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DeadpoolUltra by BatRou-Dawg
Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Drama & Humor, Words: 70k+, Favs: 24, Follows: 27, Published: May 2, 2023 Updated: May 3, 2023
1Chapter 6
It was the rumbling and the flash of light that gave me time to react.
What I wasn't ready for was Rocky 2nd Trigger. I had forgotten that pain is what empowered me and I had know pain today. Truly. Intimately.
All I was trying to was to quickly get up and jump over the table, parkour style and push Panacea out of the way.
What happened was that the act of me getting up in a panic launched me from my chair, my knees catching the table as it flipped upwards (SOMEHOW missing Panacea entirely!), rising with my momentum.
The table then shattered upon impact as it hit me and I landed on the ither side of the cafeteria. I had leapt over sixty feet (it was a BIG cafeteria) and landed on the other side of a crowd of civilians and reporters with cameras.
That's when I saw it.
Through the glass windows of the building was something out of a nightmare.
A wall of drills and serrated blades twisting and grinding. Made from scrap-metal and what MUST have been once parts of dozens of cars.
Rushing at the building.
Namesake don't fail me now!
I turned around, cupping my hands as if I was swimming freestyle and swung. My hands slammed against air as they smashed through (not breaking sound barrier, obviously) but sending out a terrific air-force.
The air force sent people flying (thankfully not too hard) as dozens of people broke each other's falls.
And that's all the reaction time I had for as the wall of drills burst through the building's concrete and glass.
I grit my teeth as twisting, screaming metal and debris began grinding into my flesh and body, tearing up large chunks of the back of my suit.
Fuck! It just kept grinding, tearing, and trying to eat away my flesh!
Then I saw.
Everyone had been moved out of the way.
Everyone but Panacea.
Fuck!
"Gah!" I DUG my feet into the ground, desperately begging all the laws in physics to slow the fuck down!
Two Entropy Shards imploded and became a twisting maelstrom of force.
I bent then straightened my legs with Vector Push.
The foundational concepts of physics itself screamed.
The wall of noise and steel screeched to a halt as my body came to a halt just mere inches from Panacea's face (she had enough time to turn around, but not run?!)
I just... Really... felt awkward that her face was at groin level. She seemed to be staring up in frozen panic, however, meeting my eyes (Fuck thus is this ks awkward. Bad thoughgs, bad thoughts.), not noticing the whole being face at groin level situation.
"Are you ok?"
She blinked.
Then shouted, "Am I okay?! Are you okay?!"
I gave a weak chuckle.
"I'll be fine. After all... there is no need to fear." I loosened my back and arm muscles, hunching over slightly.
"New Jersey..." then... I flexed , "Smash!" Because of course the Flex Smash is New Jersey.
I tightened all of the muscles in my body and enhanced the resulting outgoing force with Vector Push.
And the wall of drills and death was flung backwards. Now that I could turn to see it, I was horrified (and geeking out) that the mass of terrifying scrap was attached to the front of the biggest truck (was it even a truck at this point or a mechanical whale on wheels?) I had seen in my life.
I turned my neck, the bones cracking therapeutically. Left. Right.
"For I. Am. Here."
I cleaned myself with Pocket Room (just the blood and... well. There wasn't that much blood? Did Rocky toughen my skin too?! Why the shit did it hurt so damn much when it barely broke skin?) and I could feel now that multiple large tears and holes had been made in my suit (some sort of normally thick, but breathable, heavy wear resistant cloth, certainly NOT bulletproof) there was one hole that revealed most of my back (and then I was concerned about photography because I look like a walking DBZ character) the outside of my lower left thigh, the knee and calves of my right leg, most of my right arm below the shoulder, and some minor tears in my left arm.
Thank god my suit's ass was intact. Revealing more of my Pocket Room usage was supposed to be for the Deadpool persona.
"Well... It was nice meeting you, Miss Panacea. But it seems I have a villain to catch. Next time then, yes?"
"Huh?! Oh! Uh... yeah... next time..."
