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The Forest at Night!; Open
Topic Started: Wed Feb 4, 2009 7:17 pm (1,368 Views)
Christofer Daxer
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The young weretiger slowly walked though the dark forest....his gaze moved from the left to the right very much. The trees was large and black and looked much like dead bodies or something else...dark shadows growing out from the ground. The trees was so thick that very little light from the moon slipped down in between...making it even more creepy. Chris did not like this forest and the little boy jumped high at every little tiny sound, there was many....small noises as when something moved though dry grass....a little now and then there was the scream of some little animal getting attacked.

Why had Chris been so stupid? He had never though he would end up in a forest like this....he had just though that it could be nice to explore norrwood a little. He remember that he was told that this part of the forest was dangerous. But he did not notice that he was here until it was to late...and then he was already lost. The little boy turned his eyes towards a sound....he stopped breating and just listened...but it had just been the wind...nothing more then the wind.

He continued to walk slowly....it was then that a bright lightning crossed the sky followed by a loud bang. Chris had not been ready for it and began to walk a little quicker as if he was followed by something....he stopped when he noticed that it started to rain....even if the trees gave protection against most of the water he could hear the sound. Another lightning crossed the sky and the sound of thunder was heard. Chris wanted to cry but this was not the time for that....he had to find cover somewhere....his eyes looked around and then he noticed something....at first he did not think it was anything but a strangly shaped tree...but as he came closer he saw that it was....a house. There was a house in this forest! He began to walk towards it, maybe someone could help him get out from here? but then he suddenly froze when he got a closer look at the building.
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This house was very old....the wood was rooten in many place...the door was gone....equipment like pots and such was spread all around the garden. Chris swallowed slightly....it did not look like anyone had been here for the last....years. Who could ever have lived here? All alone in the forest? These questions only made Chris think about horrible things....he slowly walked into the garden and stopped outside of the door...he needed the shelter....but was it really worth it? He took a deep breath....oh he wanted Fara´re here....he should never have gone off alone....she was most likely going to be very mad at him. Oh she was going to be so mad! But he did not care right now....he wanted her here right now....

The inside was a mess....things was everywhere and there was dirty and dust. It was a very small house with one room on the first floor and then he could see a stair going up to the second one...but Chris was not going to go up there. The weretiger was on edge all the time as he walked across the floor.
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Wade Winston Wilson, most commonly known as Deadpool had arrived at the creepy house hours before the young weretiger known as Christofer Daxer had come within a hundred yards of the creepy old place.

When Deadpool first dropped his foot in the Spiderhaunt Woods he had a machete, a very nice one at that. It was shined and sharp, very capable of cutting a clean path through even the thickest of foliage save for the density and natural craftsmanship of trees. He originally chose the Spiderhaunt woods to test the sharpness of his blade; he had spent over a hundred gold on the blade and wanted to break it in quick. He went and slashed through each vine, each root, each shrub/bush (or whatever else you wish to call it) with a grin buried and hidden in his hooded mask. But even through the desperate attempts of the mask, it was obvious that he was filled with an unmistakable joy of somebody who held his weapons dear to him, who thought of them as an extension of his own cloth-covered limbs. With each cut of another piece of nature the sword slowly dulled, at such a rate that it went unnoticed to the wielder who blindly sliced through each vine and root. He never took notice of the ever dulling blade. Instead, when he came upon an old house he stopped, there was just one thickened root in his way, taunting him as so many others did before. He eyed it carefully, moved his hooded head close to it in examination. He then raised his mighty blade and brought down in full force the dulled instrument which had ended so many roots and vines and shrubs before the root.

THK!

