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"Could be a lot worse, hon. Let 'er go have some fun." C.J. suggested. Sure he was unaware about the other woman being a dro- err Ro- . . . no . . . more mechanical than he was. There, I think that's the better word for it!

Meanwhile, Arell was surprised that the party was still going and that they still had beer. However, he still had Dundee by the scruff of his neck. "Now why'd you shoot me in de a** wit' a paintball gun anyways?!" Arell asked with a smile as Dundee stammered.

"C.J. paid me $5 to do that!" Dundee stammered. Arell looked at C.J., who was conveniently over with Sapph, Stella and Deadpool. Out of harm's way . . . for now.

Nope. TOTALLY not Ryan Reynolds! C.J. thought as he almost dropped his coke. Since when did DEADPOOL remove the mask for ANYONE?! It was a little startling at best . . .

Deadpool pulled his mask back on, clearly not very confortable with his mask off. "Well, it started some time ago, when I was a relatively normal member of the human race. I was diagnosed with cancer. Like most people, I wanted to cured. One day, I was contacted by a program called Weapon X. They told me that they had a way to cure me. In a way, they succeeded beyond all expectation." His eyes looked down at the ground, staring solemnly at nothing while his mind was remembering everything, his tone turning calm, serious, and clear. "Dr. Killebrew, the leading scientist of the Weapon X program, implanted in me a specialized version of Wolverine's healing factor, calibrated to account for my cancerous state. As the cancer spread, killing the good cells, the healing factor struck back, recovering the cancer cells and healing them. My body, and some say also my mind, is now constantly changing between cancerous and healthy. Of course, there were side effects." He looked up and said to the women (including Stella), and continued. "The process scarred me across my whole body, from head to toe. Scars are considered by the healing factor as healed tissue, so they're permanent. It also gave me a nice little side order of out-of-my-goddamned-mind. I talk to my own thoughts, and they talk back. I hallucinate." He wasn't about to go into how this subsequent insanity has also been possibly his greatest asset in almost every problem he's ever had since that time. He'd save that for the date. Give them something to talk about. "Anyways, once they were done, they continued to experiment on me, seeing that I had been such a breakthrough for them. They were able to do things that scientists had always dreamed of doing to a living person, that would kill anyone normal. I could live through them. I could endure. And once they were done with me, they got rid of me like a piece of trash. But they hadn't counted on me returning." His eyes became filled with hate at the memory. "I did come back. I broke in. I killed everyone, and I killed Killebrew last. My only regret about killing him is that I can't do it again."

Even the wisecracking C.J. was rendered speechless. His hero going through so much hell?! If that Arcade fella walked in the room, if Arell and Aiden didn't bust his head open for coming in without an invitation (which was lax. Usually it was a text a couple hours ahead of time) then Benoit would gladly have given the b*****d a bad case of tire iron to the face.

He also showed signs of killing without remorse, but with a look of youth upon him. For working with Arell (and all three studying under Jonah Hex when he was around) they were . . . a little green in this kinda stuff.

"Sorry t' hear Mr. Wade." C.J. said.

Stella blinked. "Yes. He obtained some information from someone new, and built me to be a complete replica of her." she said, gesturing towards Misty. "He tried to make me as human as possible, even giving making me self aware. Enough for me to want to kill him once my built task of killing Alex was complete. All the work he did, I was only meant to kill her, or get under her skin and be destroyed. If Flash hadn't rescued me, I would have been destroyed. I never got the chance to kill my creator though.....he was taken away by heroes, and then Murder World caved in on me." she replied.

"Yes. He gained some information and technology from someone that was from one of the other universes." she replied.


"I can vouch for her..." Alex said, sitting at a nearby table. She didn't look very happy about the current conversation. Probably because she was still sore about the thing trying to kill her, then trying to get another super hero to beat her up. "She tried to kill me in murder world. I sliced her in half. Flash saved her, got her some place to get her put back together, and she promised to be good for him."

"Then the building fell on me. I was pretty much destroyed, but Flash found me again. My....'fairy godmother'.....as he called her, brought me back into a functional state. Better than before really. Replaced some of Arcade's technology with some of her own I think. I certainly didn't recognize it. I think her name was.....Alcina? She offered to turn me into a human if I wanted."

"Well, I didn't see her before that." Misty replied.

"Meh..." Alex said. "She looked as human as possible, but her eyes were had the tendency to glow, made noise sometimes when she moved, and some of her joints looked a little off. But....yeah, pretty much."


"And I did add a few new programs and modifications to myself as time allowed for me to work on myself." Stella replied.