Stranded: A Superhuman Society

Day Three

I was woken by the cold, and it felt like I was going to freeze to death. 
And on top of that, I was extremely sleep deprived.
“Damn.” I whispered to myself, in frustration.
Then, still shivering, I stood up, gathered my things, and walked over to Deadpool's tent.
When I zipped open the tent, Deadpool woke up.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I said, softly.
Deadpool sat up, and looked at me.
“No, you're fine.” He responded,
A gust of cold wind blew against me, and I flinched.
“Are you cold?” He asked me.
I stepped into the tent, and zipped it closed behind me.
“Yes.” I said, still shivering.
 I sat down my backpack, and my sleeping mat next to Deadpool.
“Need a blanket?” He asked me.
“Yes.” I responded eagerly.
Deadpool reached behind him and grabbed a small blanket.
“Sorry that it’s small.” He said, spreading it out.
“It’s fine.” I responded.
I layed down next to Deadpool, and he put the blanket over the two of us.
It was still really cold, and the blanket only went over half of my body.
It was warmer than outside, but I wanted to curl up into a ball and absorb all the heat in the world.
Deadpool inched closer to me, then reached his arm around my waist.
“Stop that.” I barked.
“Let me warm you up.” He said, in a gentle tone.
He continued pulling me closer until my entire back was touching his warm chest.
I sighed, as I soaked in his body heat.
The only reason why I was fine with this, was because I was freezing to death.
But I was worried he would try to do something to me.
I felt his arms wrap around me in a hug, and his legs wrap around mine.
He put the blanket back over us, then wrapped his arm around me again.
Now  I was warm. 
I didn’t like how he was warming me up, but I didn’t care because I fell right asleep.

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When I woke up again, Deadpool was still holding onto me but we were chest to chest. I tried to push him away from me but he just held on tighter, and nuzzled into my chest.
This was something I’ve never experienced before.
The way he was all over me, made my body get turned on.
“Why am I feeling this way?!” I thought to myself.
I untwisted my legs from his and kicked his foot.
“Deadpool, let go.” I whispered.
I don’t think he heard, but he reached down and grabbed me.
It startled me, but my body liked it.
“I don’t like Deadpool, so why do I like this?” I thought.
“Stop that.” I whispered louder.
I grabbed his arm and pulled it away from my rear.
“Wake up.” I said, a bit louder.
I shoved him, but he still held on.
“Hmm?” He asked me, softly.
“Stop…. touching me.” I said to him.
“Huh?” He asked, louder.
I pushed away from him, finally free of his grasp.
“Thanks but-.” I started.
Then Deadpool sat up and stepped over my body so he was on top of me.
“You’re welcome-” He said, as he leaned towards me.
Then he kissed me. 
I didn’t know what to feel anymore. I liked it, but I didn’t want to like it.
So I punched him in the gut.
He coughed for a second before he spoke,
“What was that for?!” He choked.
I glared at him.
“You need to cut the romantic stuff.” I said, firmly.
“Why can’t I just give you a lil smoochy smooch?” He asked.
“Because, we are not lovers.” I responded.
“But we're best mates.  Mates kiss all the time.” He said.
“Not like that.” I said, wiping my mask with my hand.
“Then let me try again-” Deadpool said, as he leaned closer to me.
But before I could respond, he reached over and pressed my face against his.
And he kissed me a second time, but this time was more personal.
Deadpool kissed me for a solid ten seconds, or more.
He put all his weight on me, so I fell backwards onto his sleeping mat.  He was wrapping his body parts around me, and was pressing his lips against every part of my face.
 Although we both had our masks on, it was still enough to make me blush.
I freed my hands and grabbed onto the sides of Deadpool's face, trying to pull him away.
But that didn’t work.
So without thinking, I used my strength to get my legs free. Once I did, I wrapped one around Deadpool’s waist and twisted myself around until I was on top of him. Then I slammed him into the ground and pushed his face off of mine. And finished with my knee-cap shoved in between his legs.
“Bad Deadpool.” I said, watching him curl up in a ball.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold back.” Deadpool said, softly.
“Do it again and I won't be so kind as to leave your bollocks intact.” I said, firmly.
Deadpool’s eyes widened, then he looked away from me and sighed.
I grabbed my backpack, zipped open the tent and walked out.
“I hate Deadpool.”
That’s what I kept telling myself.
But I didn’t know what to think anymore.
I noticed that everyone else was still asleep. And I didn’t want to be rude and wake them up.
I didn’t really know what to do, but I remember taking a survival class in junior high, where we learned how to make a fire in the wild.
So I got some logs and set them up in a circle around a flat stone.
I didn’t know how I was going to make a flame, but I got some dead grass to fertilise it.