That was the sound made as the root slit in half and the blade broke with it. The break of the blade followed and quickly crawled through the metallic edge to the hilt and handle, shattering it in the mercenary's hand. It did not cut his flesh; it did not even fray the clothed hand which held the instrument. Instead it cut deeper than any physical pain could affect Deadpool, it pierced his soul. Not because his blade had shattered, not because he fetl a connection to the blade, no it was much more serious than that. The sword had a million-slice guarantee! And the shattering of the weapon meant that all the pieces were lost to the darkened and hollowed night, meaning that he could not get his refund on it. A hundred gold pieces, lost forever to some greedy merchant. Deadpool had counted the slices he made with the blade! It was exactly four-hundred, twenty-seven slices through nature. He has watched and thought of the situation for a second before opening his covered mouth with a horrifying scream of anguish and anger.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

His soul had truly been cut. He looked behind him and started backwards at an alarming rate, running into a line of vines and roots which had rapidly re-grown in vengeance against Deadpool, trapping him.

"Come on, I was only trying out my new sword, so if you could plese just retract?"

The roots and vines did respond as Deadpool would have wished. He dropped his head and turned to the house, he had no other option left but to go to the house and try to find a way out in the day-time.

He approached the old rotting house with a bit of caution. If there was something wanting him dead within the house he wanted to make sure he was ready for anything. He turned the old rusted door handle and pulled. The handle popped out of the door, throwing Deadpool back a little. He stood for a second as his rage built up, and then he threw the handle, hard as he could, at the old rotted door, effectively knocking it off its rusted bolts which held it in place.

When the door fell and shattered in the house, a rank smell escaped the house, hitting Deadpool like a raging bull. It was so easily associated because Deadpool had been hit by a raging bull before, the bull lost after a few minutes but it was still a bit of fun. But this wasn't, this was nearly suffocating. He dramatically choked for a minute, falling to the ground on his knees and grasping the rank air in a dramatic fashion before dramatically falling to the old dirty and rotted patio. He was dramatically stupid. After a while he picked himself up and walked into the house after it aired out a while.

Upon entering he stubbed his toe on pots, he tried to navigate around them but hit another set, and then another. This continued until he started kicking them on purpose, through the walls and through what used to be the windows. He kicked the unfortunate pots and nick-knacks out of the house and onto the lawn, he made a fun game, but after a while he ran out of stuff to kick. At least stuff that he could see to kick. So he turned and went to explore the second room/floor to see if there was a bed up there, even if it was rotted and crawling with insects, to lie on.

Each step he took forced the steps to make a disgusting creaking sound, straining and moaning under the weight of Deadpool. He neared the top of the flight of stairs when he heard footsteps on the olden wood floor on the first floor. Deadpool stopped in interest, and then stumbled down the stairs when one of the steps gave weigh beneath him. He rolled and snapped and cracked down the floor until he hit the bottom.

"Ow." He moaned quietly as he stopped rolling. Several of his bones appeared to be broken, but due to the fact he wasn’t human this didn't matter much. The same way he had survived his ragdoll fun worth the bull he had survived the fall. He stood up, broken, and snapped his bones back into place with a nasty crunching sound until they were all in place.

"Thank the gods I'm not human." He shouted as he raised his re-aligned fists into the air in success. He looked back to the ground-level and saw the feet of somebody. He raised his head until he saw the face of somebody who seemed like a young kid who he probably freaked out by breaking a bunch of bones in his body and then re-aligning them. He paused as he looked at the expression the boy had, and then thought about what the kid must have thought.

"Don't worry, I'm not human, but I'm not undead either. I just am greatly de-'Sens-it-ized' to pain and can regenerate anything damaged. Also, I haven't been hired to kill you, so I most likley won't unless you decide to try and attack me." Deadpool made sure he got that out first, to freak the kid out a bit less.

"So... anyways. My name's Deadpool, what's yours? Or I can I just call you 'Freaked-out kid?'"
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Chris was not close to ready that a man was going to come falling down the stair, even less a weird man dressed in weird dress clothes, and he quickly jumped in behind a large black couldron that was´standing in a corner of the room....he was shaking slightly and his eyes was large...like the once of a very scared kitten. His tail moved in a very random pattern...also a sign that he was afraid. He followed the stranger with his eyes as he moved....but the boy did not move an inch. He said he was not human? Then what was he?

As the man noticed him Chris was ready to try and escape because he was sure this man would try and kill him or something like that....but to his surprise the stranger did nothing like that....he just talked. Chris did not understand really what he was talking about...de-'Sens-it-ized? Was that some kind of weird word? Because he had never heard it before.

