Team Obliteration : The Destruction Cube

Chapter 12

The moment Logan heard about what had happened on the 4th of July celebration, he had immediately rushed back.

He felt kind of guilty that he wasn't there when the attack happened. Luckily, everyone was – at the least – alive.

He had reached on the morning of the 5th and found the upper floors mostly deserted except for Cassie who had been preparing food for the others.

She looked tired, and when he had asked what had happened, she recounted the whole story, looking very guilty. It seems that everyone had stayed up the whole night to watch the injured.

"Why aren't you injured then?" Logan inquired once she finished recounting her story.

"My disabling spell just backfired on me, and it wore off after a while," she muttered in reply to him.

When he went to the infirmary to check on the others, he saw that Slenderman had fallen asleep on a plastic chair, while Deadpool had his chin in his hands while he watched the seemingly lifeless Jayla. Jayla's hair had returned to its original red color and she looked normal, except for the fact that she was very pale.

After having breakfast, Slenderman excused himself and went up to his bedroom to probably have a nap.

Alexandra had woken up after a while – to Logan's relief – and had had lunch together with the others. She had some trouble moving, but she wasn't completely immobile. The only person who hadn't joined them for lunch was Deadpool. He had insisted on waiting for Jayla to wake up.

Deadpool would also leave the house at night for a period of time every day until Jayla woke up. No one knew why he would leave, but they just let him be.

Logan's P.O.V.

It had been three days since the attack, meaning that it was the 7th of July.

Logan had decided to accompany Deadpool, who had been waiting for Jayla to wake up. He had removed his mask and was sitting at the same place he had been for the past 3 days.

A/N : Since he's not wearing his mask, I'll call him Wade.

"It's been three days, Logan," said Wade suddenly. He sounded worried and tired. Logan realized that he probably hadn't slept at all since the 4th. "Do you think that she'll wake up?"

"I'm sure she will," sighed Logan.

They sat there for a while more, probably a few minutes, but it felt like an hour, when suddenly Jayla gasped.

Wade jumped back, pulled on his mask, and stared expectantly at Jayla. He kicked his plastic chair aside.

"Told you," said Logan as he stood up and neared the bed.

"Jayla?" said Deadpool as he absently brushed a lock of her hair to the side. Logan wondered what that was about.

Jayla's eyes fluttered, and suddenly they shot opened. Deadpool stepped back as she pushed herself up and glanced around her wildly. Logan noticed that she looked panicked.

"Jayla?" Deadpool asked again, and she stared at him for a while. She turned and studied Logan for a while too.

Finally, she said, "Who are you?"

She doesn't recognize us, thought Logan worriedly. She spent too long in the fire.

Deadpool looked utterly confused.

"Who are you?" she said again, her voice rising as her claws slid out.

Logan exchanged a look with Deadpool.