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Post by CHLEO LENORE BATEMAN on Apr 25, 2011 19:26:23 GMT -8
Woke today, another memory passes of you shades of gray from those three broken words  That unfold the truth but Things with Erick were...interesting. It was really the only word that came to Chleo's mind. They seemed mostly sexual, which she was okay with. It wasn't like she planned on being emotionally involved with anyone. Not after Wade.
"You need to stop thinking about him," she mumbled, pulling on a pair of stretchy short-shorts and a sports bra, "He's not coming back."
Chleo knew this was true. He wasn't coming back. Not ever. He was dead. Completely destroyed. But sometimes it felt like he might. She'd hear a knock on her door and some part of the old Chleo would perk up. She'd answer the door and always hid the disappointment quite well at not seeing his face smiling back at her.
"Stop it, Chleo," she growled, angrily drawing the towel quickly over her hair to dry it, "You need to stop it. He's never coming back. And you need to stop thinking he is. He's dead. Gone. Wade Wilson has left the building. Dead. Dead. Dead!"
She felt her nails rip into the towel, and her head, hard on the last rendition of dead. She threw the towel down, watching the blood climb up the side of the holes slowly and then stop. The ever familiar sensation of skin growing back climbed up the back of her head. With a loud sigh, she sat on the edge of her bed. Elbows resting on her knees and her face pressed into her palms. No matter how many times she said it. No matter how long it had been. Chleo for some reason couldn't believe that he was dead. Wade was tough. Strong. He'd dated her. So he should've been able to survive anything. But it turns out...that wasn't true. He had died. And he had left her alone to pick up the shattered pieces of herself.
"God fucking dammit Wade!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet and bolting to her desk. Angrily she pulled open drawers and slammed them closed. Pushed things around with no real sense of purpose. Eventually she seemed to have found her target. A picture. And old one. One from when she was actually happy. Wrapped around Wade. They were both asleep. Ari had taken it to bribe Chleo. At least Chleo thought that's why she took it, the real reason had been lost in time. But she was happy. Returning to her seat on the edge of the bed she stared at it. Intently. Losing herself in the memory.
"I know he's dead," she fell back on the bed, "But that doesn't mean I have to believe it."
I'll never forget those eyes, that beautiful smile.
I still remember the way you said "good-bye"
No matter how hard I try I can't forget about TAG: Erick and Wade WORDS: 435 OUTFIT: short-shorts and sportsbr NOTES: HERE you |
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Post by WADE WINSTON WILSON on May 10, 2011 22:11:06 GMT -8
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IF I ONLY COULD, MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD
and get him to swap our places
Fifteen years. That was enough time for an infant to turn into an acne riddled stuck up teenager. It was a long time, or at least it seemed like a long time to Wade. Being separated from Chleo was not easy. Especially since they had such little time together after getting together. Stryker made sure of that. She thought Wade was dead, hell he should be. No one should be able to get up and walk away after getting decapitated. But he did. He remembered that fight with the two feral brothers. When Logan cut his head off and ended his life. As cliche as it sounded it really was like being in a dream. Wade could see every move he made, every cut he inflicted on his former team mates. He hated it. Not being in control of his own body. Knowing that he would never get what he was promised. An operation was done but not what Wade wanted, he just wanted his cancer to go away. Instead he was turned into a killing machine on a leash with Stryker holding the end of it.
When Wade thought about it, it would have been nice to have all the powers that were given to him. Unfortunately that wasn't the case, his healing factor has kicked into overdrive that somehow sped up his cancer. The scared skin was spreading across his body, Wade knew that it was only a matter of time that it would cover his body completely. Swallowing the nerves Wade looked up at the mansion in front of him. After searching for a long time his contacts and the information he had picked up along the way lead Wade to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. Why Chleo was staying at a school was beyond Wade, she was never the type for busy places and lots of people. Although Wade was curious as to why she would be there his main concern was getting inside. A fancy mutant school was bound to have a high defense system and probably some mutants who knew he was there. Wade scanned the wall carefully searching for cameras that might be hidden. Seeing none in the area Wade scaled the wall with ease, he crouched on the top taking in the view of the grounds. There didn't appear to be any sensors or traps. Though he knew that he'd have to tread carefully, looks can be deceiving.
Wade carefully jumped down from the wall taking a second to make sure he didn't set anything off, last thing he needed was to be caught by a school. It would ruin his reputation as a mercenary. Making his way over to the building Wade steered clear of the open basketball court knowing that he'd get caught if he went through it. Reaching the building Wade looked at all the windows. "Oh fuck..." Wade let out an annoyed growl. "I never was told which room was hers...This might take a while."
Wade sighed knowing that the chance of him finding her room on the first time would be a one in a million chance. Might as well get started now. He just hoped that he didn't run into anyone who would cause him problems. Wade gripped the ivy and began to climb up the side of the building. He put on gloves before hand not that he really needed them to protect his skin from the ivy, his healing factor would have eliminated the rash. Just avoiding injury before it happened was usually a smart thing to do. Wade shimmied onto the balcony to his left making sure not to make a noise. The lights in this room were out, Chleo would be up Wade knew that so he didn't bother to take a look inside the room. Wade crept silently across the balcony and swiftly hopped over to the other one. The lights were on in this room. Making his way to the glass door Wade pressed himself against the wall listening for any movement inside.