As the man asked for his name the boy opened the mouth but no sound came out....he closed it and then he took a deeo breath and tried again. "My name is Christofer....b-b-but you c-c-can call me Chris" his voice was shaking slightly as he was talking...he was still unsure what to do and how to react...he was alone...in the forest, lost and now this stranger came out of nowhere....oh Chris wanted Fara´re so much....yes she would know what to do....but she was not here.
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It was getting very late, and Chris had not returned to their shelter yet. Fara're was getting extreemly worried about him. Norwood was a calm enough forest, but it was not safe at night for someone his age. Not only were their pretors that would take advantage of a child being alone, but there were bandits too.

The weretiger crouched on all fours where she had last seen the boy. After sniffing around for a while she was sure she found his sent. She shifted to full tiger and bounded into the forest following the trail.

Her worry just grew greater when his trail lead her to the Spiderhaunt Woods. This was an area even she avoided most the time. Nothing but the creatures of darkness dwelt here. But Chris was somewhere in here, so she would follow.

Some time later she found a house in the middle of the woods. His scent was strong here, he was close by. She shifted back to her hybrid from as she moved forward. With a great wash of relief she spotted him, and some odd looking man.

But the man was of little concern right now. She ran forward. "Chris!" she yelled. She ran right into the boy and wrapped her arms around him holding him close. She just held him for a few moments letting her own heart rate slow down. She had only met the boy a few days ago, but already she was very attached to him.

At last she released him and held him at arms length. "I was so worried about you," she said, doing her best to hide some tears of relief. "Don't do that again!"

Her words may have sounded a bit harsh, but by the expression on her face it was clear she was not really angry. Just worried. "Next time, stay within the boarders I give you."

She let out a sigh before pulling him into her embrace again. It was then she looked up at the man standing there. "Sorry about that," she said. "And thank you for finding him."
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"Uh, yeah, let's go with me finding him. So... is there some sort of reward for finding him and making sure he's just a bit freaked out? Because, you know, I really could use a new sword." Deadpool said in a bit of joy. It almost seemed as if this cat-like woman (more specifically tiger-like) was as a mother to the kid. And if the tiger-woman loved the kid unconditionally as a son that meant that there was a greater chance of getting a reward out of it. And if there was a reward to come from it, Deadpool might get a new business in kidnapping with a bit of side reward for randomly murdering people he already has a contract to kill. That way he wins twice, and the parents of the kid also win because they miss their kids enough to hire a shady and slightly insane character like Deadpool to go and find their kind alive and bring him home alive at any cost. That would be the ultimate get-rich-quick scheme Deadpool would ever have since his decision to become a merc for money. It was a mixture of things he loved, money, and killing people he was hired to kill. Maybe he could also find more opening for some jokes.

He watched the mother-figure hold the child in her arms. A strange feeling made itself known in the stomach of Deadpool. A slight feeling of nauseousia brought around by the thought of such acts perhaps? He stood there for a moment, and the burped.

“Excuse me.” He said after the burp in a slight manner of respect. Nobody could actually believe that (if they knew him) he would ever go against such ideas to bring forth profit. It would have also been kind of obvious he had gas since his feeling of respect and guilt felt more like a massive migraine. Also, it was only brought around by the thought of killing somebody for no other reason than he lost a bet for a piece of copper, but that was mainly because he risked a charge for murder for a lousy piece of copper. The same feeling never arose when it was for a gold piece or more. It was mainly because it was too stupid, even for him, and one of his titles was the idiot merc. But that was usually due to the fact he would spew goofy and random stuff and always seemed really cheerful, even when being strangled.

“So, since we’re here… anybody know any good jokes? Because as great as this whole reuniting mother-figure/son-figure scene is, this place is still pretty boring… and dark! So either we need to get some light in hear, or I go a trip down the stairs again for some laughs, that’s really how desperate I am at this point for something to do.” Deadpool tagged that on to try and end the boredom which made the air so very stale upon his tongue.
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Chris eyes turned to the door when he heard the voice...."Fara´re!" he shouted, as she placed her arms around him the boy hugged her back and he felt like the tears was coming. "I`m so sorry for have made you worried, it was just that I explored and then I lost my way and when I tried to get I got even more lost...." he calmly removed the tears from his face as when she realeased him from the hug.

