Unassailable Destinies

Chapter One

"I can't. I'd be a distraction, the less distractions the quicker you'll learn to control it" Wade elaborated. "And the quicker you come back to me, sweetheart" he said, kissing her one last time, this one more longing than the last not knowing how long it would be until they'd see each other again. ~ Excerpt from the end of Undesired Destinies

Slowly pulling from the kiss Madison looked at Wade, run her fingers across her cheek gently, her eyes scanned his face wanting to take it all in. She wanted to remember his face unsure how long she would be gone for, she left his eyes for last taking them in the longest as they were what she loved most. While he disliked his body for every scar that he saw as an imperfection, a result and lasting reminder of what Ajax had done, his eyes had remained untouched. They were exactly as they had been when they first met, even with more of a hint of life in them. Still capable of picturing Wade from their first encounter, even being able to give him an illusion of his old self through touch she chose not to. To her he was perfect after all she'd fallen for him after his mutation, but still she enjoyed the light still held within his untainted eyes. 

"Goodbye Maddie" Wade breathed as he placed his hand on her fingers that laid on his cheek, to instead move them away as he took a step back. Looking away from her he nodded to Colossus, before he turned and quickly made his way off. 

(FWB) I didn't want Wade to leave, but I knew my want and the inevitable were two completely different things and they weren't crossing paths right now, no matter how much I wanted them to. Then again I felt I owed it to Wade to try, to go to this school and get things... myself, under control. We were a team and he's done so much for me, this is the least I can do, after all, I'll be helping myself in the long run, right? (EOFWB)

Madison swallowed the lump in her throat, the tears that had stained her cheeks from moments ago were now gone, though it didn't mean her sadness had left with them. "We must get going Madison" Colossus advised, still holding Angel who was left unconscious from the previous fight.

Clearing her throat she turned to look at him, straightening her shoulders as she tried to regain her normal composture. "What are you gonna do with shit for brains?" she asked pointing towards Angel as they all began to walk towards the cars.

"I will bring her to Xavier, hopefully he will be able to help her now that man is gone" he said, referring to Francis. Though he was very much dead, Madison still held a hatred for him and she was sure Wade did the same. 

Forgiving wasn't exactly a strong attribute of hers, still to this day she hated her parents for giving her up. They had left her at that orphanage, that orphanage made her and other girls sell their bodies and from there Madison's life had just been a downward spiral. She wasn't naive or stupid she knew many people would have judged her for the 'work' she'd continued to do once leaving the orphanage. Prostitution was the only way she thought she could survive, she'd barely had an education for starts; the only money she had was what she'd stolen from the orphanage, after all she felt it was hers. Send out on the streets in her teens years to do those horrible things, she was going to take back that money before getting the hell out of there and presumably leaving that life behind. But for Madison, leaving behind her past wasn't exactly an option, though it was ideal. Once she was out on her own two feet the world became an even harsher place and so the only option she saw viable was the continuation of what she called her job. In the beginning she started out on her own, any money she made she kept herself, until she met Jerome. He offered to set her up in an apartment, paying the first few months rent if she came and worked for him and so she did. 

(FWB) I know lots of people would see me and just think I was some disgusting, vile person, they make assumptions about me before they'd even spoken to me. But of course they were never going to speak to me, they weren't going to be even within a mile radius of me. All they did was judge from a far before returning home to their pristine lives, where every birthday was filled with cake and presents; every Halloween there was candy for the children; every Christmas Santa would have come that night and in the morning there would be a feeling of bliss in the family. Well I never had that, not a fraction of that kind of happiness came my way as a child. But I don't want sympathy for that, sympathy does nothing for the person your feeling sympathetic for, all it does it make you feel better at your capability for such an emotion. All I want from telling you this is an understanding, to try to explain and so you can see that while all supposedly born equal, we're easily dealt different cards when at the table of life. I sit at that table with not even a pair, just bluffing my way through, hoping to keep my place, while you are sat with a stack of chips and holding cards that show a full house. You could fold without barely any repercussions, but if I lose this hand, I fall and I fall hard. (EOFWB)