#novusacademyfears

[infectedexecutioner]

Insignificance ϟ Facing Fears

Fear— it wasn’t even a part of his vocabulary, at least not anymore. Not since Weapon X. As he recalled, the definition of fear was the threat of danger or harm. For one, the danger was all him, baby.

Well, this is cosy, Wade mused as his eyes devoured the sight of joyful, inebriated people. The heavy music that shook the floor seeped it’s melodious way into his veins, sending shock waves of adrenaline straight to his heart. If you’re going to dance, refrain from the robot. We don’t want a repeat of last time. But before he could do anything, a feminine hand clasped his arm. “Hey, I know you!” The woman’s shouted words almost blew his eardrums to smithereens, but he showcased a smile that bordered  terrifying and dazzling nonetheless. Wade watched the myriad of colours emitting from the strobe lights wash over her pretty features as he answered her. “I’d love to say I knew you too, babe.” Her lips flashed him her pearly whites. Well, somebody’s definitely had some work done. “You’re that guy… Uh…” Wade’s smile dropped as annoyance set in. He watched for what felt like an eternity as she struggled to recall his name. His attention drifted past her shoulder, to where a nearby dancer had become almost transparent. Yep, totally weird. His head swiveled to the other party goers, watching with a sick sense of fascination as one by one, they dissipated into nothing. He returned his attention back to the woman. She was becoming translucent, showcasing bulging veins beneath a thin layer of skin. Her teeth began to crumble, fading away into a gaping void that was formerly her mouth. Wade reached with curious fingers to touch her hair, and he could only watch with fascinated attention as her silky strands slithered and disappeared between the crevices of his fingers. And just like everybody else, the air wrapped her in a cloak, making her vanish from sight completely. “Damn it. And it was going so well, too.”

One by one, the strobes shut down, leaving him standing in darkness. The heavy music long since stopped, and a significant part of Wade was regretful--He didn't even have time to dance. With a sigh, he circled around the room. The rustle of metal met his ears, and his interest piqued. What the hell is that? There was nothing here. The room was sparse of anything but him. Clang, clang. With curious footsteps, he wandered to where the noise seemed to be coming from. The walls? As his hand reached to touch the concrete, chains shot out. He throat managed to emit a garbled yell as he became pinned. The shackles that encased Wade’s ankles and wrists bit into his skin, cutting deep enough that he could almost taste the metallic tang of blood. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to, the restraints keeping him pinned to the damp wall. “Isn’t this some kind of bullshit.” Wade muttered to himself. “Fears? Me? Puh-lease." The voice chimed in. If thinking that helps you sleep better at night big boy, then go ahead. Wade attempted to smack a palm to his temple, before the cuffs yanked his arm back into obedience. He grunted with his evident annoyance.

The silence was deafening. Wade could hear the pounding of his heartbeat as it rattled his rib cage. That's never a good sign. As he stood trapped, his mind wandered. What was the whole purpose of this, to face his fear? Fool on them. Deadpool didn't have fears. Your cancer? What about Vanessa? His jaw worked as he struggled for an answer. Vanessa wasn't his problem anymore. Leaving her was the the best decision he could've made. She'd only leave him in the end, when the cancer became too much. He was merely accepting the inevitable. You hurt her. Wade grunted, pushing down those unpleasant memories as far as he could. It hurt him too, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. C'est la vie. Move on. As for the cancer, he knew it was eating away at him slowly. The skin on his legs have began to peel, leaving a patch of rusted blood and scars in its wake. "It only adds to the bad boy appeal." He stated. His rugged good looks had run its course. It was high time he got something to show for his badassery. Is that even a word? Look, just face it Wade. You're alone. Those people didn't know who you were, what if Vanessa has forgotten too? No. Everyone will know who he is eventually. The greatest mercenary that'll ever grace the planet-- that's him. Deadpool rolled his eyes. Great. Now this whole thing has put him in a foul mood. Facing fears? It was so-- Finally! The chains on his arms slackened their grip, and the marks they left were already starting to heal. He turned to glare at the offending wall as he searched for his freedom. The door opened for him, and the sudden blinding light dazzled him momentarily. His gaze focused on the agent that opened the door for him to begin with. "I'll be back for you." With that, he left the building, leaving a confused agent in his wake.

[almostanagent]

Fears | Jamie H. and Steve

Jamie had half known what to expect when going into the simulation, he just hoped that his prediction wasn't as accurate as he thought. Once he'd entered with his partner, Steve, he could immediately smell smoke and the familiar scent of a gas leak. As flames started to appear around him, Jamie felt his whole body start to falter. The fire was slowly starting to set, and the area surrounding him was far too familiar.

