Team Obliteration : The Destruction Cube

Chapter 8

A/N: Hey guys!! The action has finally started, eh? I know it might currently seem lame and all, but trust me, the good parts are to come!

Oh yeah, and that kill yourself thing, I guess it seems kinda weird and all, but I'm not so sure how I can fix that. Just ignore it if you didn't really like it.

I would really appreciate it if you could give comments, so I can improve my writing. I don't really know if I captured the characters well, but you'll have to tell me if I did!

Once again, thank you all SO MUCH for reading this fanfic!!!

I LOVE YA GUYS!!!!

Deadpool's P.O.V.

Deadpool was seated at the dining table, waiting for Logan and his gang to arrive. It was 4.00 p.m. He stared at the clock, watching it tick, each second passing by. His elbows were planted firmly on the table and his chin was resting in his hands. His drawing lay unfinished in front of him, a pencil next to it. He couldn't actually draw, but he gave it a try anyway.

"You're so useless, you know," Italics said to him.

"I know," he sighed. "But what else am I supposed to do?"

"Go on a date with Jayla, man. Your dream could come true." Deadpool winced a little when he said Jayla's name.

"Don't be so stupid," muttered Bold. "She already has a boyfriend."

"The two of you just shut up, okay?" said Deadpool out loud, his voice rising. "I don't want to talk about this now." He sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Then why don't you get up and get some chimichangas? Surely that'll make you feel better, right?"

Bold had a point.

"You're right..." Deadpool said as he stood, folding his drawing twice and grabbing the keys. "Chimichangas are bae. Let's go, then."

He grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open to find a surprised looking Logan, two girls behind him.

"Well, you're finally back," Deadpool said.

"I was just about to open the door," said Logan.

"Well, it was obvious enough already." He gestured to the keys. "I was just about to go get chimichangas."

As he stepped out the door, Deadpool noticed that the three looked very exhausted. Also, Cassie's axe wasn't so shiny anymore.

"What happened to you guys?" he asked as they stepped into the house.

"We'll explain it with the others," answered Logan.

"Okay then," said Deadpool. "I take it that it must be very important. Jayla and Slenderman are both training downstairs. Now I'll be off."

"No, no way," said Cassie as she grabbed Deadpool's wrist and dragged him back into the house. "You are staying here until we're done explaining."

"What, why?" groaned Deadpool.

"It's important. After the explanation you can go," said Cassie. Suddenly she yanked Deadpool's drawing out of his hand.

"Hey! Give that back!" exclaimed Deadpool as he lunged for the drawing. Cassie studied it.

"Nice drawing," she said as she handed it back. "It looks strangely like Jayla, I have to admit."

"Really?" said Deadpool, faking surprise.

"Yeah."

But Deadpool was actually happy that it looked like Jayla, since that's who he was drawing. He tucked the paper in one of his pouches, feeling pleased with himself.

Alexandra had closed the door and locked it. She was carrying two cubes made of metal.

"What's that?" said Deadpool as he grabbed one of the cubes. He turned it over in his hands, studying it.

"Careful with it," warned Alex.

"Why should I?" he said, tossing it. Alex winced.

"It's a bomb, stupid." Alex didn't tell him that it was already extinguished. He immediately handed the bomb back to her.

"Why the hell would you bring a bomb in here?" he said. "You aren't Mystique are you?" He sniffed her, pretending to be like how Logan sniffs the air when he's tracking somebody.

"Bub," growled Logan. "That's not what I do."

Deadpool stopped. He didn't want Logan to get angry now.

"Let's go then," said Cassie, taking one of the bombs. She stepped into the elevator, which was placed next to the staircase. The others followed after her, dumping their backpacks on the couch before they went.

Cassie punched in the button with the letter 'T' on it, and they began their descent. "Let's get Jayla and Slendy first."

They stepped out of the elevator into the underground training room. There was a huge control panel in front of them. A one way mirror was placed in between the large training area and the control panel. The walls were all painted white, and three wheeled swivel chairs were placed in front of the control panel.

Slenderman and Jayla were busy taking down a group of villains. Of course, it was only a simulation, but it could hurt them and they could hurt the villains. Plus, there were weapons that could pop out from the ceiling and walls and shoot them. It was sort of like the danger room back at the X-Mansion.

Slenderman was hurled against one of the walls, but he recovered quickly. Getting back up, he plunged his tendrils right through one of the villains. Jayla swiped her claws at one of the weapons, and then another picked her up and wrapped itself around her, pinning her arms to her sides. She shouted in rage as she tried to escape its tight grasp.

Slenderman finished off the last enemy and turned to help Jayla. As he ran up to her, he was suddenly shot by one of the weapons. It had released a sticky green substance and had glued him to the wall.

The two just stared at each other, and then Jayla began laughing. Slenderman looked disgusted, but he couldn't get off the wall.

"End training," said Slenderman loudly. The weapons slowly went back into their place, the goo melting off Slenderman. The long metal coil dropped Jayla, and she landed on the ground perfectly.

"- look disgusting," they heard Jayla say as they stepped out of the door and into the control room. She was pointing at Slenderman and laughing.

"I don't only look disgusting, I feel disgusting," he replied, glancing at the green goo that still dripped from his suit. They both looked up to see the rest.

"Oh, hey guys!" exclaimed Jayla in surprise. "You're finally back! Whatcha got there?" She gestured to the two bombs that Alex was holding.

"We'll explain it at the lab."

"Right then" said Slenderman, "curiosity is getting the better of me. I'll go get changed from this icky mess and I'll join you guys." Cassie gave a thumbs up to him, and they headed their own ways.