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AUTHOR'S NOTE

ONCE AGAIN, THERE WILL BE MAJOR SPOILERS OF DEADPOOL IN THIS CHAPTER.

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Two men had strapped you up in a tube capsule. 

"If this doesn't unlock your mutation, then, well.. Nothing will."

You looked at Francis as if he was insane. Well, he was insane, there was really no other way to put it, other then completely fucking bonkers.

"Now, what we're going to do is lower the oxygen concentration in the air to the exact point you feel like you're suffocating. If your brain waves slow, meaning you're about to pass out, then we'll turn up the O2. If your heart rate slows, meaning you're able to catch your breath, we'll turn it back down. And that's where we'll leave you. Right there."

Angel then walked in and put something on your neck.

The straps started hurting your bruised skin, they were bruises all over from the 24-7 torture. How much did they put you through? A lot.

"Oh, and I thought you guys were dicks before."

"You know the funniest part of this? You still think we're making you a superhero. You a dishonorable discharge. Your nothing. Little secret, Y/N. This workshop doesn't make superheroes, we make super slaves. We're gonna fit you with a control collar and auction you off to the highest bidder. Who knows what they'll have you doing? Terrorizing citizens, putting down freedom fighters. Maybe just mow the occasional lawn."

What is fucking wrong with these people? So your just gonna be some 'Super Slave' to someone now? These people are on a whole new different level.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You narrowed your eyes disgusted while Francis walked up to you.

"You're never going home after this." Your eyes widened in surprise, you had to find some fucking way to get out of here, or else your gonna be auctioned off to some little nappy ass pedophile.

"Now there's a brave face." He started to close the capsule but you interrupted him.

"Wait, wait!"

He stopped halfway. 

"Seriously, you actually have something in your teeth now."

He nodded and closed the capsule. "Enjoy your weekend."

Did he just say weekend? Your going to spend your weekend in a capsule? "'Weekend'? Back up. Weekend?"

Francis than turned the machine on. 

You couldn't breath and started gasping for air. You started to then choke, you looked at francis, your eyes starting to tear up as he walked away.

--- TIMESKIP

The EKG kept breathing, you looked at your bruised skin, which started looking like you burned? What the fuck is happening? You then looked at your reflection, what the fuck? Were you mutating? You looked fucking hideous. Like something that would appear in a horror movie. Oh, how you were going to fucking kill that British shit stick. You started screaming, in hopes someone would save you. You then stopped and looked at your reflection again. Your face started going back to normal. Oh were you so fucking grateful. 

Francis and Angel started walking in. Francis went up to the capsule and opened it. Your lungs finally seemed happy as you took in all the air again. Oh, how glad you were.

"It looks like your skin has healed."

"What have you done to me?" You said in an aggressive tone.

"I've merely raised your stress levels high enough to trigger a mutation."

"You sadistic fuck!"

"I've cured you, Y/n. Now your mutated cells can heal anything. It's attacking your cancer as fast as it can form. Now I'm gonna shut you in again, Y/n. Not because I need to. Because I want to." Francis had a small smile and looked at Angel.

"Oh, well. Go ahead."

Angel then walked up to you. "Oh, you smell like shit." You then noticed she had matches and quickly hit her nose with your head.

She grunted and her eyes widened. 

"-Woah!" Francis had laughed and smiled.

"Motherfucker." Angel started walking up to you but Francis stopped her.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's all right, it's all right. I think we owe him that one, yeah? You take off. Go on. Off you go." Angel started walking away.

Francis then walked to the capsule. 

"Quick question. What's my name." 

You kept your mouth shut.

"Didn't think so." He then closed the capsule and turned the machine back on.

'Sorry, Francis. My lips are sealed.' You watched him walk away.

You had taken one of the matches from Angel. You blew it to your hand and started a fire. Quickly, you threw it to where the oxygen was coming in from. In a few seconds the place had blew up. Your capsule flew and broke, you got out of there as fast as you can. The place was on fire. You grabbed a oxygen tank while you saw Francis walk down. Francis had also had a fire extinguisher and started putting the fire out. He was then looking around until he saw your capsule broken. You decided to just run and escape, I mean, how were you going to even take on a grown man when your only thirteen? You tried looking for a exit, but, you ran into Francis. 

"There you are."

You tried looking for something you can use, there was no way to out run him. He had then walked up to you and hit you with the fire hydrant. You had tried getting up, but before you could even try anything, Francis had grabbed a pole and had pierced it through your back. You retched while spitting out blood. Francis punched your face and bended the pole so you couldn't take it out. He finally looked at you. 

"What's my name?" 

You stayed silent as he walked away. The place started to tear down. 

"Y/n..."

You heard a small voice to your left, you looked curious who it was.

Cunningham.

How'd it get like this? You didn't expect it to get this far, but it did.

END OF CHAPTER---

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