Deadpool's Angels

It wasn't really complicated.

Anna began to tell Deadpool what happened when the mine collapsed. He initially thought that she would keep quiet and sulk back at her lonely corner, but she responded to all his questions cooperatively.

Basically, she killed someone who wanted to loot her father when he was crushed under a cart filled with ore in the mine. But it turns out that her father sold her out for a good amount of money.

"Hmm... how did you kill that looter?" Deadpool asked as he tilted his head quizzically.

"Just as you think, I used the power of the devil," Anna laughed as the flames of the torches began shaking like waves on a lake surface.

The prison warden then shouted with a trembling voice, "Shut up! Vile sorceress!"

"Hey, quiet, old man, I'm thinking..." Deadpool shut the prison warden up as he began to study the shaking flames around him. "Show me."

"Your Highness, this is no laughing matter!" the Chief Knight interjected as he furrowed his brows.

Telling those who are afraid of the girl to back off, Deadpool heard Barov saying, "Don't panic, for around her neck she has a 'God's Locket of Retribution'! One cannot use the devil's power with God's protection!"

As the commotion got louder behind him, Deadpool fell into thought as he studied Anna from an arm's length away. He saw her soft facial features that was blank and unsettling, as if she was one with death. She reminded him of someone from a long time ago...

He then looked at Anna and said, "Don't feel so down. I've met many who are like you before. Sad, depressed, broken, and yet, unyielding."

Anna looked up at him and waited for him to continue talking, ignoring the men behind Deadpool that were still making a racket.

"Go on then, Poodleface... show me what you can do."

"Do you not fear a witch, my lord?" Deadpool heard Anna asking.

"Trust me, honey, I have probably seen worse than what you can do. And besides, if you can really kill me, I should gladly accept it fearlessly. But the same cannot be said for your father."

Deadpool saw the torches around him dimming and the flames becoming little sparks. Behind him, panting and prayers could be heard, as well as thuds of people who tripped while trying to run back to the surface.

"Alright, enough with the petty tricks, I've got other stuff to do," Deadpool said as reached out to Anna, grabbed the pendant around her neck, and tugged on the locket, snapping the chain.

What he did startled the poor girl.

All of a sudden, the place felt very warm. The puddle of water on the ground started to evaporate and turning into steam. Blazing flames rose from beneath Anna and all the torches exploded at once, blinding everyone in that chamber.

Everyone except for Deadpool and Anna screamed in terror.

Anna moved forward and the iron bars that stopped her from leaving became pillars of fire. Soon, the iron bars turned from crimson to a light yellow and began to melt.

This meant that they were being heated to over 1,500 degrees Celsius, a temperature that seemed practically impossible to Deadpool to achieve without insulating measures... or a superpower.

Anna took her first step out of her cell.

Deadpool stood his ground as he felt the the biting and painful heat. He had rejuvenation powers alright, but shit still hurts. He felt his skin melting and his clothes combusting as Anna took one step closer to him.

He saw that her clothes were reduced to ashes and she was cloaked in a ball of flames.

As they made eye contact for a fleeting moment, the flames disappeared.

All that remained was the hot air, the melted prison bars, the burning torches, as well as Anna's burned clothes. Evidence that all this were real and not an illusion.

Besides Deadpool and the Chief Knight, the other men had all collapsed to the ground, and the prison warden was so scared that he soiled his pants. Anna now stood naked outside the cell, and her arm shackles were gone. She did not hide her naked body, her hands hanging naturally at her side and her blue eyes appearing as peaceful as before.

"Now that I have satisfied your curiosity, my lord," Anna said. "Can you kill me now?"

"No," Deadpool turned around in the nude (his clothes were burned). Taking a coat from one of the fainted men on the ground, he approached the girl and wrapped the coat around her.

"Once upon a time, I met a group interesting women who worked together with this guy called Doctor Strange," Deadpool said as he smiled at her with his ugly face. "They called themselves... Witches."

Anna kept quiet as she felt the coat that covered her.

"Not an interesting name. Someone even referred to them as Charlie's Angels before... So, I wish to create my own superhero team right here called Deadpool's Angels..."

"Who is Deadpool, Your Highness?" he heard the Chief Knight asking.

"FUCK, YOU JUST HAD TO RUIN THE MOMENT!"

The Chief Knight was shouted at by Deadpool. Anna jumped bewilderingly at his sudden outburst.

"Now, where was I... ah yes. Roland's Angels. Whatever..." Deadpool sighed as he regained his composure and coughed out loud.

Putting his right hand on Anna's shoulder and softly stroking her face with the other, he said with a forcedly gentle tone, "Miss Anna, I want to hire you."