I'm just going to pretend I don't see how red her face is slowly becoming, turn and leap (WITH CONTROL this time, I'm not trying to hit Panacea with a fucking shockwave!).
The truck was upturned outside, but there were some odd hydraulic arm-like appendages that was re-righting itself on it's tires like some GTA V mechanic.
I landed upright, only bending my knees a little. The pavement crackled, but I didn't see any REAL damage, so I assumed it was alright. I had completely forgotten about Rocky when I was healing people. Surgery simply TRANSFERRED injuries. In doing so it bypassed all resistances. Somehow, it made the user feel all the pain and experiences that the original victim did. Luckily my pain tolerance which had become something else after gaining my powers...
I was thinking about figuring out a method of suicidal self harm for Rocky ramping but... I supposed this worked.
"I'm gonna Fucking kill you All Might!" a high pitched manic voice played from some loudspeaker device on top of the truck that looked like it was made from fucking TRAFFIC CONES. What the actual-
Tires squealed and PLUMES of blue flame burst out of a large number of exhaust pipes as the Tinker Drill Truck launched at me with extreme force. This wasn't a truck. This was a fucking rocket.
"Texas smash!" I cocked my fist back... and released a near full powered straight punch.
The wall of scrap drills and other point bits SHATTERED into hundreds of pieces and the truck flipped backwards in the air, once, twice, and landing on its tires a ways back. The whole vehicle shuddered at the impact as the tires popped off, the airbags deployed, and a squeal of pain and dissatisfaction split the silence.
I began walking at the now defunct Tinker-Truck.
There was cursing and terrible insinuations against my mother as I approached.
Now I wish I could say that I caught her and that was the end of that.
Because a chunk of the truck opened up and a large portion of it broke away and shifted into a different form like some sort of Gundam core fighter, or that motorcycle that burst out of the Bat-mobile in one of the Nolan films.
Now THAT actually surprised me as it popped a rocket out of the trunk and began rocketing the fuck away.
Did she... did she just get me with a lizard's tail?!
What the fuck?!
No! No you don't get to just run the fuck away like this! get back here bitch!
I leapt after the escape buggy, intent on catching who could only be Squealer.
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Topic: There's A New Hope in Brockton Bay. Also HOLY CRAP YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!
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Chalice8081
We're putting together a piece now at Brockton Bay News Network, but it isn't going fast enough. Too many people want to censor and manipulate this for their own means. I work at Brockton Bay News Network and although I never thought in my life that I'd ever become one, but I am now a mole. Because people NEED to see this. Because the world needs HOPE... and today, maybe, just maybe. Hope has arrived.
This isn't me trying to start a hype train. I won't ask you to do anything except form your opinion on this with your own eyes.
The cape in question is named All Might. I have a link HERE that links to a thread that that talks about his first appearance as well as him fighting off a bunch of Merchant thugs at the Docks. (Just gotta note: NO CIVILIAN CASUALTIES)
Then HERE is a link of him (In proper uniform and DAMN me if that isn't a good suit) HEALING all the people that were at the Good Samaritan of Brockton Bay today. (It's a long clip. Dude helped over a hundred people on video alone... and LOOK at how his healing works. That's just... a HUNDRED MAN. And BIG WARNING. It's a bit censored, but it's NOT for the faint of heart.)
And lastly?
This is the piece du resistance. HERE is what convinced me to make this post. I might get found out. I might get fired. But I'll sleep happy in bed tonight knowing WHAT I DID was the RIGHT thing to do.
I also kind of had to slow down what happened at the beginning that just looks like a GIANT BLUE BLUR and FLYING BODIES. Real time, then 1/8th speed (you'll thank me, trust me) and then everything that happened afterwards (I really wish I knew what happens AFTER they both leave the scene, but I ain't a cape)
I can still hear it when I close my eyes...
"For I am here."
DOXY-CLEAN
Well... I hate to say it, but looks like you have an Endbringer in Brockton Bay. It's just that this one's nice. Because that is not a human.