He looked at her...yes her words where harsh....but he knew he deserved them and the boy calmly looked down into the floor. "I`m sorry....I will never do it again and I promise to stay where you say I should stay....I will be a good boy from now on." he she could hear when she emdraced him that the rate of his heart was still very quick...but it was slowly going down now."I was so scared....I heard sounds all around and I did not know what to do....I wanted to have you here...I thought I was going to be eaten alive."

Chris had only lived with her for a few days....but Fara´re was the only one he knew at all....from what he could remember anyway, he had grown very attatched to her just like she to him. It had been very close that he would have called her mom but he had stopped himself before the words left his lips.....no not yet it was far to soon to call her that and she would most likely not approve of it.

The young boys gaze moved to the strange man as he was talking....he was weird but now that Fara´re was here he was not so creepy and that was good. "Your weird mister Deadpool" he said lowly still with his arms around Fara´re. "But what is the word.....de-'Sens-it-ized?" his eyes watched the man as he asked this.....even if he was a little unsure he was still a curious boy and wanted to know this word that he had never heard before....or remembered he had heard before.
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Fara're gave Deadpool a sidelong look when he mentioned a reward. "Don't push your luck," she said.

Her eyes then turned back to Chris. "It is alright now," she said softly. "Just be careful not to come this way again. There are good reasons why I warned people not to come this way."

Her eyes turned to this 'Deadpool' again, that was what Christofer had called him. Now she looked at him a scrutinizing eye, trying to figure out if this was someone she need to be worried about. As she looked him up and down she saw that yes he might know how fight a bit, but he was still no match for her. If he would try anything at all, she could take it. But something told her that he would not try and attack them.

Instead he asked for a joke. "Sorry, but I am not exactly in a joking mood right now," she said. "It is getting late and these woods are not a good place to be after the sun goes down. I suggest we leave and return to the more hospitable parts of Norwood."
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Desensitized "Aw, leaving so soon? We just got here! I tumbled down the stairs, kid freaked out in corner, you just had that really very touching scene with the kid who had freaked out in the corner behind the pot with mush in it. The night's just getting started!" Deadpool hopped a bit to show his level of excitement, it was almost like the fun he never had when he was a teenage kid getting the crud beat out of him, back when the other kids had called him "Deadpoop" and then he could beat the ever-living crud from all of them. Oh, they were such good times, and Deadpool never got to do that whole "Spend the night at a haunted house thing." No, every time he had tried in the earlier years of his life he had the building collapse while he was inside it. Then the kids made fun of him again calling him "Squished Deadpoop" and then he would hit them with a random support beam he managed to pick up after climbing out of the rubble. They were still good times, he just hadn't been in a haunted house that stayed up this long.

Deadpool stopped his obnoxious bouncing when the boy asked him what de-'Sens-it-ized meant. He thought for a moment, felt around his neck and found a small splinter in it. "Just one moment." He said before grabbing his own head and popping it to the side, revealing the half-inch long splinter in his neck and then removing it. "The word is Desensitized; it's just a bit more difficult to talk when you have a piece of wood lodged in your neck. Speaking of which what's so wrong with staying in shelter for th--" An elongated screech abruptly cut Deadpool off mid-sentence, giving an ominous feeling to the situation. "As I was saying before I was rudely cut off, what's so wrong wi--" another screech cut him off mid sentence, equally as horrifying as the last. "Excuse me for just a moment." Deadpool said with a slight, goofy bow as he turned to the door and peaked his head out, "Shut up! We're trying to talk in here!" He shouted to the screeching noise with aggravation more than anger.

