Deadpool and Wolverine ~ [[Daughter of the mouth]]

Part 6 ||The Flashback||

"Yes!" Wade fist-pumped the air excitedly, "flashback!"

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I heard a strange sound just outside my room. The sound of rattling metal followed by a bang.

I burst out of my room, sprinting down the hall, desert eagle pistol in hand. When I got to the living room, my dad was pinned to the floor by gruff looking men. Overtop of him stood a man in a lab coat, holding an almost comically large syringe.

"Dad?!" I yelled, training the gun on the scientist man.

"Y/N, run!" His words slurred as they pressed face into the hardwood floor.

"Get the fuck off him," I cocked the gun with an audible click. But the doctor didn't react.

Before I could pull the trigger, another person in the room, who I hadn't seen, barreled into my side, knocking me to the ground. He held me there and disarmed me with ease. I shrieked all kinds of curse words and nonsense, struggling against that asshole's grip.

I watched, wide eyed, crying, as the doctor inserted the syringe into his neck and dispersed the liquid into his bloodstream.

"What are you doing?" I screamed, "what the fuck do you want with him?!"

"Funny you should think we're here for him," the doctor stood up. With a wave of his hand, the men holding my father down moved away.

He tried to stand up, limply swinging his fist at the doctor before crashing to the ground. His body began to flail and spasm, shake then still. "Dad...?" I called weakly. His eyes fluttered open. He was making direct eye contact with me when the doctor held the gun to his temple, and pulled the trigger. "No!" I screamed at a decibel I didn't know I could reach. His body was completely still, blood seeping from the hole in his head... he wasn't healing. "No, no, no!" I repeated over and over, thrashing around, trying to go over to him.

The doctor knelt down in front of me, blocking my view of what I realized was my fathers corpse. "We offered to spare him," the doctor said, his voice cold and callous, "but he just wouldn't let us have you." He stood up and nodded at one of his lackeys. They handed him another syringe, I truly hoped it was the same substance they gave my dad...

...I didn't want to live without him. I wanted to die with him.

Against my will, I slowly stopped fighting. Whatever serum they gave me was forcing my limbs to weaken and fall limp. I was losing consciousness. Even so, they placed thick shackles around my wrists, and a collar around my neck. The kind of collar all mutants fear.

I honestly hadn't even thought about using my powers, too stunned to do anything, too weak to continue fighting. Now I couldn't use them even if I wanted to, the collar subduing my mutation.

I was vaguely aware of someone lifting me up and carrying me outside. We were in some kind of vehicle traveling away from my home. I tried to do what they do in movies, where they keep track of turns and stops and shit, but it was no use, I was too out of it - and soon enough, I was unconscious.

Waking up, who knows how long later, strapped to a hospital bed is definitely one of the top 10 most horrifying experiences in my life. Number one being the experiments they ran on me in this facility, which I came to learn was ran by a horrid company called Transigen.

The first thing I remember from that place was being locked in a metal box, the only thing linking me to the outside world was the camera in the top corner of the room. Something about this box made it impossible for me to teleport out. Every time I tried, I would just end up in a different area of the room, which wasn't very large, so there weren't many places to go.