Who: Deadpool. What: Much less than fun things abound when Warren gets back home. Where: Hamartia. When: Backdated to Monday. Warnings: It’s Deadpool. He comes with his own warning label.
Struggling to make his way up the stairs, Warren in his now regular street clothes was dirty, injured yet greatly satisfied with the events of the weekend. Between the stabbing and PTSD attacks, it had been so long since he had such an exciting weekend. When else could he play ‘turn people into Swiss cheese’ and not have the police come after him for it? Well, not as far as he knew. The other him was less than enthused and spent the weekend yelling at him but eh, what did he know about having fun?
Besides the fact shooting and getting attacked isn't it? “Shut it, not the point and you know it,” he grumbled, sidestepping around some bits of broken glass and forcing his way back into 201.
As he expected, his already indecent craphole turned into a bigger whirlwind of a mess. The ugly zombie like nuts clearly came through his window and decided to play prison guard all over his stuff, including breaking his bed, smashing the mirrors and leaving dirty footprints everywhere. Gingerly he picked his way through his stuff, tossing over his shoulder anything broken and damaged beyond repair. Scattered near what remained of a card table was the mail he had been ignoring for the past couple of weeks. It was usually all bills anyways, as interesting to read as spam email. He planned on 'deleting' them right into the trash bins outside when one caught his eye.
It was smaller than the others, squarish and personally addressed to him. Normally he would go through his usual methods of ensuring that no one had found him out and sent him a poison laden thank you gift but after hesitantly sniffing the edge Warren deemed it safe enough to open.
Sir Ma'am,
I wanted to do this in person but we've both been busy so this will have to do. My allergies have been getting worse so I'm changing schools. It really sucks but that's how life rolls I guess. Let's still be internet biffles though! You can catch me at [email address]. Let's not lose touch okay?
Miss JP.
Stuffed in with the envelope was a tiny plastic figurine of a unicorn.
It took a few moments for Warren to realize his hands were shaking, accidentally crushing the letter in his hands.
No no no this didn't make sense, she wouldn't leave, she couldn't leave! Get a grip. "Right, right. This is probably some cruel joke. I'm going to check out her place." No that's not what I meant--
But Warren wasn't listening. He needed to see the proof for himself.
Ignoring his wounds which were demanding he stop, he made his way through the partially destroyed building to JP's apartment. He would have knocked, but the door was already ripped off its hinges. Worried she might be in danger, he ran in.
Everything was a mess of course. The creatures did a splendid job of ripping everything to pieces. "JP?" He called out. Stop yelling, no one can hear you. "Jackie?" he tried again, ignoring his stupid other self because what did he know? It was as he was searching around her apartment that he couldn't ignore the signs: despite the damage everywhere, it was what wasn't there he noticed. No posters. No broken dishes. No furniture.
No one living here.
No no no wrong wrong this had to be wrong it just had to be wrong. He clutched the side of his head with his hands, trying to block out the feeling of the room spinning in time with his rapidly increasing beats of his heart. It just had to be wrong because she wasn't supposed to leave how dare she leave he couldn't believe she would do this to him didn't she realize he cared--STOP. SIT DOWN.
Warren's legs gave out in his blind panic and he pulled himself against one of the damaged walls. The wood and plaster scratched, but he didn't care.
"She left." Yeah, she did. "But she wasn't supposed to." She did anyways. "But I liked her." So what? You liked your mom, she left for the nuthouse. You liked that girl Jennie, she went kersplat under that car, You liked that kid Gary and he took a bomb to the face- "Shut up shut up shut up what's your point?!" EVERYBODY LEAVES YOU WARREN. One way or another they all leave. Except me. "Except you."
Something inside him snapped. First there was a snort. Then something bubbled in his throat, forcing itself out as a hiccuping laugh. He couldn't stop laughing. His sides hurt and tears were leaking out of the corners of his eyes. Suddenly everything was so damn funny and he couldn't make it stop, everything was hilarious and it just spun in a roller coaster round and round his head, until he laughed and it started over again.
You're losing it. Snap out of it!
"But at least I have you!" he cheerfully supplied, before collapsing into a fit of giggles.