Make me feel

Crash

Wade was sitting in his favorite bar drinking the tiny ketchup packets while he waits for his virgin Bloody Mary.
The waitress sets his drink down and gave him a funny look.
"I like ketchup, bite me. And when can I get a real Bloody Mary?"
"When you're 21 wade."
"But that's." He counts with his fingers, "three more years."
"Yup, deal with it. Having any food?"
"Nah, Thanks." He gave her a $10 and chugged his drink then left, or at least he was leaving until someone stopped him.
"Mr. Wilson."
"Who wants to know?"
"I can help you get more money than you can even imagine."
"Ooh you gonna let me put it up your butt?"
"No. I work for someone very important, and they have an offer that is guaranteed to make you rich beyond your belief."
"I like what your selling, I'm in."

Once wade was in the car a bag was over his head. "Ah is this a party game?"
"You can't see where we are going. For safety reasons."
"Cryptic I like it."
When the bag was off he was being put onto a gurney and strapped down.
"Okay this is getting weird. What is all this for?"
"Don't worry mr.Wilson, you will become the most powerful person in the world."
"But what am I going to be doing?" He shouted as he was taken to another area.

—
Peter was in the middle of gym class when his arm started to burn. He dropped down from the pull up bar screaming.
"Peter, what's wrong?" Harry came over.
"My arm it's burning." His arm was beginning to turn red and blister.
"Holy shit. What's happening to your soulmate?"
Over the next few days peter was in so much pain he couldn't go to school. He went to the hospital but they couldn't really help unless his soulmate was looked at.
"I don't know who it is, but they need help. I think their being tortured." He told the doctor.
"I'm sorry we can't do anything other than try to dull your pain."

After a few days he was back to normal, the pain had stopped. Aunt may let him take the car to school today instead of the bus.
He followed the route of his bus for the hell of it and waved at Harry who sat in the back.
He gave him a big middle finger and peter took a turn to go get some coffee waving at him again.
He was jamming to music when all of a sudden he couldn't breathe. He gasped for air as he rolled the window down but it did nothing. He took his seat belt off that didn't work either.
His vision was starting to darken and hands were shaking, his feet couldn't move they couldn't find the brakes. Then everything went completely black.

—
Wade is finally let out the airlock box, fresh air hits his lungs hard.
"So, Wade Wilson, how are we feeling today?"
"Oh just peachy, Francis."
"Looks like you could stay in for a bit longer." He sneers.
"Could you at least take the neck restraints off first?"
He nods for angel to take it off and wade head butts her. She gets ready to hit him but Francis stops her.
"Easy, let him have that one." She walks away whipping blood from her lip.
"Last words wade, what's my name?"
He stayed silent.
"Okay." He shut the box again and wade slowly lost oxygen.
But he had a plan he was going to get out of that hell box, by using the match he got from dickless number 2.

Once everything was up in flames dear little Francis came down to play.
They fight with everything they got their hands on. Eventually Francis pierced wade through his body with a metal bar pinning him to the ground and left him to die.

—
After two days of being unconscious peter finally woke up in the hospital.
Aunt may was thrilled to see his baby blue eyes again. Harry was also there to witness his arrival back into the world.
"Good news and bad news." Said the doctor.
"Bad news first."
"Bad news is, you suffered some brain injuries, you might need therapy to learn to walk again."
"What's the good news?"
"You didn't break any bones. You have some cuts and bruises from the car crash, and superficial marks I can only assume come from whatever happened to your soulmate."
"Thank you doctor."

The next couple of days peter learned how to walk, but he wasn't alone. A boy the same age as him was learning to walk again too after breaking his leg.
"I'm peter."
"Hey I'm Ned."
They quickly became friends as did Harry who visited peter every day.

—
After wade had climbed out of the pits of hell, or what was left of the building he was in; close enough. He went to the bar and everyone was so excited to see that he was alright. Well as alright as someone could be with their skin looking like a burnt avocado.
He tried to trick his way into getting alcohol but it didn't work.

"Come on I almost died. Look at how fucked up my face is. I deserve a drink for fucks sake." He cried.
"Yeah you are gross as fuck. I would kill myself if I looked like that. One shot of whiskey."
"Yes!"

Wade made it his mission to find and make Francis turn him back to normal, and if not, then kill that little shit eating dipstick.
He made a suit to hide his face and felt like a badass. He took on the name Deadpool and started killing every person that crossed paths with Francis; friend or foe if they didn't tell Deadpool what he wanted to hear, then they died. He was becoming a true mercenary, and kind of liked it.