If that's a human, then I'll eat my shoes.
ThatEMP (Veteran Poster)
I'm just gonna sit here on this couch. I'ma stop hitting the gym.
No way on earth I'll be able to perform a New Jersey Smash. What's the point of going to the gym if YOU CAN'T DO THE JERSEY SMASH?!
I gotta contemplate life now. And find a new hobby. (You know what the sad truth is? I'm a personal trainer)
Honorable (PHO Moderator)
Just barely convinced Tin Mother to keep this up on the site. You may not be the only one out of a job tonight Chalice8081
LikeMyNameRomaine
Back. Threw up twice five minutes into the second video. Damn. Just damn. How could he even heal people if THAT's what it does to him. I'm joining the Endbringer theory. Jesus Christ. That's just not possible.
Homebound
Look, all I need to know is if this man is opening up a dojo. I shall pass down the Texas Smash and New Jersey Smash to my children like a family heirloom. The hidden techniques of their ancestry.
But for real I think that he might not be a blaster... I think that ACTUALLY might have been PURE PHYSICAL FORCE.
If he was a Blaster, the New Jersey Smash wouldn't have worked like that. (Well... maybe? Not likely without damaging that suit more though)
If he was a Striker, the Texas Smash wouldn't have been able to FLIP A FUCKING MEGA TRUCK TWICE IN THE AIR.
His Brute rating must be over 9000.
Honorable (PHO Moderator)
Remember, you're not supposed to speculate on powers outside of the proper threads. Tin Mother's breathing over my shoulder here. Help me out guys.
GOKEN
More than hope, this might be the birth of the most 'MERICAN martial arts known to man! Read the following in a southern accent.
WELCOME TO THE SCHOOL OF AMERICAN SMASH-FU! Created by our lord and savior ALL MIGHT.
Today, children, you learn the Texas Smash, the most important yet simplest of SMASH.
Then you will all train to gain ALL MIGHT physique with the New Jersey Smash!
If you are 'Merican and strong, one day you may learn the PINNACLE of 'Merican SMASH-FU!
THE UNITED STATES OF SMASH (Please All_Might PLEASE tell me there's a UNITED STATES OF SMASH)
Chay-Chay
Can we not make light of the fact that the United States now has a healer that can HEAL PEOPLE INSTANTLY?!
Also I'm sure that the guy naming his attacks (Smashes?) after American States DEFINITELY has a United States of Smash. Or at least has one planned. (If I can see that I'll die happy)
Qade Qilson (Wiki Warrior)
Hey I've ALWAYS wanted to join a ridiculous conspiracy nobody could ACTUALLY possibly believe in! Is the All Might is an Endbringer Cult taking any membership applications?
Crickey, what you REALLY have to wonder is what kind of thing TRIGGERS a cape in a way that makes them TAKE injuries from people and BRING IT DOWN UPON THEMSELVES. I mean look at video three, the guy pretty much didn't even bleed, but I've fast forwarded enough of video 2 to know that the dude BLED for EVERY SINGLE PERSON that he healed. He probably doesn't even FEEL pain normally, but he pretty much TORTURED himself over A HUNDRED TIMES healing people.
If that isn't a goddamned HERO nobody is. Do you understand? Cut out that tinfoil hat Endbringer shit.
This is the first time in ten YEARS I've felt that humanity has a fucking chance.
Demi-Chan
We have seen the ubermensch. And he is asian. (The skin tone and eye shape is a dead giveaway)
Suck on THAT E88 Nazi scum!
Also his eyes make me breathless. Mmmm. And that ass!
Gizmo (Not a Tinker)
Ok, let's not swoon over... huh. That's ass enough to almost me go gay.
Jokes aside, Brockton Bay's tourism rates are about to SKYROCKET.
I mean. Even PANACEA can't heal brain injuries. But All Might CAN. And he's stacked.