The screeching creature responded in kind and grabbed his head in the dark and dragged him out of the house and across the ground outside before picking him up and for some reason slinging him around. "Stop! Let go! I just got this hood-slash-mask sewn back together a week ago! And if it rips you’re paying for the next one!" The creature in the dark did not care as it began to slam him against the ground. Perhaps it was trying to tenderize him? Any way was really starting to make Deadpool dizzy. "I need help out here! And a pony!" were the last words he shouted before being slung through the old rotted wood walls of the house and landing inside the staircase, dazed a bit. He shook his head, stood, and unsheathed his dagger as he recklessly charged outside shouting, "For pony!" obviously still a bit dazed.
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Chris listened to Fara´re and he nodded a little at her words....yes she had warned him about these parts....but he was not good at directions. He looked at the strange mad as he was talking....he did not know what to say to his words....but they where not very sensitive anyway....he was weird alright.

Chris nodded slightly as he explained the word....he did not understand much anyway but that would have to wait because he almost jumped high into the air when he heard the sound coming from outside....okey that did not sound very friendly alright. The boy watched Deadpool walk to the door and shout out into the darkness....the second later he was gone and Chris could hear the sounds coming from outside....he started to shiver slightly again....was it something large and nasty out there in the darkness? He hugged Fara´re harder when Deadpool came flying though the rooten wall of the house...now he was afraid again!
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"Oh great just great," Fara're muttered to herself as the fool started to be beat up by some monster. "Now I have to rescue him."

She gave Chris a gentle push ushering him behind her. "Stay back," she ordered.

She stood to her full hieght, her golded eyes glaring at the creature. A feral roar escaped her lips as she charged forward. She lept up a flew, litterally flew through the air towards her foe. She slammed into the beast with a powerful side kick nocking it off balance. She landed between the creature and Deadpool, crouched low to the ground her long tail swishing back and fourth.

She did not even look behind her at the man as she spoke. "Get out of here," she growled. "Leave this thing to me. I can handle it."

There was nothing else to say. She was strong enough to handle this thing, she just needed Deadpool to stay out of the way. The weretiger tighten her muscles ready for her next attack as the creature let out a screech and charge at her. It seem to now see her as the threat and completely ignored both Chris and Deadpool.
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Deadpool stood behind the tiger a woman with a bit of confusion. He just got tossed around by the creature and she thought she needed to protect him or his life? He didn't even really try to protect his life, and it was in trouble as often as the sun rose on the west. He never worried about it because he knew he couldn't die that easily. "Uhm... Noble gesture an all, especially considering that we don't even really know each other. But, I really don't have that much interest in running away. In fact, you could go so far as to say this thing could get me money if it's hide wasn't damaged by some tiger-woman that will probably brutally kill it." Deadpool twirled his dagger around a bit as he spoke, flipping it across his fingers, making his point a bit. He had ignored the scream of the creature, maneuvering himself in between the tiger woman and the beast. "So, if there was any way we could come to an agr--" there was a disgusting sound of blood and impaling, forcing Deadpool to look down and the pincer-shaped thing which pierced his stomach. "What the?" He turned his head as much as he naturally could before being lifted into the air and thrown through the night sky with a scream before he hit the ground. The creature was so dis-interested in him it just swept him away!

Deadpool rushed for his knife (which was conveniently located in his left hand) and rushed to jump on the back of the beast. “You ripped my costume!” He shouted as he clung onto its back and began to crawl for the head to stab it in the head. The first try bounced back, the creature had an exoskeleton which made it harder to kill it. That was just plain annoying. The second stab broke the exoskeleton, still annoying that it was taking so long. The third stab breached the head and hit the brain, this made the creature give one more screech before dropping and throwing Deadpool to the ground in front of it. “Ow.” He moaned once more as he did earlier before picking himself up and looking at the hole in his stomach. That’ll fix up in a bit. He thought as he hobbled over to the house. Maybe there would be a sewing kit to fix his costume some. He had one hidden in the nearby bandit camp he had gotten his sword from, but he wasn’t going to give up the night at the spooky house. “Okay, so that kill didn’t go so well. Maybe I’ll find a sword in here to actually stab the next one, and maybe an old stale cookie to plug my gut while it heals.” Although he did seem to be an idiot, Deadpool was a good assassin, that’s how he could afford the sword, but once again, he’s not that bright.
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Chris did as he was told when Fara´re wanted him to stay back, he had no objections to that at all. He followed the scene from his position in the back of the house...Fara´re was AWESOME! Her skills was great and Chris knew that he wanted to be able to do the things she could do. ´Then he could protect her to and not just her him. But then the weird guy jumped in the way and ruined everything...Chris frowned slightly...his eyes looked around the room he was in for a moment...for some reason they stopped at a small chest in a corner...her looked at it for a few seconds and then she slowly began to walk across the floor towards it...it was like he was drawn to it.

