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Summary: Ellie didn't think she would get 'emotionally' attached to anyone on Stryker's "special" team when she joined. At least that's what she thought until a certain Merc with a Mouth came along... WadeWilson/OC

Author's Note: My first story on fanfiction! Hope you guys like it! Reviews would be great! :)

Mutants. The abomination of the human race. Me? I'm an abomination…a mutant. It was my fault that my parents were killed. Because I was a mutant, no I am a mutant. It happened the day I turned 4. The door breaks down, and a man with a gun threatens my dad. To tell him where I am, so he could 'take care' of me. The man counted down from three, and after that my dad was no longer in my life. My mom attacked him, and another gunshot echoed through the house. Then she was no longer in my life.

My power is deadly. I can control the body of anyone I lay my eyes on. I can put images in their head. I can make them believe stories that aren't even true. Just one look at them, and they're under my control. I barely use it. One bad part of it is that I constantly have headaches. Headaches that seem to grow worse with every beat of my pulse. I probably spent over $700 on Aspirins this year. And the nightmares…oh the nightmares. The night when my parents were killed seem to always come up when I try to sleep. So I use the best over-the-counter sleeping pills I can get. My name is Ellie Maza.

"I'm gonna give you three seconds to tell me…" The man muttered in my dad's face. The gun in his hand pointed at him too.

"3" A smile spread across his face.

"2" The gun cocked.

"Monster…" My dad spat at the man.

"1" The gunshot boomed.

My eyes opened and my body shot up into sitting position. Instantly, my head pounded.

"Not again…" I sighed as I reached for the aspirin bottle on my nightstand. I felt at least 5 pills pour into my hand. I didn't care though, as long as it will go away. I swallowed them dry. This is at least the fifth night that I couldn't sleep. The sleeping pills are starting not to work anymore. I cursed. After tossing and turning for an hour, I finally let go of the idea of getting back to sleep, and headed toward my bathroom. The faucet hissed as water began to pour out of it. When I can't sleep, I always turn to a nice warm shower to help me relax. I've always done it.

After the shower, I got dressed and headed downstairs. The sunrise welcomed me as I opened the curtains.

{Oh hot dang. This girl is smokin'…}

{Shut up, Wilson.}

{Zero, that's not nice.}

{Are you gonna get her, or do I have to?}

{No, I got it. Sorry that you can't use your trigger-happy finger this time.}

{I might use it on you though, if you don't shut up and get her.}

{Is it that time of month again?}

{Wilson!}

I jumped at the voice. What the hell was that? I went into the kitchen pantry and grabbed it.

{Oh nice job, Zero. She heard you…Holy hell…is that a baseball bat?}

My hands gripped the handle of the bat. I swear I heard someone whisper. Maybe it was all in my head? I spun around when I heard a creak in the floor, but nothing…I started to walk backwards, watching where I heard the creak at. Then I ran into something with my back. A scream almost escaped my throat, but instead I yelped. I turned around into a muscular chest with a red shirt on. My eyes scanned up to the owner of it. He had brown locks on top of his head. His face quit tan, and brown eyes reflected the sunlight. A smile spread across his face.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" He said, inching his face to mine.

My instincts finally kicked in as I tried to swing the bat at his head, but it didn't budge. I looked up and seen his hand holding it back. I struggled, but no use. I let go then turned tail and ran. I didn't even think to use my powers on him. I panicked.

Then an Asian guy stepped in front of me. I froze in my tracks. He raised a gun at me. A gun?! Finally my sense came back to me, as I looked into his eyes. I felt my pupils dilate and his expression was wiped off his face. I was in control now. Footsteps echoed behind me, and I sprinted behind the Asian guy. His gun was now up to the guy I first ran into. Handles of swords stuck up from behind his head.

His hands held up as confusion swept over his face. "Whoa." He muttered.

I found my voice. "Why are you here?" I asked him.

He smiled at me. "For you." Then a wink followed.

I was going to respond, but before I could a headache instantly hit my head. I held on to the guy's mind though. An insane idea popped in my head. What if I try two minds at once? I knew it was insane. I could make them leave me alone. I looked into the cocky guy's eyes.

His expression wiped off his face. I smiled mentally. "You guys have the wrong girl." I said through my mind. I made up a vision of them pinning me down on the floor while holding a picture up to my face. It didn't match. "You will leave now." I continued.

I let out a gasp as I let go of both their minds. My headache intensified. The Asian guy put his gun back in a holster, and walked with the cocky guy to the doorway. I followed them and then quickly locked the door, and leaned against it.

"Aspirin, pack, and run." I muttered to myself as I raced upstairs.

{Sir, you gave us the wrong girl.}

{What? Zero, what the hell are you talking about. I did not.}

{Sir, we're sure you did. The picture didn't match her.}

{Shit. She made you guys believe she was the wrong girl.}

{Oh…}

{I'm coming. If you want to do something right, you gotta do it yourself…}

{Sorry, Sir.}

{Hey, can you bring Chinese? I'm starving.}

{Shut up, Wade.}

Why were those guys after me? Who sent them? What do they want? I pondered as the bus stopped. I didn't know where I was going. I just kept going to random places, hoping that those guys won't return. I followed couple people off the bus as I stepped down on the sidewalk. I've been traveling for almost two days now, ever since they came for me. I shivered. I was still somewhere in Seattle.