Jamie looked around the room, noting how that already the wallpaper was starting to burn and turn black just after a few seconds of being exposed to the fire. He looked to his partner and saw him standing just as still as he was. Jamie heard something like wood suddenly snap, and turned around just in time to see a huge wooden beam flying towards him. Every part of his mind was screaming at him to move, but it was no use. The fire was far too much, and he was completely paralysed.

[hindsightsmyspeciality]

Fears| Bane&Aida

This was ridiculous and unfair and stupid and- and just- just bad! What kind of school makes you live through a simulation of your worst fear?! It was cruel and unusual and pointless. Aida glared around the simulation room, waiting for something to happen. She glanced at her partner from the corner of her eye, trying to assess him. She'd never met him before and it seemed strange to have him there while she went through such a personal experience. 

Her attention was drawn away from him as the scene formed around them. Aida closed her eyes slightly, not wanting to see where she was, but the unmistakable smell of coffee and freshly baked pies made it hard to pretend. She'd spent so much time in that diner after she'd left her parents. The owner, Marla, had always given her a free meal when the place was quiet. She'd even given Aida a bed for the night once or twice. With a deep breath she opened her eyes and looked around. The diner was full of people, everyone laughing and chatting, a mother sat in the corner booth with two young children. By the counter, Aida caught sight of a small dark haired girl in a very familiar pink sweater. "Helena." Her breath caught in her throat and suddenly Aida knew what was about to happen. Without thinking she launched herself towards the girl, tackling her to the ground as a bomb, lanted beneath one of the tables, exploded.

[the-wild-ivy]

Fear Scenarios || Ivy & Jaime

Ivy had no idea what she had been expecting when she first walked in to the simulation, but it certainly hadn't been this - a tropical forest that would put the garden of Eden to shame.  She breathed in deeply and felt like she could really smell everything.  The pollen and the sweet new blooms from the flowers, and the fresh new bark growing on the trees, thicker than Ivy could wrap her hands around.  Though they reached up to the sky in great numbers, sunlight still flooded the area and Ivy could see everything with crystal clarity.  She could feel all of the plants whispering sweet nothings in her ear, and weeks of unnecessary stress seemed to melt off her back.

But then an unnatural noise - grating, steely - cut through the serentiy.  Ivy felt her heart drop to her stomach.  She heard a leafy voice in the distance cry out in pain, and her eyes began to sting at both sounds.  She jumped to her feet, where before she had been kneeling down and fawning over everything.  "What's going on?!" she demanded, her voice cracking in her throat.  She had nearly forgotten that her partner was there...

[jamie-theonemanarmy]

ALONE || FACING FEARS || ANNABELLE & JAMIE

Jamie's heart felt like it was racing out of his chest, his eyes wide as the walls ascended around him almost reaching the ceiling. He stood still as stone as he searched for his partner who was no where to be found. They said he would have a partner, Annabelle, where was she? Jamie filled his lungs before he began to walk the narrow halls in search of the small stranger. 

"Annabelle?" Jamie shouted, an empty echo of his own voice returned. A thick feeling of anxiety filled his chest. He was alone, not even with himself. He was alone alone, or at least he felt that way. 

[spontaneous-spot]

A Familiar Fear || Bruce & Spot

Spot was often an easy going person, he would sit back and enjoy the day as it floated on in complete and utter peace. But as birds chirped outside, and the sun began to break through the thin clouds in the blue sky, sitting back and relaxing was the last thing that any student would be doing in Novus today. They were being hustled into the holding rooms, two at a time to help themselves and each other through their greatest fear. Needless to say, Spot was little to looking forward to the situation.

It was ten twenty-three in the morning when Spot could feel his palms beginning to sweat as got called in with his partner, and it was obvious that the two boys were just as nervous as the next. He drew in a deep breath as they approached to door, they were unsure whose scenario they were to be thrown into first, and Spot was unsure what his scenario would even have been. After all, one's biggest fear wasn't something that crossed a mind often. As he stepped through the door his mind did a quick scan of everything it could have been, in hope to prepare himself, in hope to be ready of what he was about to step into. Maybe he would end in jail, maybe his freedom would be taken from him, the boy might see his mother as a monster, he might have someone testing him for his 'spots'.

But as the room around them fell dark for a split second before turning into an old bedroom, the fear became evident. The pitch black morphed into a room with once white walls that had consistent holes through them, book shelves with text books and theories, a desk with open studies and scattered papers, and a stained carpet with clothes scattered across it. The familiar sound of the news was heard from down stairs, and the loud boots creaking against the floorboards, "Junge?" Not the best place for a child to stay, but for the boy who stood in the middle of the room, his face beginning to burn a gentle shade of red, the stingy room was home.