"Get up now or never. He’s going to recover soon and I don’t want to be around when he does."

The man wakes and starts to stumble forward as Deadpool grabs him and directs him to the door.

"Where to? We need someplace to hide you while I take care of Sabertooth."

"Get us to the elevator and we’ll be fine once we get to the upper level. The elevator is three rooms that way."

"Fine. Let's move. His healing factor should have already kicked in. Mind telling me what the heck is going on. Why you were trying to punch your own ticket and why I just signed my death warrant?"

"If my death meant that everyone else was safe, I would gladly die without remorse. This is my family."

"How so?"

"Seven years ago, I was appointed over the project to develop a way to stop the threat of mutants by neutralizing their powers or destroy them. It seems that the government came into possession of a large number of mutants found in hospitals that had escaped some kind of massacre. I began my research on them with full intention on figuring out a way to stop the mutant menace, but a year later Robyn was born and that changed everything. I couldn’t imagine something so beautiful being a danger to humanity. I stopped the experiments, gave the mutants their freedom and offered them a sanctuary. I even added a few others over the years. The Government got news of this and was trying to shut me down. Excuse me if you mind me asking, aren’t you one of the killers that were sent to kill me?"

"I may be known to kill on occasion, but I’m not a monster. Like you said Robyn changed everything."

"OK this is the elevator. Well, thank you for everything." Deadpool hands over the little girl to her father. "Good luck."

"Thanks. I’m going to need it."

As the small, angel-winged girl and her father enter the elevator, the girl looks back smiles, and says thank you. Deadpool reflects on his choice then makes a mad dash for the door. Right before he gets to the door, he hears the distinctive growl of one pissed off Sabertooth.

"Guess he’s healed and a little miffed".

The third room Deadpool enters is a library. Unlike the other rooms, it is filled with furniture and books. Two levels high with a giant ceiling and a walkway around the second level. But what was missing is an exit or a ladder to the second level.

"Damn. Damn. Damn. Well guess it’s just as good a day to die as any other."

Fear is something that Deadpool doesn’t experience often. It was tortured out of him. Facing Sabertooth is facing a force of nature. A force of death. Unstoppable. Won’t die, won’t stop and that is something to fear.

Sabertooth comes into the room slowly. No need trying to hide from Sabertooth, he could smell him. Best just to stand and fight for your life and the life of others.

"Deadpool I’m going to enjoy killing you. With your healing factor and all. First off, I’m going to start with your throat." Sabertooth snarls. His voice is raspier then before and he has to clear it.

"What’s the matter kitty? Hairball or did someone just blow your throat away. You sick freak. Sorry maybe if I was a child I’d be scared. That’s your specialty children, right?"

"I don’t let consequences dictate my actions. Nor do I allow freaks to label me. We're not the same. Sorry. You are in a whole other level of sickness that only you and Marilyn Manson are in. I do what I feel is right and I don’t care if anyone approves of my actions. Especially you."

"I just have one thing to say to you, are you ready to rumble?"

Deadpool pulls his swords, as Sabertooth leaps in the air towards him. He extends his claws with a roar. In mid air, Deadpool rams both blades transversely into Sabertooths’s chest on both sides of the sternum slipping between the adamantium laced bones. The blades slice through Sabertooth’s lungs causing Sabertooth to fall to his knees. Deadpool lifts up on the handle of both of his swords, breaking the blades and throwing a stunned Sabertooth on to his back.

"You sure you and Wolverine aren’t related? Got him on that same exact move."

Sabertooth was unable to move still trying to force enough air into his lungs, which were filling with blood caused by the impaled blades.

"Not talking any crap now, are you?" Deadpool reaches into another pouch on his belt and pulls another grenade out. He pulls the pin and lets the spoon fly.

"Well Sabertooth it’s been real. It’s been fun. But it hasn’t been real fun. See you on the flip side."

Deadpool waits eight seconds then tosses the grenade at Sabertooth and jumps behind a bookshelf. After the explosion the room is filled with smoke and fallen debris. Deadpool walks from behind to make sure that Sabertooth isn’t in one piece anymore. He makes it two steps through the smoke when his abdomen is torn open by Sabertooth’s claws. Deadpool falls to the ground holding his stomach trying to keep intestines inside his body.

"You are a pathetic piece of work. I can’t understand how you got this far. Make piece with your maker." Sabertooth makes out in a airy voice

Deadpool looks up through the clearing smoke to see Sabertooth standing above him. He still had shrapnel impaled in his chest and one of Deadpool’s broken blades in his hand, which he apparently dug out with his claws.

Sabertooth smiles and goes in for the kill. Just before his claws reach Deadpool’s head a shot is fired from the second floor walkway. Then another and another. Sabertooth just takes the rounds for a little bit, almost looking more annoyed then in pain, but the wounds are increasing in severity. Sabertooth has nothing to do but run for the door bleeding all over.

"Sounds like fun I’ll bring the twister game. See ya…. ya freak." Deadpool yells back trying not to let his guts spill out.

Covered in blood, Deadpool looks up at the eight or so guys standing on the second level who just saved his life. "Thanks I appreciate that, but I had him right where I wanted him."

"Sure buddy, whatever." the man calls down looking strangely like the man Sabertooth fought a while earlier.

"So who are you guys anyway?"

"Oh, you could say we’re the new Morlocks."

The End