Deathstroke Unlimited

By

Captain Deadpool

Disclaimer: Deathstroke and any related properties are the property of DC Comics.

Chapter 1.5: Broken Child

Captain's Log: This is not chapter 2, exactly, but it is important to the story. I think you guys will enjoy this. Also, there's a new poll up on my profile. I won't spoil the surprise, but I think you'll like it.

10 minutes before the incident.

Five-year-old Rose Wilson slept soundly in her oversized bed in a room that would have been considered fit for any princess. The blonde haired, blue eyed girl was blissfully unaware that her powers would manifest and she would receive her first prophetic vision; a vision so horrible that it would permanently scar her mind.

When it first came upon her, she did not wake. The images were dark and blurred, and she could only make out three figures. The images became more clear and distinct and she could make out three people. She became scared and tried to open her eyes, was as if they were welded shut. She could barely move her small body- to the casual observer it would appear that she was squirming under the sheets, as if having a nightmare.

The more vivid and real the image became, the less she could move until finally her body became limp, her motor control nonexistent. Her blonde in her hair faded away until only white remained, her skin became pale, and her eyes snapped open and she could finally see, but what she saw she could not understand. A gunshot rang in her head over and over again for a solid minute. Without a sound, she got out of bed and left and left her room.

William Randolph Wintergreen had been employed by the Terminator since his life was spared by him. He was well into his sixties but felt older, and while he was sturdy for his age, he looked as old as he felt. Serving the most successful assassin and mercenary in the world was stressful and frightening work that could age a man, after all. He was Slade's accountant, family bodyguard while Slade was away on business, chef, home school teacher, and generally the only person on Earth that the man trusted. Why? Aside from paying well and owing his live to the Terminator, there was a sense of duty.

His life didn't matter much to him and money . . . when did he have time to spend money? However, it isn't a stretch to say that he was the only thing keeping the Terminator from going out of control. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason Slade trusted him. He could argue with him and say he was wrong. Unlike so many other people who have tried Wintergreen was still alive. He suspected that one day he would cross the line and would be finished off.

On the night Adeline was murdered, Wintergreen was in his modest room (compared to the rest of the house), doing paper work. He hadn't undressed for bed yet, except to take off his coat. A gun was lying haphazardly by the papers that were currently being signed.

The door to his office-slash-bedroom opened slowly. Retaining his cool, he stopped what he was doing and put his fingers around the gun, not lifting it from the desk yet. No one could get past Master Slade, but better safe than sorry, right?

"Yes?"

"Wintergreen?" said a small, female voice. He relaxed and let go of the gun.

"Rose? What are you doing up so late . . ." and as he swiveled his chair around to face his guest- Rose was easily his favorite or the Wilson children- he saw her hair, the hair that used to be as blonde as her father's but was now as white as snow.

Her eyes, which seemed to be an even paler blue than usual, were staring straight ahead. This worried the war veteran a great deal.

"What happened to your hair? Did your mother try to dye it, luv?"

She walked up to him, slowly, and he helped her get on his knee. She buried her face in his tunic and started crying. He held her for a moment, unsure of what to do. She didn't seem to be injured, but was in some sort of shock.

"Bang," she chocked down a sob, "Den mommy and daddy don' moves no more, no more!"

"Now calm down," he patted her back gently, "I'm sure your parents are just fine."

"Nuh-uh! I saw! Bang!" and she clung to him more tightly.

"How about we go and see you mum and dad?" he asked, "and then let's get you to a doctor," he said, more to himself than to Rose.

Then the shot, the Bang! In Rose's visions, was heard throughout the house.

The soldiers instincts kicked in- he could sort things out later. He stood up with Rose and sat her down in the office chair.

"Do not move from this spot!" and with that he ran out the door as fast as he could, carrying his gun with him.

Rose was alone and confused. Being five years old, she couldn't fully comprehend what she'd seen. A black pen was tossed aside on Wintergreen's desk. She stood up one the chair, and with some effort managed to reach the object with her short arms. She examined in for a moment or two, clicking it and retracting the tip up and down.

Then she stabbed her left eye with it.