Deadpool sat where he reappeared, idly watching as his body slowly knit itself back together. His stolen healing abilities slowly coming back to him. Still, while his eyes watched, his mind was focused on the sights of the last few moments. The horror of losing her again replaying over and over in slow motion as Deadpool watched helplessly. Eventually, he reached and emotional boil and exploded up from where he had been sitting for so many hours. Launching into a long table in front of him, violently overturning it while his lungs issued a primal scream of rage and pain. Glass shattered and other objects, the tables entire contents, smashed into the stone floor of the cave. Wade tore off his mask and tried to smash his reflection in a glass door that held a snow white version of his costume. Bone shattered in his hand upon impact with the bulletproof glass. Deadpool didn't notice and his body set to healing it instantly. He just growled in frustration and went to the weapons safe. He grabbed an assault rifle, grenade launcher and a few other goodies as he started up the large stone stairway that led out of the cave and into the mansion above.
Throwing open the door there was more glass shattering, the splintering of wood and the sound of chimes colliding with one another before being bent by the weight of the rest of the debris.
The first room he went to held an overstuffed couch and love seat to match. A few other chairs and a large screen television. Deadpool seethed as he looked about the room. All the signs of a happy room and a life that would never be his. Deadpool charged the television and hefted the TV before he launched it out of the bay window with another guttural howl. The love seat hurled through another window, landing in the pool. Wade threw an incendiary grenade out the window, at the love seat and paused long enough to watch the seat burn as it slowly sank into the chlorinated water. The strain of throwing such large objects did damage to Wilson but, again, he seemed unphased by it. Even when his legs gave out on him. He instead crawled to the couch and as his body healed, he took a run and managed to push the couch through a wall.
Falling several times along the way, he made his way to the kitchen. Pots and pans hung above a counter space. Stove and dishwasher lined up behind it with a microwave resting on the counter space above them. Deadpool opened the cabinets, yanking all the dishes down, shattering them all on the floor. He proceeded to kick in the doors of the stove and dishwasher. He threw the microwave into the dishwasher and turned it on. He then turned to leave but, at the door way turned again, firing a grenade into the range. The explosion rained shrapnel and debris at Deadpool, some of it even doing him harm but, again it was ignored.
Now, Deadpool found himself in the master bedroom. The large marriage bed mocking him and taunting him. Telling him of all the things that could of been his and now would never be. The cold nights warmed by the body and love of another. The intimate moments. They had all happened here and would never be for him. Again, Wade screamed as he opened fire with the rifle. Stuffing, feathers, bits of fabric and what not exploded forth as the bullets assaulted the bed. Plaster and drywall were torn through and splinters showered from the bed frame as it was destroyed.
Deadpool dropped the weapon, it's ammunition spent and stumbled back down the stairs. Falling most of the way down the cave's stairs. He laid prone for several moments before he managed to rasp, "Jhae-Sihyn. You want me? You got me. First, a nap." Deadpool's head bounced on the stone floor with an echoing thud as he slipped into unconsciousness and his body set about healing all his new wounds.
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