Chapter 1: The Client
The car engine remained running as the headlights lit up a shadow filled New York City.
Deadpool watched closely as his client exited the car and made his way into the opposing building before gazing back into the roof of his scope.
"Come to Papa" Deadpool silently commanded with a crouched stance on top of the Daily Bugle.
The Daily Bugle was New York's biggest printing press in both size and popularity which made it not the most ideal place especially since he was dressed in his iconic red and black with holsters that contained daggers, katanas and one or two shurikens for some reason. However despite the lack of stealth the perfect shot meant everything in this business since an inch too low could mean a failed contract and a loss of reputation, but an inch higher and it could mean $300,000.
The chatter from the reporters below echoed upwards towards Deadpool's ears, The Bugle was a credit to New York as the city that never sleeps since it never stopped running and it never halted its ear to the stories New York City would conjure especially something like a man in red and black on the rooftops, not that it mattered of course because he made sure to lock the door behind him, with one or two C4s for good measure.
"What are we doing here again?" a bothersome voice emerged from inside Deadpool's head.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?" a second voice denounced.
"I have alzheimers" the first voice explained.
The second voice grunted "HOW DO YOU HAVE ALZHEIMERS? YOU'RE A VOICE CREATED BY A SCHIZOPHRENIC MERCENARY WHO HAS BEEN SITTING HERE WATCHING A MEETING OF A MAN WITH A STUPID GOATEE WHO RECEIVED DEATH THREATS IN THE MAIL TODAY."
"There, see was that so hard?" the first voice gleefully announced.
"Shhh" Deadpool whispered as he lowered the 7.62 calibre sniper rifle towards the arced window.
"Wait did you say he got threatened today? What kind of boring psychopath threatens someone on a frickin' Sunday?" the first voice pressed to the second voice's dismay.
The client quickly scribbled on a piece of paper before slyly shielding it behind him as he leaned back against the pane of the glass.
"Oooh oooh what does it say" the first voice enquired with excitement.
Deadpool zoomed in on the scratchings "Uh oh."
The writing on the paper was shabby but still clear "She's Here".
The man's head twitched to the left to reveal a quarter of the woman's pale face, it was all Deadpool needed to squeeze the trigger.
"Bye bye Ms. American Pie" Deadpool crooned as the bullet swerved rapidly across.
The unstoppable speed of the projectile carried a ferocious accurate thump that was nigh homicidally beautiful.
But as Deadpool soon realised this city is a city where anything can happen.
Ammunition could fly all night long and never be stopped, until that night.
The bullets were stunned mid-air as a glimpse of the woman's pupil bulged.
"Uhh...was that supposed to happen?" the first voice pondered from inside Deadpool's head as the fired bullet stood frozen from within the window capturing both the smoke and acceleration.
Deadpool stood back for three seconds of disbelief before he cocked, locked and reloaded firing three more times, but each one slowed down as soon as they entered the room.
Everything within the mysterious four walls had seemingly lost its ability of motion.
A flick of the woman's dark hair waved as she casually placed her hands on the client's shoulders and shifted his head in front of the frozen bullets.
The client's face was numbed still in a permanent state of shock and fear to the point that his heart rate was at a rocketing fast pace for five straight minutes and if Deadpool didn't do something fast the client was going to go into cardiac arrest.
"Not today sweetheart" Deadpool rushed for his pistol that knelt next to his grenades, ammo and stale chimichangas but it was unattainable. His muscles began to cease as well as his pace. The mercenary forced his head slowly towards the arced window to find the woman had vanished and the client was trembling at the six critical golden bullets.
"Hush now" the woman taunted from behind Deadpool's halted ear. "We wouldn't want any more shots fired at your client now would we?".
Deadpool attempted to make a word, a vowel, anything but all he could do was accept a momentary defeat and listen to the woman's playful nefarious tone as a word would take almost a decade to speak.
The woman rubbed her two fingers together "Tell me mercenary why did your client have an empty book? Why did he do what he did to me? what does it all mean?"
Deadpool's jaws remained clung together by the hands of time.
"It's alright" The woman briefly chuckled "Even if you could talk you wouldn't tell me...no, you want to kill me don't you? Oh I'm sure you can and I'm sure I can't kill you, at least not yet. It must be fun being invincible, not having to worry about death. But I bet you in all that liberty, it must be pretty lonely watching others leave. You could say it's only a matter of time before you...snap".
The woman snapped her fingers as time abruptly returned to normal and the six bullets flung through the client's skull causing an explosion of blood that scattered across all four of the walls.
The woman spoke with an assertive tone "I must go now, my job is done. Don't worry you'll return to normal too in about five minutes since I wouldn't want our blind date to be spoiled when the police arrive. If you hurry over you might still be able to get about twenty dollars from his pocket."
The shrill of the sirens announced Deadpool's return to normal motion, he reached for his equipment and dashed towards the door.
VVVT VVVT, the vibration from Deadpool's phone.
Not now.
VVVT VVVT
Why now?
VVVT VVVT
Who was it?
VVVT VVVT
"Hello?" Deadpool asked as one hand gave into the temptation while his other hand disabled the C4s and reached for the door handle.
His eyes hesitantly rolled over towards the splattered body of his client that was being investigated thoroughly by forensics.
"Hello" a man responded.
"Wait that voice...you're" Deadpool attempted.
"The client" the man explained "You have to get out of there, come to the address I've texted you but be careful you have no idea who's watching."
"What? but I thought you were dead" Deadpool muttered.
The man announced "All will be revealed tomorrow".