"God fucking dammit Wade!" Wades breath caught in his throat. He knew that voice anywhere even if it was muffled. He could hear her slamming drawers and things crashing around. Wade sneaked a peek inside through the cracks in the curtains. She was sitting on the edge of her bed gripping a photograph. Wade was surprised that Chleo hadn't noticed that he was there having that great nose and all. "I know he's dead," Wade watched her fall back on the bed, "But that doesn't mean I have to believe it." Wade sighed unsure of how to approach the situation. Could he just walk in there and hope for the best, or just walk away. Maybe she'd be better off without him. Then again he wouldn't know how she was doing until he spoke to her. Wade bit his lip and tried the handle to see if the door was unlocked. It wasn't. "Shit. Wade paused for a moment before knocking on the glass. |
[/color][/size][/div][/center] BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD, BE RUNNING UP THAT HILL, BE RUNNING UP THAT BUILDING
if i only could, oh... WORDS/ 839 TAGS/ Chleo/Erick NOTES/ Sorry it took a while
LYRICS/ Placebo - Running up that hill OUTFIT/ His red top one [/color][/div][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by CHLEO LENORE BATEMAN on May 12, 2011 10:38:57 GMT -8
Woke today, another memory passes of you shades of gray from those three broken words That unfold the truth but
The kncok shocked Chleo out of her reverie. Of Wade. Of their short lives together before it was so quickly ripped away from her. In a hearbeat. Chleo knew one day she was going to kill Stryker for all the pain he'd caused. But those thoughts weren't in her brain now. No. What filled it was that sharp knock on the door and the familiar scent filling her nostrils. That smell that had filled her dreams and nightmares for fifteen years. The one she'd found comfort in. A mix of death and body wash, with a light musk that was only...
"Wade!" she yelled loudly, climbing to her feet in an instant and running over to the door.
It was only when she reached it that her wonderment kicked in. Was this another dream? Her brain pulling a cruel trick on her like it had done so often before. Could he really be here after all this time? There's only one way to find out. Letting her slender fingers turn the lock slowly, she rupped open the door.
And there he stood. In all his beautiful glory. Looking the same as the day she'd left him. The same sandy hair. The same laughing eyes. All the same. It was Wade. He had to be real. He just had to be.
"Oh god Wade! Wade it's you," Chleo exclaimed, wrapping her pale arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder, making sure to hug him as tightly as possible to herself, "This is real. You're really here."
[/b] Chleo had never expected tears to fall. But they were doing so in a torrent. She was crying. Sobbing. Telling him how much she missed him. How a day didn't go by where she didn't think of him. That she was so sorry for believeing that he was dead. That she still loved him. She didn't know if he understood any of it through her tears. But she couldn't stop the words from pouring out of her. He was really here. This was Wade. She wasn't asleep or daydreaming. He was hard and warm, he smelled the same. And he still light her skin on fire. All thoughts of Erick had been thrown to the wind after having seen Wade's face. There was no Erick. Somewhere deep down Chleo knew that if Wade had ever come back, a feat she hadn't found likely at the time, she would drop Erick like a rock. Because she loved Wade. There had always only been Wade. Even when she tried to convince herself that there wasn't. Fifteen years had done nothing to quell her emotions for him. Turning down advances until she just broke down. She couldn't live forever alone. It might have been her animal instint to walk life alone but it was her human instinct to live with someone. If even only for a moment. But Wade was back. And he was here. And now she didn't need Erick. She only needed Wade. "I'm sorry,"[/b] she laughed, pulling away from him with a sniffle, "The tears must be so attractive. It's just...it's been a while. And I missed you so much Wade. And now you're here. And I can't stop crying,"[/b] she pushed his shoulder lightly with a plaful laugh, "I never used to be like this until you. Making me all girly and shit."[/b] Maybe Chleo was trying to bring back some semblance of normality. Or maybe it was to pretend like the past fifteen years of absence had only been a bad dream. But it seemed weird. They were going to have to talk. About what had happened to him. About Erick. About who he was now and who she was now. Fifteen years might've been a blink of an eye for Chleo but a lot can still happen in a blink. She had changed and no doubt he had. In someoways. No doubt he still had quite a mouth on him, this was Wade after all. But she wasn't Weapon X anymore. She was an X-Men. She was helping kids like her. People who need support and a place to go. She was training them now. Chleo was a good guy now, no matter how many murders haunted her past. [/div] I'll never forget those eyes, that beautiful smile.
I still remember the way you said "good-bye"
No matter how hard I try I can't forget about TAG: Erick and Wade WORDS: 712 OUTFIT: short-shorts and sportsbr NOTES: HERE you [/center] [/quote] |
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