Chapter 4: Onward to the Southern Air Temple Pt. 2

Darkness. Complete and utter darkness.

That was all that flooded his brain as he tried to register what just happen.

"Stabbed by your favorite Superhero," he said with a sigh as his soul floated in the darkness, "Talk about a slap in the face."

"So is this it for you young one," said a voice from out of nowhere, it was a voice he knew all too well. Aria materialized in front of him in a small flash of light. Frankie hung his head in disappointment.

"Sorry," he said, "I f@$ked up big time. Now the others are gonna get killed by that ADHD riddled Merc. Here I just made a breakthrough in ol' Scarface."

"I saw it," Aria said with a smile, "You certainly know how to speak from the heart."

"Huh, thought I was talking from my mouth but shows what I know about biology," Frankie said. The goddess lightly karate chopped his head. How this boy was able to be sarcastic while on the verge of death was beyond her understanding.

"Come now," she said, "it is not your time to leave this existence. You've got work to do."

"What are you talking about?" Frankie asked. Before he could get an answer, she placed his hand upon his face. He was then consumed by a golden light that filled his body with incredible power.

"Go forth my Champion," Aria said, "GO FORTH AND WIN!!"

(Outside of the mindscape of Frankie)

Katara and Sokka fell to the ground beaten and bloodied. Zuko and Iroh were struggling in vain to stand. Aang was the only one left to fight. Of course he wasn't faring so well either. He had bruises everywhere and his left arm was practically useless as it hung limply while his other hand struggled to hold his staff. He looked at Deadpool with pure utter rage as he tried to stand but fell to one knee. The Merc looked at the kid and his face hardened, and if one looked hard enough, one could see a small hint of remorse. He never really enjoyed fighting children, especially if it meant having to kill them. The mercenary did have standards after all. Of course he had let his greed get the better of him. Little did he realize he was going to come to regret it.

As he reluctantly pointed his pistol at the kid, the area around them began to tremble and shake. Rocks crumbled and fell off the side of the mountain. They both saw a glow and turned to see Frankie, whom Deadpool thought he had killed, stand up tall with the wound in his chest sealed off, leaving a scar. His body was enveloped in a golden aura and his body bulked up slightly to reveal a more muscular frame. His hair stood up on end and looked to have a slightly red tint to it. His iris' and pupils disappeared from his eyes, giving him a slightly more menacing look as the golden aura flared up like a wildfire. He turned to Deadpool and roared like a beast.

With speed faster than he could track, he flew towards Wade and delivered a bone-crushing punch to the gut which sent him flying through the walls of the Southern Air Temple and into a clearing. Thanks to his healing factor, Deadpool managed to recover and heal rather quickly.

"Damn, gonna feel that in the morning," he said. He didn't have time to recover, however, as he felt a fist connect to his face and practically smash his jaw, hurling him towards a rock. As the rocks fell on top of the mercenary, Frankie walked toward him as the aura around him intensified and he clenched his fists to the point where they almost bled.

"I'm gonna tear you apart," he muttered in a sinister tone. A stream of bullets fired from the rocks which Frankie easily dodged by bobbing and weaving faster to the point where it looked like he teleported. Machine guns came from the wreckage with Deadpool having a death grip on the triggers.

"C'MON KID!! STAY STILL SO I CAN ACTUALLY KILL YA!!" he said with a small hint of annoyance in his otherwise obnoxious tone. Frankie charged forward and delivered a kick to the gut and a backhand to the face. Deadpool fell to the ground and tried to get up until he felt a foot press on his back. He saw Frankie grab his arm and press his hand against the joint where his elbow was.

"N-n-now I know what you're thinking," Deadpool said frantically, "Should I break his arm? A-a-and the answer might just surprise you--!"

Deadpool felt the bones break as Frankie ripped off his forearm which caused the Merc to scream like a little girl. Frankie looked down on his former idol with disappointment. Nearby, Aang crawled towards the scene and saw what Frankie did. None of them were ready for today, not even close.

To be continued...