Colossus X Deadpool Novels & Stories

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

Three moving colossus-stony sculpture having hundred arms and thousands sculptured eyes within a single face suddenly formed high in the sky blocking most of the silvery rays of the moon and the few twinkling stars above as it stood tall right behind Gage! With a fell gaze, Gage spoke in a cold, low and metallic voice, “Heed, what do you owe me for this? My pleasure.” This alone shocked the two marked beings staring in awe at the colossus-thing in front of them. The bald man held closely his cap at his chest slightly delighted.

"Stop filming and get the fuck out of here! Fuck off, all of you!" A few bodyguards rushed up to try and hold him back, but Dad shoved them all off. He stood before countless other cameras and the people who once worshipped his "empire", roaring at them with heart-wrenching fury, "There's no educational philosophy here! I never had any good intentions! "I am not an entrepreneur! I'm a fraud! A psychopath! I'm worth billions of dollars, but I forced my own daughter to death over just a few measly cents!

He turned to his men, voice low. “If I fall, don’t save me.” Lucia’s jaw clenched. “Then what—” “Save her.” Silence swallowed the street. Marcello’s voice cracked. “You would die for her…” Dante stepped into the darkness. “I already did.” And the city knew: When Dante Voss walked toward Pier Seven, He wasn’t going to negotiate. He was going to end this.

But as I looked around the room, none of them looked at me with fear their eyes all lit up with hope and gratitude. My gaze drifted to a young man lying on a stretcher, his eyes meeting mine with an expression of gratitude, not fear. Slowly, I made my way over to him. “Thank you, Luna of Death,” he whispered, his voice a soft melody over the quiet murmur in the hall. “For this gift—I will remember you even in the afterlife and be forever in your debt.”

“But I think I want violence. Lots of violence.” Kam sat up straighter. “Classic, or contemporary?” “Contemporary,” I answered. “Marvel or something worse?” Rose asked. “I’m thinking maybe Ryan Reynolds. Deadpool or Hitman’s Bodyguard. You guys pick.” I waved my hand in a dismissive motion at them. Kam looked at Rose. “I’m okay with either. You?”

“I’m sending a helicopter to pick you up. You’ll be working with General Ethan Cole’s team. They’re on the front lines, and they need your help. You’ll be briefed when you arrive, but you need to come now.” Ethan Cole. I had met him briefly when I was first recruited for the military research program. He was a tall, commanding figure with a calm, authoritative presence. I had heard about his team’s efforts to contain the outbreak, and I knew he was a rising star in the military. But I also knew something else: he was special. He was one of the few survivors who had contracted the fever and survived—only he hadn’t just survived. He had gained powers. Powers that no one fully understood. Power

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

I don't like going in to places like that but it has been a long time since I have had a milkshake. I try not to look at the people eating. I look at the cashier. At first I can't believe it. I rub my eyes just to be sure that I am not seeing things. It is her, standing there smiling, my Delilah. But how can it be? She's dead isn't she? The only difference is the girl standing in front of me has blue eyes. Other than that she looks exactly like my love. "Next," she calls out, a smile plastered on her face. I can't get myself to move let alone say anything.

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”