CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:
THE RESCUE ATTEMPT
THAT GOES HORRIBLY WRONG

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THE NO TORTURE THING DIDN'T LAST LONG.

It wasn't Winter or Snow that tortured her, but Winter was the one to take her from the cell to the room she was strapped into.

Torture was...fucking awful.

It sucked, actually.

(I can attest that it does in fact suck and is fucking awful and I wish I could kill these fuckers again for touching my baby.)

Slipping in and out of consciousness, Ketti's voice had gone hoarse from screaming. Her eyes caught Winter's for the duration of her torture, and she swore she saw a flicker of something there, but his face was impassive.

It wasn't so much her body that was being tortured, so much as her mind. Visions swarmed through her mind, tearing through strings of memories and confusing her thoughts with fears.

A man in a dark mask and a robe was her captor, placing a breathing mask over her nose and mouth and sending her spinning.

Visions of her rescue played over and over again, but each time her loved ones all perished and she clung to the hope that they'd never come at all.

Just so she wouldn't have to watch them die.

(Never, baby, we'll never leave you.)

No one spoke to her, except for the man in the gas mask, who cooed over her as she woke, almost soft in his touches, but she knew he wasn't kind or gentle. He was reverent in his experimentation, his disfigurement of her mind.

Unlike Winter, who watched with a stony expression — and Snow, who she hadn't seen since the cell — he seemed to relish in her pain.

(And I'll relish in dissecting his intestines and cutting him into tiny little pieces to spend the rest of eternity as small scattered fragments of existence like the dick he so clearly wishes he had.)

In the back of her mind, Ketti knew her boys would save her. She only hoped there'd be enough of her to save when they did.

—

"WHERE THE FUCK IS KETTI?"

"You don't have to kill the guy, Wade—"

"—Peter if you don't shut the fuck up, I'll make you. My girlfriend's been missing for nine days, seven hours, and thirty-one minutes. You can bet the fucking sack of pearls you call a nutsack that I will kill anyone to find her."

"Logan, can you—" Peter cut himself off with a sigh, watching Wolverine decimate two guards with a swing of his arms. "Never mind. This doesn't have to be a murder spree, you know."

"Fuck off spider," Wolverine growled. "If you wanna play nice with sick fucks like this, be my guest, but we have shit to do."

"God, you guys are fast," Laura came running up, Daredevil at her side. "Anyone seen Frank?"

"Oh, that is so typical!" Deadpool exclaimed, kicking a wall. "Frank fucking Castle plotting a fucking rescue mission to save our girl, we'll fuck off Frank!" He shouted. "She's gonna be saved by—"

"—Shut the fuck up."

"Oh, hi, Frank."

Frank brushed past the pair, pulling his skull mask over his face, ignoring the others as he headed down a room. Johnny glanced back at them before quickly following Frank.

(My two least favorite fuckers teaming up, I shouldn't be surprised. Dumb and Dumber stay together after all.)

"Fine, we'll split up!" Deadpool shouted after them. "That was my idea, you just didn't stay long enough to listen!" He grabbed Logan's arm. "Peanut, with me. Red squad, together. Laura...go find your mommy."

"Fuck off, Wade."

"Oh, wash that mouth out girl, you—"

"Easy, bub," Logan snapped lightly, masked covered eyes flickering to Deadpool's. "I know you're angry. Let it simmer and take it out on the fucking problems."

"Ooh, yes daddy."

—

"Get up."

Dazedly, Ketti blinked herself awake, trying to remember how her lungs worked. With oxygen, right?

"Get up."

Something sharp on her face. Her skin felt like pins and needles, hard to move or think of. She couldn't see much, focusing on the air in front of her. She could swear she could see the air particles whirling around her.

(Baby, I can't tell if you're high or dying and it's freaking me out.)

"Get up."

Ketti's eyes found blue ones, a confused pull at her brows. "What...?" She managed, voice hoarse from screaming.

"Good," the voice breathed out. It was familiar somehow. "Come on, stand up."

She felt pressure on her back and the world shifted horizontally, but then immediately she was faced with nothing but concrete.

"Okay, we'll be carrying you." The voice muttered. "Winter, get over here."

"Snow, there's people outside—"

"—She's gonna die, dude—"

"—It's not our place to care, Snow—"

"—You know damn well that's not true and if she dies then—"

"—Dammit, Sydney." The male voice snapped. Something cold and strong touched her and she was lifted off the ground. "Just breathe." The voice murmured softly to Ketti. "It'll be over soon."

—

Logan didn't know how he knew she'd died.

If someone asked, he'd tell them to fuck off. But he also knew there wasn't a logical explanation. The only feeling that could be compared was watching Wade nearly die trying to stop Cassandra Nova.