Then I bent over and put the grass on the stone, but I felt a hand poke my rear.
“Cute ass.” Deadpool said, from behind me.
I stood up straight, and turned to him.
“Do you ever quit?”
“If you want me to quit loving you, then I can’t do that.” Deadpool said, smiling.
I tried not to blush.
“Well, do you have stuff to make a fire?” I asked him.
“There’s already something pretty hot standing right here, why would we need a fire?” He said, stepping closer to me.
He was totally flirting with me now.
So I tried to act annoyed.
“Do you have any matches?” I said.
“I think we make a pretty cute match don’t ya think?” He said, stepping even closer to me.
I was loosing it. 
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
 My emotions were going to explode all over the place.
Then my body reacted before I could think.
I stepped closer to him, grabbed his head, and kissed him.
I tried forcing myself not to like it, but it didn’t work.
Deadpool sighed and said,
“It really took this long for you to fall in love with me.”
He walked over to our tent and grabbed a box of matches. 
Then, he walked back and handed them to me.
“Thanks Deadpool.” I said.
“Any time, baby.” He responded.
And for some reason, I wasn’t mad.
I took one match out of the box, struck it, and lit the fire.
Then me and Deadpool sat down on one of the logs next to each other.
Deadpool put his arm around me, and rested his head on my shoulder.
I felt the warmth from the fire hit my face.
This felt strange, all along I have hated Deadpool. 
But I was starting to like him.
Maybe even sexually.
I thought of all the people that Deadpool has been with, and all the people he had flirted with.
What if he has a current boyfriend or girlfriend?
And what if he is cheating right now.
I didn’t want to be with a cheater, but I can’t control my feelings.
“What’s gotten into me?!” I thought to myself.
I wanted to find out if Kelsey even liked me back. If she did, then I would be with her, if not, then I guess Deadpool is my second option.
I sat up.
“Where ya goin?” Deadpool asked me.
“Give me a minute.” I responded.
Then I ran over to Kelsey’s tent and whispered,
“Are you awake?”
“Yeah.” She responded.
I looked behind me to make sure Deadpool didn’t follow me. 
He was still sitting on the log.
I zipped open the tent and stuck my head in.
“Hi Kelsey.” I said.
“Hey, what’s up?” She asked.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked her.
“Of course.” She said.
“I like you, do you like me back?”
My heart was pounding.
“Oh-” She responded,
“Please don’t be mad, but I like someone else.” 
I forced my anger behind me, but a little part of my heart broke off.
“I’m not mad, but do you mind telling me who?” I asked.
She sat up.
“Keven.”
I felt my anger emotions run from my brain and down to my mouth to yell some mean things, but I covered my mouth just in time.
Keven was the other kid that looked like me at my school. But he looked a bit older than me. (even though he is one year younger than me) 
He also had a moustache. 
No wonder she liked him.
“Are you ok with this?” Kelsey asked me.
I forced all of my emotions away and said,
“Yes, I cannot choose your love life.”
Then I zipped the tent closed.
I thought of the time we were together before we got stranded.
I’ve had a crush on her the whole school year, and I thought she liked me back based on all the small things we have done together. Like when she held my hand, and sat next to me on the flying bus. And even when she kissed my cheek when we slept in the same tent.
 It's almost like she suddenly lost interest in me since we got stranded here.
Which seemed strange to me.
I saw Deadpool laying on the log staring at me, when I turned around.
He was holding a long wooden stick.
“Hop on my stick so I can cook you up, Kyle.” 
Deadpool made a hollow fist with his hand, and put the stick through it, running his hand up and down it.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“You don’t know what this means?” He asked me.
“No, I don’t.” I said.
“It means–” 
He got cut off by the sound of a tent opening. 
We turned around and saw Peter walk out of his tent.
“Oh, hey.” He said, walking over to us,
“What are you guys talking about?”
I looked at Deadpool, and saw him put a finger to his lips.
He didn’t want Peter to know anything.
“Oh nothing.” Deadpool said in a dodgy tone.
Peter gave Deadpool a glare, then turned to me.
“I’m out of food, you guys got any?”
I walked over to my backpack, and opened it. Then I looked through my bag
not finding any food.
“I think we ate it all yesterday.” I said.
Deadpool stood up and said,
“Not all of it.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him.
“We can still roast marshmallows.”
I didn’t say anything.
And my heart was pounding.
Deadpool grabbed my other arm, stepped closer and put his head to the side of my neck.
“Mmmmm.” He said, making fake chewing noises,
I was flustered.
Realising that Peter was watching us, I gently pushed Deadpool away.
“I’m not finished.” Deadpool said, reaching for my neck.