I sighed as I set my bag on the bed. I decided to stay at the Hampton Inn after a long day of walking. Heck, I was exhausted. A headache panged at my head again, so I took three Aspirins, three sleeping pills, and fell asleep.

{Wade, are you inside?}

{Yup. She's snoozing.}

{Good. Tranq her before she can get into your mind.}

{Yes, sir. Might I add, sir, your voice is sounding lovely today. Reminds me of smooth honey…kind of turns me on…}

{Shut it, Wilson.}

A tickle on my neck awoke me. Thinking it was a bug, I swiped it away but freaked when I touched flesh. I gasped and shot up in bed, but strong arms wrapped around me.

"Morning, Sweetcheeks." He said into my ear. I recognized the voice. The cocky guy from my house…but how did he find me again?

I struggled against his grip. I tried to find anything in the room to help me, but it was pitch black.

"Damn it woman, quit struggling!" He grunted as I got a hit in his stomach.

Then a sharp pain hit me in the side. My struggling soon ceased when I could barely move, and I fell into darkness.

My eyes slowly up, but quickly shut as the light welcomed my eyes a little too fast. I groggily sat up and let out a sigh. A groan escaped my lips as I noticed another headache hit my head. Then I finally examined my surroundings. I was in a cage…a cell. The only light in the room was on the cage I was in. The rest of the room sat in darkness. I almost jumped when a voice echoed in the room.

"Hello, Ms. Maza." A guy in a military suit walked out from the darkness into the light. His gray hair shined in the light. He was aged.

I eyed him. "Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Colonel William Stryker." He replied, stepping closer to the cage.

"So what do you want from me?" I almost spat.

"I want you to join my team. Called Team X, a team with special…talents."

"By talents, you mean mutations."

"Yes. You already met two members."

The cocky and Asian guy that broke into my house came to mind.

"If you join, you get shelter, food, and money. Plus, better medicine than the ones you take now." He continued.

I shifted where I sat. How does he know?

"Yes, I know all about your sleeping problem and your headaches-"

I raised my hand to stop him. "Okay. Fine, you convinced me already."

"Excellent." He smiled at me. "We'll get you out of there then." He punched in a code and the cell's door unlatched.

After my talk with Stryker, he showed me to the place where the team stayed.

My jaw almost fell off my face as we walked in. Seven men all turned toward us. Stryker said nothing about me being the only woman.

"Men, this is Ellie Maza. Our new recruit." Stryker spoke.

I looked at each one of them as they stared at me. My bag in my hand almost dropped from my grip. Seven MEN…

"I'll let you guys get acquainted." Stryker walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Hi again, Sweetcheeks!" An arm wrapped around me. I turned to see it was the cocky guy again. I flinched. "It's Wilson…Wade Wilson." He said in a deep voice, his eyebrows rose at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Hi." I simply said, shrugging his arm off me.

"I'll introduce the rest of the team." Wade pointed to the first guy then went down the line. "Chris, James, Zero, Fred, John, and Vicky." 'Vicky' growled. I almost flinched again.

"Victor." Victor said, staring at Wade.

"Hi." I repeated, looking at all of them. Let me tell you, they were all different in their own ways. Chris was the shortest. Probably an inch or two taller than me. James had a scruffy look to him. He did look intimidating, but his eyes told a different story. Zero, of course, was the Asian guy that came along with Wade to kidnap me. It was scary seeing him again. Fred was HUGE. Not fat wise, but muscular wise. The tallest out of everyone that stood there. A tattoo of a woman doing a belly dance with her arms above her head was on his arm. John was close to Chris's height. African American with a cowboy look on him. He seemed nice because he smiled at me. Other than Wade and Chris. Victor…was like a nightmare. Sideburns grew on the sides of his face. When he spat at Wade, fangs gleamed at me. His fingernails were yellow and nasty looking…and extremely sharp. Hate seemed to burn in his eyes. Indeed a scary one…

They all nodded at me as in a "Hi" and then went on to what they were doing. Except for Wade, he remained by my side.

"I'll show you to your room!" He put his arm around me again, and led me down the hall.

We stopped in front of a brown wooden door, and Wade opened it. "Here's your room…right beside mine!" He smiled at me.

"Oh yippee." I muttered, examining the room. It was mid-sized, a nightstand by the queen-sized bed. A tint of light blue was painted on the walls. Random paintings hung nicely on them. The bedspread matched the light blue with the same color mixing with white, and darker blue. The pillows were white. It was pretty nice.

He patted me on the back. "I know! I'm excited too!" He smiled again.

This guy is nuts… "Well thanks." I said, as I walked to my bed. He leaned against the door frame.

Then John walked in. "Hello, Ms. Ellie. Stryker told me to inform you that you're leaving tomorrow morning for training in a base not far from here. You'll be gone for two weeks."

Of course, I'm nothing without training… I smiled at John. "Okay, thanks."

He nodded with a smile and made his exit.

"Oooh. Training…that stinks." Wade muttered at me.

I shook my head at him. "Why are you still here?"

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