Some people get all the luck. (Although I DO NOT envy whatever caused him to trigger)
WhiteThunderKing (Temp-Banned)
[This message has been deleted due to: Profanity, Blatant Racism, and Promises of Persona Harm]
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PadawanD
That feel when you were the one to post the first video XD
GO ALL MIGHT! Dockworker's Union is cheering for you bud!
Glory_Girl (Verified Cape) (New Wave)
Hey All_Might once you see this, let me buy you a drink for saving my baby sis. Thank you.
Two drinks for also helping lighten her work load today. She's been overworked lately.
TheOutsider
HOLY SHIT GLORY GIRL WAS HERE!
One thing Vector Push was good for was letting me just essentially get the 2nd Trigger version of Jump without outright buying it as I "NEW HAMPSHIRE SMASH"ed my way across the city, sending windows rattling everywhere.
It's fucking hard to aim that thing man. I almost hit three buildings.
But there were a few problems with my current situation.
Firstly, we were in an abandoned derelict neighborhood on the outskirts of town.
Secondly, Squealer had just crashed her rocket buggy.
I tore her from the wreckage and choked down some vomit.
She had almost died from the impact. That and it was obvious to me that she was overdosing on SOMETHING because she kept muttering incoherently and laughing as she cried. Her chapped lips spit blood in all directions as they split open and SHE WAS DYING IN MY ARMS.
Then I heard the only words that I could understand.
And I could no longer sit there and do nothing.
"...lord... please save me..."
I didn't know what would happen to me if I took on her wounds and years of damage from drugs.
Hell I HATED cigarette smoke, but there was a part of me that REALLY wanted (fucking NEEDED) a cig because of all of the people that HAD an addiction to cigarettes that I healed today, not to mention all the other drugs that I buried in the back of my mind. Thank god that as far as I could tell it wasn't a biological need, but a mental one. Like something should have been around, but I didn't yearn for anything specific.
I could fight those.
Still I didn't want All Might to be suddenly be suffering and itching from whatever crazy shit that Squealer NEEDED to be hopped op on.
I quickly pulled out the Secret Base Remote from the Pocket Room.
We were about forty meters from a secret exit/entrance and I could easily make that in a single bound.
A secret base with a cage full of mice that I had bought at the pet store.
"...FUCK IT." I growled as I pulled with Surgery and stored her injuries in the cache.
Then I picked up the fainted Squealer and in seconds was nowhere to be found. PRT showed up to an empty crashed rocket buggy twenty minutes later.
In minutes I was flushing down the SHREDDED remains of a little brown mouse down the tinker toilet in my bathroom. The manual stated that it was ok to flush down anything under a certain size that I didn't want to lose. It would be fired directly into the sewage apparently, so no clog, no foul.
The problem was the unconscious and mostly naked Squealer that was covered up by a bunch of sheets on my bed.
No I didn't do anything sexual! You try having the barely living remains of a woman suddenly regain her whole body and expect that shit to be properly covered!
She was still unconscious. And was in my secret base.
"Why the fuck did I bring her here?!"
I hated it when I panicked. I improv well for acting. NOT for what seems like a life or death situation!
What the hell do I do with her?!
What the fuck d'ya mean? Squealer could do a lot of good with the right guidance.
Of course! She's a TINKER. She's half of what KEEPS the Merchants as anything resembling a real force! They're a bunch of druggies but druggies with TINKERTECH TRUCK TANKS when push come to shove. And... and... if her Tinker powers were used for the city... if we used her powers to HELP people...
I stared at the unconscious blonde woman.
Armored public transport with scanners to PREVENT BAKUDA BOMBS on busy bus lines AS WELL AS other terrorist plots... More efficient and FASTER PRT vehicles for prompter response times... the Deadpool-mobile!
I froze.
Where the fuck did that come from?
"No... she... now that she's not all drugged up, she could do a lot of good... but if I just let her free... she might have to go back to the Merchants or go to jail to survive." I looked up at the unconscious woman... I don't know her story, but most fanfics suggested she might have been a victim of circumstance. "There's nobody that would protect you. Nobody willing to give you a second chance, even though you might just have been a poor girl in a poor situation taken advantage of by scumbags like Skidmark that wouldn't care if this whole city became a drug-filled hellhole..."
