The Deadpool By Matt Lee
Jamaica. A tropical island paradise, filled with nice people, exotic creatures, lush foilage, good food, good music, and good times! Paradise. but not for long. A lone plane streaked across the midnight sky. Because everyone was asleep, the plane went by unnoticed. It landed on a small strip of land inside an area with plenty of foilage for camoflouge. But somewhere in this foilage lies a small hut. This small hut belongs to a Corneilious Calioth, and he's a very rich man. On the landing site a man stepped off the plane, holding a dark briefcase in his hands. He stepped briskly towards the hut as the plane took off again. The man stepped into the hut, not bothering to knock. Calioth was directly in front of him. He was sitting in a large chair with a large table in front of him. A single light bulb dangled above it. That was Corneilious Calioth's hut. Of course it was not his home, it was his office. "Ahhh, Corneilious! It is glad to once again see you," the man said in a smooth spanish accent. "Do you have the goods, Lorther,"asked Calioth? "Yes. I'll need fifty grand." "Stuff's getting expensive, but here you are." Calioth handed Lorther another briefcase, the man handed Calioth the one he was holding. In unison, they opened the briefcases. Calioth's contained quite a large amount of crack cocaine, the Lorther's contained fifty grand. Calioth stood to shake the Lorther's hand. "A pleasure, as always-" It was then that the hut's only window smashed into pieces as some lunatic jumped in through it! "Okay, guys! Which one of you is Lorther Balentino? You've got a nice cash bonus on your head, and I'm out of toaster strudel!" "Deadpool." said Lorther. "Hey! I'm known! Maybe I'll finally get to print my hands in the cement at that chinese garden place in California! Right next to John Wayne! Hee hee, that would be sweet!" "Lets end this Deadpool," said Luther. "Okay, we can fight if you wanna, but first." as Deadpool said it he pulled out a pistol and then said "you waskany wabbit!" He then shot Calioth. Calioth slumped to the floor. "Oh goody! Red's my favorite color," exclaimed Deadpool! "Enough!" Lorther leapt at him, he pulled out a gun and placed it in his hand. He fired off a round. "I know you've got a healing factor, Deadpool, but I just wanted to let out the stress before I tear you in two," screamed Lorther! "Now I'm not gonna pretend it doesn't sting a little," whimpered Deadpool. "You sarcastic son of a-" Deadpool threw a knife at Lorther before he could finish the sentence. "I love to stab! Stabbity, stab, stab!" "Deadpool," wheezed Lorther. This isn't over. I will kill you for your acts of murder!" "Yeah well, you're not dead yet, beside, that's what I do! Murder!" "I'll kill you!" Lorther leapt up, despite his wound. He fired again at Deadpool, but missed. He was out of ammunition. That's when Deadpool pulled out a very large gun. "Now, sonny, listen closely! This is the dangerous part!" Deadpool pointed at the gun's muzzle. "And these are the toys that go BOOM!" Deadpool then pointed at the grenades attached to the rifle, ready to be fired. "Try to stay away from both!" "I'll kill you," Lorther said, for the last time. Deadpool pulled the trigger. KABOOM! The trees shook all around them. "WEEEEEEE!!! I wanna ride it again! Again!," yelled Deadpool. "Now it's time to go collect the cash. Lets see, what shall I buy with it? I need toaster strudel, food for my crazy little ferret Mikey, more toys that go boom." The jungle lay in waste all around him as he walked away, a charred body with vengance sworn upon it lay among the rubble. "That was so kewl :^P," said Deadpool as he walked off into the shadows. Another job well done! THE END.or is it?!
Jamaica. A tropical island paradise, filled with nice people, exotic creatures, lush foilage, good food, good music, and good times! Paradise. but not for long. A lone plane streaked across the midnight sky. Because everyone was asleep, the plane went by unnoticed. It landed on a small strip of land inside an area with plenty of foilage for camoflouge. But somewhere in this foilage lies a small hut. This small hut belongs to a Corneilious Calioth, and he's a very rich man. On the landing site a man stepped off the plane, holding a dark briefcase in his hands. He stepped briskly towards the hut as the plane took off again. The man stepped into the hut, not bothering to knock. Calioth was directly in front of him. He was sitting in a large chair with a large table in front of him. A single light bulb dangled above it. That was Corneilious Calioth's hut. Of course it was not his home, it was his office. "Ahhh, Corneilious! It is glad to once again see you," the man said in a smooth spanish accent. "Do you have the goods, Lorther,"asked Calioth? "Yes. I'll need fifty grand." "Stuff's getting expensive, but here you are." Calioth handed Lorther another briefcase, the man handed Calioth the one he was holding. In unison, they opened the briefcases. Calioth's contained quite a large amount of crack cocaine, the Lorther's contained fifty grand. Calioth stood to shake the Lorther's hand. "A pleasure, as always-" It was then that the hut's only window smashed into pieces as some lunatic jumped in through it! "Okay, guys! Which one of you is Lorther Balentino? You've got a nice cash bonus on your head, and I'm out of toaster strudel!" "Deadpool." said Lorther. "Hey! I'm known! Maybe I'll finally get to print my hands in the cement at that chinese garden place in California! Right next to John Wayne! Hee hee, that would be sweet!" "Lets end this Deadpool," said Luther. "Okay, we can fight if you wanna, but first." as Deadpool said it he pulled out a pistol and then said "you waskany wabbit!" He then shot Calioth. Calioth slumped to the floor. "Oh goody! Red's my favorite color," exclaimed Deadpool! "Enough!" Lorther leapt at him, he pulled out a gun and placed it in his hand. He fired off a round. "I know you've got a healing factor, Deadpool, but I just wanted to let out the stress before I tear you in two," screamed Lorther! "Now I'm not gonna pretend it doesn't sting a little," whimpered Deadpool. "You sarcastic son of a-" Deadpool threw a knife at Lorther before he could finish the sentence. "I love to stab! Stabbity, stab, stab!" "Deadpool," wheezed Lorther. This isn't over. I will kill you for your acts of murder!" "Yeah well, you're not dead yet, beside, that's what I do! Murder!" "I'll kill you!" Lorther leapt up, despite his wound. He fired again at Deadpool, but missed. He was out of ammunition. That's when Deadpool pulled out a very large gun. "Now, sonny, listen closely! This is the dangerous part!" Deadpool pointed at the gun's muzzle. "And these are the toys that go BOOM!" Deadpool then pointed at the grenades attached to the rifle, ready to be fired. "Try to stay away from both!" "I'll kill you," Lorther said, for the last time. Deadpool pulled the trigger. KABOOM! The trees shook all around them. "WEEEEEEE!!! I wanna ride it again! Again!," yelled Deadpool. "Now it's time to go collect the cash. Lets see, what shall I buy with it? I need toaster strudel, food for my crazy little ferret Mikey, more toys that go boom." The jungle lay in waste all around him as he walked away, a charred body with vengance sworn upon it lay among the rubble. "That was so kewl :^P," said Deadpool as he walked off into the shadows. Another job well done! THE END.or is it?!