His knees buckled and a shot of pain seared right into his chest, something hollow and empty and painful.

"Ketti," he whispered, looking around in a newfound purpose. He watched Wade kicking the ass of some tall fucking pale dude in a black suit — (no because I looked completely badass destroying this fucker and no one even watched) — and spotted Laura jumping in to help him.

His mind told him to jump in, to join the fight. But something tugged at him, led him down a hall. He had to find Ketti.

Had to find Ketti.

Had to find...

Taking a breath, he realized it a second too late.

Toxins in the air. But he hadn't a clue what they were filled with.

—

Dying was strange for Ketti.

She didn't think it would happen so soon. She always pictured growing old or dying in a plane crash — or some other fucking dramatic way (because Ketti's our baby and that means she's nothing if not dramatic) — but she never pictured this.

It was beautiful. Large golden cathedrals and she a long marble pathway. Endless and vast. Clouds of puffy white and a sun that didn't hurt to look at. Trees of the greenest green and a warmth in her chest she hadn't felt before. A comfort, a belonging she'd never quite had.

(I can't fucking read this. I need to kiss Ketti now.)

Ketti took a step forward, intending to explore, but stopped as a person appeared before her.

"Not yet, love."

Ketti blinked, a frown on her face when she made eye contact with a woman. Long brown curls cascaded down her back, a wise look in her eyes, a golden crown on her head, heart-shaped face framed by effortless grace.

"What do you mean?" Kett asked in confusion. "I — I did, didn't I? Where am I?"

"Valhalla," the woman replied. "You'll come one day. But you have a long, long time, my dear. I'm glad to see my son received my messages."

"Your son?" Ketti asked in confusion, eyes widening when the woman closed the distance between them and cupped her face.

"Be strong, my chosen. You've so much to give."

—

"Put her down before a bullet lands between your eyes."

Frank.

Ketti knew that voice. Ketti loved that voice — though a piece of her was disappointed (as she should be, there's only two men she should love the voices of) that it wasn't her boyfriends.

"Dude, don't test me," Snow rolled her eyes, holding her hands up. "I'm trying to help her."

"Kidnapping how you do that? Fuck's wrong with her?" He glanced down at her. "Ketti, can you hear me?" He asked, his voice marginally softer.

(Gross, fucking gag me.)

"Wade?" Ketti found herself asking, knowing he wasn't there. Knowing it was Frank. But what if he was hurt? "Logan?"

"They're fine," Frank supplied, then nodded for Snow to stand. "Where's your super soldier?"

"Technically, I'm a super soldier."

"You?" Frank asked dubiously. "You expect me to believe that?"

"You wanna find out?"

Frank didn't hesitate and popped her in the skull, walking over to Ketti. He kneeled down to assess her damages but was flung back by something stronger.

"Surprise, motherfucker."

—

"Fuck is this guy?" Deadpool panted, leaning back against the wall next to Wolverine. "Who the fuck has a mask like that?"

"It's gas," Daredevil spoke up, his voice shaky. "Don't get too close."

"I can handle some gas."

"You do not want to know where my mind just went," Wade snorted. "Peanut, you gotta be careful about what comes out of your mouth, it could be taken as an innuendo."

"Gross," Daredevil muttered. "Fuck, kid's getting it." He added, then rushed back into the fight, helping Spider-Man.

"What if she's dead?" Logan asked softly, glancing to Wade. "What if Kerri's dead."

His mask hid his eyes, but Logan knew him well enough for it to be conveyed over.

"Then we will fucking find any gods or Death or whoever the fuck else, and bring her back. She's not dying. Got it?"

Logan nodded once, pressed a kiss to Deadpool's masked head and then pushed his claws out, heading straight for Typhoid Mary.

"Aw, the wolf's come to play!" She cooed, tapping the floor and a line of fire went straight him. "Too bad mommy doesn't like wolves."

"What the fuck is this kinky shit?" Deadpool called, dodging a punch from Tombstone, who just wouldn't fucking die.

"Now you know how everyone else feels when you talk," Spider-Man piped up, slinging a barrel towards the gas-masked-man's face.

"Repost," Laura quipped, slicing the Typhoid Mary's heel. She cried out in pain and sent Laura flying back, slamming her against the wall.

Wolverine let out an angry roar and leapt towards her, slicing Mary across the face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, he's got a bomb!" Deadpool shouted, shoving Peter behind him to avoid him taking a blast.

"Nighty-night," the gas-masked man spoke and tossed it between them all.

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i lied it's not a rescue yet idk just wanted to update i'm going through it lol