I swallowed.
I shouldn't do this.
But you must.
It's slavery.
No, it's LOYALTY. It states SPECIFICALLY that they retain free will.
I can't.
It's not right
Do it you pushy ass bitch!, if you wanna bring change so much the. stop getting hung up over petty morals!
There's too much out there we need to save and we are just one man! Do you fucking understand?!
We need power in numbers as well as power of self!
So fucking believe it on some dumb Naruto bullshit and put your big boy pants on and just Do it motherfucker!
Shut up!
Save this city! That's what you and I both fucking want!
"Fuck!"
As the last Entropy fragment from Squealer's flame formed, five Entropy Fragments imploded and none remained.
They merged.
Then exploded into a galaxy of hypnotic stars.
Begging. Screaming.
Intoxicated with a need for purpose.
Squealer's eyes were gently pulled open.
And her world was forever changed.
POV: Sherrel Bailey (AKA Squealer)
It was like the best night of sleep I had ever had in my life.
I relished in it. I didn't crave the needle. I didn't need the pills. Didn't need the weed or the crack...
Was I... dead?
If I was, there were worse ways to go than dying because I fought a mini human Endbringer with the most gorgeous eyes that I had ever seen...
Huh. Funny. I was so... mad when Skidmark got jailed. Even worse when he sent an order down the line to force some of his henchmen to force unrefined meth into me until I nearly overdosed. I had wanted All Might dead... even though it really wasn't his fault at all.
Skidmark 'had his reasons' for drugging me up to my gills though. I did my best tinkering work on the brink of overdose, he always said. God... I wish I had never met the man... and oddly now I felt nothing for him. I guess when you're dead you don't need shitty boyfriends that drugged you up to get you tight or because he needed another meth-van or armored truck or getaway car.
And I was happy. Because my body felt like it had never been before. Like I was before my drug habits started. Before my parents succumbed to drug abuse. Before they forced that lifestyle upon me. Before the beatings before I triggered. Because all I wanted was to run away as fast as I could. To rub it in my stepdaddy's face when I took his prized muscle car and just floored it out and make it out of this shitty town.
Before they realized now. Now that I had been broken I had value. And they sold me off to Skidmark for a month's supply of cocaine.
But it was all ok now. I was dead. Squealer was dead.
And Sherrel Bailey was free.
I smiled. I had made my peace. I was ready to gaze into the depths of hell.
Thank you, lord... for letting me have this moment of peace and contemplation before I burned.
And so I opened my eyes...
...and knew that I was alive.
"...that's impossible."
"Nothing is impossible."
The moment I heard that voice a shock shook my whole body. I sat up slowly, not minding the sheets, not minding my clothes, not minding my shame... the man sitting at the base of the bed in front of me was simply meeting my eyes.
With his own that were filled with endless stars.
That's right.
I had seen reports from the grunts that All Might was healing at the hospital. And how he healed others was... had he done that?
For me?...
"Why..."
I couldn't spit out the rest of the sentence. I didn't deserve it. I had become a monster. A creature that fed on the pain of others and like a parasite needed a man like SKIDMARK to survive... because I was weak and useless...
"Because." he spoke, stupid suit still torn up, his eyes filled with something sad that I couldn't understand, as if he saw more than I ever could, beyond what I could comprehend, "You asked to be saved."
...
That's all? That was it? Because I wished for...
Had that simply been all that it took?
I reached out. Shakily. Unsure. Hating myself.
I grabbed his tattered suit as I leaned forwards, buried my head in his shoulders...
And I cried.
Because I was alive. Because I was healed. Because I had hope.
Because I had purpose again.
And the man that had saved me was muttering apologies in my ears for reasons that I couldn't understand. He had nothing to apologize for because HE SAVED ME.
And I swore that this man... this hero... would have my loyalty and my life until the day that I, Sherrel Bailey, died.
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