Always always always with the paths!
They seem to never end.
And they never lead me where I want to go.
This is supposed to be MY tesser-whatever space!
It should bend to My will!
But no. Here I am, following another path.
The songs the flowers are singing is grating on my nerves too.
Stupid tulips!
I turn myself into a giant purple cat, and try to hiss and growl them into silence.
Once of them laughs, so I pounce with giant paws, and pick it with my teeth, chewing on the stem as it screams.
Ah yes. The screams drown out that HORRID singing... so much better now!
I keep her in my mouth, chewing on her like a farmboy chews on straw, as I walk, all the other flowers now hushing as we pass.
And... just as I figured. Another hole.
My wonderlands are so full of holes.
And not one of them has taken me home yet.
I miss home. Allot.
But, only when I stop to think about it.
Maybe... just maybe... this is the hole I have to jump in to get home.
I close my eyes, and jump in.
And in a rush of reality stuff, I end up somewhere.
It's not home.
Looking around, this place seems to be the somewhere I tend to end up more often than not.
I wonder... just wonder... why did I end up here?
It's not home...
It's not even a fun place to be anymore.
People are horrible here.
Rotten little freaks that can't handle any fun at all.
Well except the Pool guy, of course. He's barrels of fun and a top-hat really.
Well if that hole dropped me here, I might as well walk around, see what there is.
If I can't find fun, it might find me.
That happens to me sometimes.
You see?
Though what I do see, shocks me so much that my jaw drops, the screaming flower falls to the ground, and dies instantly, as my Purple cat form seems to melt away, leaving a small blond girl in a nifty top hat, looking at the man calling me by my old name.
I've never seen him before. But I know on sight, and by words, just who he is.
"Daddy?"He grins, and tips his hat, and that's when I see past him, to the.... things... crawling toward me.
"No!"I take a step back, looking on in horror.
"No!"It can't be!
It just... can't be!
The things he has with him, they are dead!
DEAD!
And they are.... my people... from my home!
DEAD!
This can't be!
My mother... rotting flesh of a corpse thing, comes at me, moaning in pain, asking my why I didn't save her... if I took her into my wonderland, I could have saved her!
And two younger girls come at me too, my shock rooting me to the point as my sisters try to attack me, clawing at me as they say their deaths are all my fault, I was the only one with the power to save them all, and I left them behind.
"NO! No no no no no no no no no NO!"I grab their arms, and pull, both arms coming off in my hand, as I beat them with the putrid stumps.
"L... Lorida! Edith! Stop this! It's not my fault! I didn't know!"I beat them, as tears stream down my face, my own mother yelling at me to stop, and I ignore her.
But as my eyes unfocus with the tears, I see the darkness covering them all.
Every friend, family, or neighbor, ever in my world, all back from dead nothing, and covered in darkness.
All of them wanting to tear me apart.
And all the while, he's floating there, laughing in glee!
He's enjoying all of this!
And the darkness, it all flows back to that corny quarter-machine looking thing on his hand!
I point at him with the boney stump of Edith's right arm,
"It's YOU!You did this!"With a wave of my hand, my mother's corpse goes flying through the air, and he easily waves his hand in the same manner, pulling her up without hitting him as I'd intended, shaking his head, saying she was prettier in life, and probably just a dead fuck now a days, as he drops her to the ground again.
I waves a finger at me, calling me a naughty girl for throwing a tantrum, and waves his hand again, letting the onslaught of zombies rush me.
Quicker than thought, on instinct, I drop Edith's right arm, and Lorida's left arm turns into a good sized Axe, and I start swinging it around, catching all manner of gore and horror plastered around the city streets.
As I re-murder them all, and they re-animate, it sinks in that I can't ever go back home.
That just makes me madder... mad as Hell, and I let that guide my Axe even harsher, though it still does me no good.
They are already dead. I can't kill them.
So, I take a leap up to plant the Axe in my dear old man's top hat.
He's quicker than an old man should be though, and he covers me in that dark energy... the same energy that covers everyone, reanimating them...
It's stifling me... the darkness.
And none of my struggling seems to make any difference as I'm tossed back into the throngs of zombies.
If they are all so dark... or consumed in dark... let me show them the damned light!
Using my magic (you know, the stuff Mordu gave me himself... you see.) I let the light flow from me, white light, erupting with the force of my anger.
As it sweeps through the dark, the zombies scream, and my daddy laughs manically, coming to face me directly, trying to smack me with the hand that holds that hideous black ring.
I make the white light flow from within me, to manifest rings of every shade on my fingers, and I use those much like a thug uses brass knuckles, hitting my old man square in the jaw.
As the hit takes him back, I grab his hand with the ring, noting with a profound irritation that it won't come off.
As I shine light into it, I see with a 'sight-beyond-sight', the ring, it's power source... it's maker.
This is bigger than daddy.
There are other rings... doing horrible things!
"I said NO!"I use my magic, to crush his ring with all the light I can force, his screams not even registering above my own as I reach past his hand, tearing my nails into his flesh, ripping him to shreds.
"You can't come back. You're all dead.
Go back to Hell!"Mutant powers and Magicks mix with anger and worse, making every last corpse disintegrate into the light, leaving me to crumple to the grown, my dress covered in filth, as I try not to hurl.
And... it's not even over!
There's more... out there... with this darkness!
It can't be allowed!
But... What can I do?
I know! I know what I can do!
I can make rings too!
That pale 'God' isn't the only one in this realm with powers!
He brought my daddy back, and he did all this... and I didn't even DO ANYTHING to him!
But who would I give a ring too?
Let alone... many rings.
Oh, I have many rings too, I made them in all sorts of lovely colors! I wiggle my fingers to admire them all as I think about it.
I can only think of one person here who would help me.
I snap my fingers, to bring the real Deadpool to New York.
This wouldn't work if I just made a copy of him, after all. You see?
I salute him as he appears, noticing a piece of zombie meat on my hand, dropping the salute to wipe it off on my skirt.
"Poolstroke! Just the guy I was looking for!
You're a hero, right?We got some BIG bad guys to take down.
Here, have a ring, it'll help... just wait till you hear what just happened!"