As the young weretiger arrived to the chest he sat down on his knees and slowly opened the chest...yes it was no locked...yes it sat hard but it was not locket. Because it had been closed so tightly there was no dust inside, or water or anything...there was only one thing inside...a stuffed puppy dog. He looked at it for a few seconds and then he reached inside and picked the object up. He examined it and it was a very cute toy, and for some reason it was familiar to Chris. He smiled slightly and then she stood up, it was then that he remembered the battle outside and quickly turned his gaze there....had he missed more fighting that Fara´re did?
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"No don't!" Fara're yelled as Deadpool ran into the fight again. She shook her head and muttered something that sounded like 'fool'.

She could not help but crinch when he got hit in the stomach. But he at least managed to kill the thing. He *must* have some god looking out for him. Otherwise how could someone like that still be alive?

She just rolled her eyes as he yelled something about his costume being ripped. "I think you need to be more worried about your ripped flesh," she said. "Here let me see that wound."

She hoped he was not fool enough to try and brush to wound off. It might need healing, and she could provide. Should he allow her, she would place her hand on his wound and use what magic she knew to close it.

She looked over her should to where she had told Chris to hid. "It is okay to come out now Chris!" she called.
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Deadpool rolled his eyes beneath his mask as the tiger-woman took it upon herself to try and heal such a non-problematic wound. Out of all the wounds in the world that Deadpool could get, being impaled through his spine was so far down on the list he didn't even think of it. The first one on the list would be having his head nearly sliced off, holding on by the thinnest of muscle tissues which connected him to his body. But since that had already happened and his muscle tissue gave him whiplash from how quickly it regenerated in came in second to having whiplash from rapidly regenerating muscle tissue and being dragged along the ground by a chocobo; painful, humiliating, and overly obnoxious: the ultimate in painful experiences, and it happened a year three months two days and seven hours ago. The memory still set itself in the mind of the Merc with a Mouth, and that mouth was what put him in that very awkward, embarrassing, and painful situation. And of course he didn't exactly learn any lesson from the experience.

“I think he may have seen something in there, he ducked away when I did that crazy stunt that you’re uselessly fixing. I mean, I’ve had a whole lot worse than simply being impaled. In fact, about a week ago I crashed through somebody’s home from about twenty yards in the air. Had a bunch of broken bones there, just walked it off. And then about well… whenever, before you got here, I stumbled down the old flight of stairs and broke a bunch of bones in my body; It was nasty, but kind of fun at the same time.” Deadpool said a bit giddily as he readjusted his head which he noticed was positioned rather awkwardly, most likely from getting tossed like a ragdoll moments before by whatever beast had attacked them.
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Chris did not move until Fara´re celled him, "Okey" he replied and slowly walked out to Fara´re and mister weird guy clling himself Deadpool. The boy was holding the stuffed dog under his arm and acted as if it was not there at all....he was just trying to make no one think about it. His eyes watched the dead beast and he made sure to stay behind Fara´re.....one could never know if the thing really was dead....Chris jumped a little when another bolt of lightning crossed the sky followed by the sound of thunder. Chris did not like thunder very much....neither did he like rain. It had a way to come in everywhere in his clothes...to the most uncomfortable places and it was irritating.

He looked at Deadpool and listened to the man as he was holding his little speeche about himself and the damaged he had gotten...this made Chris feel a little sick as he was thinking of it. He shivered slightly and shook his head for a few seconds....what was this guy? Who could ever think breaking bones was fun? That was just plain sick!
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