Dylan Sommers
While in all fours and looking at a growing puddle of blood, Dylan thought he was delirating and going insane. He heard some singing on the distance, which reverbrated on his mind. His weaning body and mind solely paid attention to the sweet voice, since it eased the pain. As the singing got louder, some footsteps could be heard too. He could see some red boots at his side. Without any warning, he felt a thin stab on his right shoulder.
"Ahhh..." Dylan hissed as he turned his head to his right. It was Deadpool, smiling through his mask and waving at Dylan.
He was about to ask what the hell he got injected with, but he was still weak from the blood loss, so he just turned around and sat down on the ground, looking up to the clear sky. Maybe it was the first thing he should've done to stop the bleeding. His vision slowly cleared up, and he then looked down and saw Deadpool talking to the whole group. Dylan's face went totally blank as he heard more and more. Basically, what was running through their bloodstreams was Deadpool's blood mixed with another stuff to accelerate their healing and boost immunity with the side effect of some hallucinations. "Damn it, Wade." he muttered.
<Not ten seconds have passed and he immediately saw as the jungle and the team vanished away in a whirl. After a while spinning in an endless vortex, Dylan reappeared on a crappy, low-budget copy of the old city he lived in; the clouds and the sun hanged by a thread, the buildings looked like they were made out of cardboard, the fountain downtown shot cherry flavored soda upwards. The city was filled with brightness. And the people... they were all happy and joyful and dancing to a song playing on the background. Dylan just couldn't resist but to smile at what he was seeing. He then joined in with the people, dancing and flailing his hands in the air like a maniac. Under the entrancement, he tried to figure out how long he hadn't enjoyed himself like this. "Dylan." From a distance, a familiar voice struck him like a bucket of ice being dropped on him, and all of a sudden, Dylan lost his smile. "Dylan." The music began to die out, the happy people vanished, and the surroundings darkened. Rain started to pour over the fake city and the cardboard skycrapers, softening them up and making them fall down. The voice behind him repeated his name, "Dylan, it's me."
"Sh-- Shaun?" he turned around.>