I stepped back, and Peter stopped Deadpool before he could touch me again.
“That’s enough, Wade.” Peter said.
Deadpool stepped back,
“Okay, dad.”
Then Deadpool ran over to his tent and started rummaging through his pack.
“I have a bottle of semen if you want some!” Deadpool yelled.
“That’s just great, we have no food.” Peter said, annoyed.
Deadpool walked out of his tent and back over to me.
Then he clapped his hands and rubbed them together as he said,
“Looks like plan cannibal is go.”
I glared at him.
“We will not be doing any of your plans, Deadpool.” Peter said.
I heard Kelsey zip open her tent, then she walked over to us.
“What’s all the fuss about?” She asked.
“We have no food.” Me, Peter and Deadpool all said at the same time.
We all looked at each other for a moment.
“That’s a problem.” Kelsey responded,
“How should we get food then?”
We all went silent for a second.
“I have knives.” Deadpool said.
We all looked at Deadpool.
“You bring knives to school?” Peter asked, shocked.
“You never know if you’ll need ‘em.” Deadpool said, scratching the back of his head.
I took a step away from Deadpool.
“It's not that bad.” Deadpool said.
“Killing is bad, Wade.” Peter said.
“I haven't killed any students yet!” Deadpool yelled at peter.
Peter slapped his forehead with his hand.
“Maybe we could use Deadpool’s knives to hunt.” I suggested.
“Good idea, Kyle.” Deadpool responds, as he walks over to me.
“You ever hunted before?” He asked.
I shook my head.
He walked me over to his tent, and got out a small pink bag that had a white cat on it.
“This is my knife bag.” He told me, as he zipped open the small bag and pulled out a knife.
He handed it to me.
“Hold this.” He said.
I grabbed the handle and examined it.
The blade looked textured on the sides, but when I touched it, my finger slid smoothly. The handle was also an interesting texture.
Deadpool must’ve seen me examining the knife because he asked,
“You like it?”
I looked up at him,
“Yeah, I've never held a knife before.”
Deadpool had taken a couple of knives out of the bag already, and was wiping some red stuff off them.
“I made all of these, y’know.” He said.
“You did?” I asked him.
“Yeah, maybe I can show you sometime. If we don’t die of hunger.” Deadpool said, winking at me.
I held out the knife for him to take,
“Keep it, I have plenty more.” He told me.
“Really?” I asked him.
“Of course, hot stuff.” He responded, as he used his finger to scrape off a stain on a knife.
Deadpool reached in the bag and grabbed a small shoulder knife case. 
He handed it to me and said,
“You can keep your knife in this.”
I smiled as I took the knife and slid it into the case, then I put the strap over my head and around my body.
“Let's go kill something.” He said, smirking.
We both stood up and walked back over to the fire, where the others were.
  “Anyone else wanna come?” Deadpool asked.
Kelsey shook her head.
Peter looked over at Deadpool,
“We’ll stay here and guard the campsite.”
Deadpool shrugged, and turned to face the woods.
Then he skipped enthusiastically into the forest.
I turned and followed him, but I didn’t skip.
“Have you seen any animals since we first landed here?” Deadpool asked me.
“We didn’t land, we crashed.” I said.
“Same thing.” Deadpool responded.
As far as I knew, this island had no creatures on it, besides the beast that had chased me. I didn’t know if it was still alive.
“I haven’t seen any, besides that one beast that chased me on the mountain.” 
I responded.
“Do you know what kind of beast it was?” Deadpool asked.
“No, but it couldn’t have been a bear. It was way too big to be a bear.”
We continued walking, then we walked around a tree and Deadpool slammed my back into it.
“Hey!” I said, before he covered my mouth.
His huge body that pressed against mine, was keeping me from moving.
I examined his tight suit that showed all his muscles.
“Shh!” Deadpool said, looking beyond the tree.
I couldn’t say anything, so I leaned over to see what Deadpool was looking at.
It was a deer looking creature, but it had huge horns that went about 6 feet above its head, and it was a little bit bigger than your average deer.
But what really stood out was its pure white fur. Not a single dirty spot, it almost seemed to have a glow to it.
I stared in awe at the creature, until I saw Deadpool inching towards it, with his knife drawn.
“Wait–” I started.
But Deadpool had already thrown the knife.
The knife hit the deer, and it screamed in pain before it hit the ground, dead.
“Headshot!” Deadpool yelled.
We both ran over to it. 
Its eyes were still open. 
I could see the forming tears of the deer that didn't have time to leave its eye.
“You killed it!” I said, angrily.
“Yeah, I hope so anyways.” Deadpool responded.
“It was a living non-hostile creature!” I said, raising my voice.
Deadpool yanked the knife out of the deer’s head, and put it away.
