VIRULENT FATE
Virus never wanted to live a life of indignity, sheer humiliation, complete hopelessness, irrevocable shame. But he had always been taught to welcome the unwelcome. In simpler terms, Virus survived past a childhood where his mind formed an enmity with the presence of Death and grew to become accustomed to have both feet in the grave, just in case. His untimely demise was always set before him (a fait accompli, if you will) and the final unfinished chapter of his short life remained in the hands of the love of his—
Wade Wilson was his name, and he was nothing Virus wanted in a potential plaything. He fought a demon of his own, the cruel word 'cancer' etched into his skin with syringes of morphine, but it didn't follow him for long. He was the impossible man, forged from a love affair with Death herself and an awful lot of time spent with the scientist Emrys Killebrew.
Subsequently, Wade was Virus's everything. He was the reason he pushed Death farther and farther away, even going so far as to pray to a god he didn't believe in, and his charred face was the first image he thought of when sleep came his way. It was endearing, really, and could have been the beginning to a great love story.
If only the red-masked man knew of the death-trodden man's infatuation.
When all is said and done and life passes one by, the tragedy speaks to itself: Virus didn't want his last words to be without the one person that kept him going, and Wade Wilson didn't want to carry the burden of a dead man's oath resting on his shoulders.
VIRUS VARUN DHAWAN
LADY DEATH DEEPIKA PADUKONE
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virulent fate, wade wilson
FanfictionDEADPOOL 'You're a crazy motherfucker that probably deserves everything that's coming to him, but that doesn't mean I have to feel bad.... I do feel bad, though, even if I don't really want to.' Viruses kill everything they touch accordi...