[9-10] Cabana Boys (Hiro and Deadpool)

[Hiro Protagonist]

Every bump in the road of Karl's swerving, meadering path towards the city sent waves of vibration up through the seats, jostling the jalopy's passengers. Karl and Deadpool seemed undisturbed by it, but each rough jump was making Hiros wound twinge. Not cripplingly so, but it was enough to cut through his dwindling morphine haze.

The hacker was troubleshooting his visor, trying to figure out where exactly his anger triggered power boost had come from. Unfortunately, this meant rewatching his own third person footage, and that meant seeing Barry die all over again. It didn't hit as hard this time,  mainly because Hiro was not the sort of man to dwell on the past. Blasting down a course of action meant that you understood consequences were a thing,  and you had to learn to accept them. Still, it was disheartening to see the poor bartender decapitated anew, and with the very blade Hiro had in a holster.

Technical details from the spike in processing power displayed over the footage. There. Right as he got enraged....no way. The sensors were reading an external power increase, which meant HE had generated the increased speed and tactical focus. Pulling his goggles off and staring down at his hands, Hiro felt like a bit of a fool. He was capablenof anything he could think of here, and he used that power to make a fancy sword. Talk about willfully ignorant.

Pushing these metaphysical musings out of his mind for the moment, he turned his attention to his tao traveling companions, specifically, the one called Deadpool. Shouting above the noise of the music and the crunching sound of underbrush, he asked. "So, Deadpool, right? I didn't see you on the plane!"

The spandexed ninja turned his head back and nodded. "Yeah, I heard about your one man talent show in the bar. You like to party, huh? Actually, forget that. You DEFINITELY like to party. Who else would take morphine that doesn't give them HP back?"

The hacker blinked for a second. "You're,  uh...you're  kinda out there, huh?" The crimson caperer flashed him a thumbs up and punched Karl lightly on the shoulder. "I like this guy, Karl! I should read his book sometime...maybe you could get him a copy of my stuff, too." The producer just gave a wide grin and nodded, steering around a fallen log. "Maybe so, Deadpool, maybe so."

Hiro just sat back in his chair and half closed his eyes, letting the rushing air and little pangs of pain in his stomach jolt him out of his narcotic high. Peering through the darkness, he could spot a dull glow rapidly approaching and the silhouette of buildings within a mile or two. Karl pulled the jeep onto a manmade, asphalt road, slowing it's speed as the trio approached the town. But it seemed as though the settlement was inhabited...

His goggles focused in on one of the stumbling frames, and with a chill, Hiro spoke quietly. "Those people are dead. No life signs at all." Abruptly, Deadpool stood up in his seat, waving a sword. "ZOMBIES!?! Oh, be still my cancerous heart. Drive us closer, I want to hit them with my sword!" Karl bit his lip and turned back towards the recovering samurai. "We do need to go through them to reach the bunker....I suggest you get your slicing hand ready, Chocolate Thunder."

Pulling the machete out of its sheath and adjusting his position so he could reach past the bars of the jeep, he muttered, "Jeez, am I the only black guy in the Omniverse?" Deadpool laughed with insane glee as a new song came on the radio, and Karl jumped on the gas. "WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH! It's killin' time!!!"

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