“As far as we knew, it wasn’t hostile. But still, we needed food, now we got food. Kay? Don’t be sad Kyle, I’ll let you kill the next one.”
I stroked the deer's fur.
“Get over it would ya.” Deadpool said, as he knelt down and started cutting off the deer’s leg.
“What are you doing?!” I yelled at him.
“What does it look like I'm doing?” He responded.
I turned around and tried to hold in my puke.
“That’s so gross.” I said, pinching my nose.
“There are plenty of other gross things in this world, this can't compare..” Deadpool said, removing the leg from the corpse.
I ran over to a bush and puked in it. 
(You don’t need the details)
When I came back over, Deadpool had all the limbs cut off, along with the horns.
I almost immediately went back to the bush.
“These horns are sick. We could make knife handles with this. Here, hold them please.” Deadpool said, handing me the horns.
They were super big, and some ends were pretty sharp.
I carefully picked them up in a way that I wouldn’t get impaled, while Deadpool picked up the limbless, hornless deer corpse.
“Let's go.” Deadpool said, walking towards the way we came from.
I followed him, watching the blood from the deer drip down Deadpool's back.
I didn’t have a free hand to cover my mouth, but I managed to hold in the puke.
Once we got to the camp,  Kelsey and Peter looked at us.
“What the fuck is that?” Peter asked, shocked.
“I don't know, but it’s food.” Deadpool responded, while taking the thing off his shoulders and plopping it on the ground.
Kelsey covered her mouth like she was going to puke.
“Where are the legs?” She asked Deadpool.
I set down the horns.
“Do you want me to go get them?” Deadpool asked her.
Kelsey shook her head, then ran into a bush and puked.
“Just cut it up before we all lose our stomachs.” I told Deadpool.
“Why don’t you  cut it up, Kyle.” Deadpool said, handing me his knife then stepping back.
I held the knife in my hand and looked at Deadpool.
“What? No!” I said, disgusted.
I held the knife out to Deadpool.
Deadpool folded his arms,
“Why? He doesn’t bite. Or are you afraid?” He asked.
I gripped the knife handle tighter.
“No.” I said, bending down to the corpse.
I raised the knife up and slammed it into the deer’s neck.
Deadpool gave a little clap,
“Good, now do that 20 more times.”
I didn’t look at him, because I was starting to cut the deer into sections.
“Mind helping?” I asked Deadpool, when I started to struggle cutting through the muscles.
Deadpool walked over to me and bent down. I handed him his knife, then pulled out mine. We both cut it in half, then started cutting the skin off.
“Your stomach doing okay?” Deadpool asked me, reaching over and patting my chest.
I was actually surprised that I wasn’t nauseous.
“Yeah.” I said.
* 5 hours later*
We took a while skinning the corpse, and separating the fat from the good parts of meat.
Me and Deadpool had the deer cut up into three semi big meat chunks.
We also built a tripod over the fire, and put one of the meat chunks on it.
“I wonder what it tastes like.” Peter said.
I sat down on one of the logs, and Deadpool sat next to me.
We all watched the meat cook, as the sun went down. 
Deadpool rested his head on my shoulder, and fell asleep. I tried not to blush because Kelsey and Peter were across the fire. 
But it seemed like they were sitting awfully close to each other. And they didn’t even look at me or Deadpool.
When the meat looked done, Peter sat up and took it away from the fire to cut it into smaller pieces.
 When I tried to sit up, Deadpool’s head slid down onto my thigh.
I poked him.
“Deadpool, are you gonna eat?”
Deadpool just nuzzled his head closer to me, without opening his eyes.
I gently took his head off my thigh, and placed it on the log, then I stood up.
But before I could walk, something grabbed my foot and tripped me, so I landed on my chest.
“Deadpool? What are you doing!?” I yelled in frustration.
But I realised that it wasn’t Deadpool who tripped me, because I was dragged right past him, and he was still sleeping.
I felt something wrapped around my ankle. So I looked down at my foot and saw a vine that was pulling me into the woods.
“Help!” I yelled, as I kicked at the vine.
I struggled to get free, and tried to grab onto rocks and roots as more vines came out of nowhere and latched onto my legs and body.
I felt the vines tighten their grasp around my chest as it made its way up to my neck and wrapped around it. My whole body felt like it was caving in. I was yelling and kicking, until I was fully surrounded by vines, and it covered my mouth so I couldn’t yell. I struggled to move my head around but managed to look back at the fire.
 I saw Peter and Kelsey also getting strangled by vines around the fire. 
And Deadpool was still laying there, sleeping.
I was feeling lightheaded and my eyesight was blurring. I was getting squeezed and pulled, until my head hit something hard, then everything went black.

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