The Light
“What’s going on here?” Deadpool fell over in a panic. “Do not be afraid.” The light made a heavenly sound to his ears.
“Who are you?” Deadpool asked hoping to hear the voice again. “I am the Spirit of the Cutlass.” The light moved farther away to keep its face hidden.
“How did I get here? Where is my cutlass? Who are you?” Deadpool flooded the being with questions.
“I know you have many questions, but there is no time.” Deadpool looked at the spirit with curiosity. “You must seek The Gypsy, and prepare.”
“Exactly how do I find this Gypsy, and what am I preparing for exactly?” The spirit suddenly gave off a fiery red glow. “Are you not the one who is called Edward Richards?” Deadpool stepped back and tried to answer the spirit, but his mouth froze open.
“I… I… thought my name was Deadpool?” The spirit came closer to Deadpool and he could have sworn he saw it smile. “The Darkness has already been in contact with you, if that is the case then you must hurry.”
“You can not oppose him alone. You must gather an army to defeat him.” The spirit faded away and everything around Deadpool faded back to black. “Wait, I still have questions! And where do I find an army?” Deadpool was awakened by the smell of stew.
“Ah, ye finally came to!” Phil was up sitting across the room from Deadpool. “I thought something might have been wrong after ye passed out mid-sentence last night.” Deadpool came to his feet. “I never got around to thanking ye for last night.”
“Don’t mention it.” Deadpool sat up with the images still burning in his mind. He didn’t know what to believe until he heard a voice inside his head. “Seek the Gypsy… That is your key to your past and the future.” With that simply command Deadpool jumped to his feet, grabbed what little belongings he had, and raced out of the door.
“Wait! Where ya goin’?” Deadpool turned around to see Phil standing at the door.
“I think I can find out more of my past.” Deadpool looked intrigued at the outside world, as if it were his first time out in months.
“How’s that?”
“I had a dream, and I need to seek out a Gypsy.” Phil twitched as he struggled to hold in a laugh. “Had a bad dream mate?” Deadpool took a minute to think about it and let out a sigh. “Listen, if you think you can find a way to remember yer past go for it, but yer more than welcome to stay here.”
“I think I’ll go for it, Phil.”
Deadpool said his good-byes and left to discover his past with no clue where he was going, until he had another vision of a tall dark man about to be hung.