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Elektra, Deadpool, and various other characters in this Fan Fiction are Copyrighted and Trademarked by Marvel. These characters are owned by, and thus are the sole property of Marvel. Marvel has nothing to do with this story, and these events are not a part of the regular comic's continuum. This is a work of Fan Fiction, and therefore all rights of the characters
remain that of Marvel Comics. The story however, is my creation, and
belongs to me.
Assassin-Nation: Opportunity.
The city is New York. It is a regular hub of activity. From crime, to heroism, it has it all. A small bar, Tommy's Bar and Grill, in the less crowded part of town. Sitting at a small table in a well lit corner, is a man. His face is badly scarred from an accident many years ago, but that doesn't seem to bother him, or anyone else in the establishment.
The man is Wade Wilson, and he is professional. Exactly what type of professional differs with each person asked. Some would say he is a Hit man, while others would call him a High-Tech Mercenary. Still more would venture to call him, an assassin. All of these things are truth in part. The man does various types of work that require his "special skills." He'll do anything from killing, to stealing documents, if the money is right.
"Hey, Tommy, can I get another one?!" The man calls out over the din in the bar to the owner/ bartender. In a matter of moments, the burly man strides to the table and sets a fresh bottle of some random beer in front of Wade.
"Sure thing, Wilson, I'll put this one on your tab," he says with a light smirk. The man turns and walks back to stand behind the bar once more, joining in the idle conversation taking place between a man and his girlfriend.
Wade carefully tips the bottle to his lips, and drains roughly a quarter of the beer before glancing around the place. He'd been here a hundred times before. On the south wall there was the large stuffed Mahi- Mahi, mounted above the picture of Tommy and the pole that caught the monster fish. On the east wall, were various pictures of Tommy, his family, and his closest friends, not to mention a few of the Professional Baseball players that have visited the small bar. The west wall was nearly bare, being home to only a single pennant, bearing the name of the Yankees. The north wall was where the bar was situated, and the door into the storage room.
From his hip there came a soft buzzing sound as his pager began to buzz and vibrate. Wade unclipped the thing, and looked at it for a moment. He slowly stood and looked towards the bar, "I'll catch you later, Tommy, duty calls." With a short salute, he took his leave and walked out the glass door to the streets.
In a matter of mere minutes, the man was back within the confines of his apartment. He lifted his phone from the receiver and dialed the number that had shown on his pager. After a moment, he spoke, "This is Wilson, what's the job?" He nodded slowly as the voice on the other end of the phone spoke.
"Hmmm and how much are we talking?" Once more, he nodded slowly. "Not enough. If you expect me to work with someone else, you'll need to double that figure and then round it up to the nearest ten thousand."
There was a slight break, and then a second from Wade Wilson. "You have a deal. Deadpool will be there within the hour. It was a pleasure."
The man Wade Wilson quickly began to his transformation from regular Joe, to not-so-regular James. In his room, he opened a secret panel, and quickly donned the red and black spandex and body armor that was his costume. He strapped on a pair of long swords, and a light utility belt that housed a multitude of various explosives, and escape devices. He strapped two holsters at his sides, each holding a fifty caliber Desert Eagle.
Across his chest he quickly strapped a pair of ammunition belts, though had been converted into a second utility belt which carried multiple high tech devices. On his left wrist, he strapped a small watch, which doubled as a teleporter and an image inducer.
Wade Wilson was now Deadpool, hit man for hire, mercenary for money, and all around assassin. Deadpool quickly exited his apartment through a window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof.
Once up on the roof top, Deadpool pushed a small button located at his wrist. In a silent and bright flash, he was gone. When he reappeared, mere seconds later, he was on another roof top, halfway across town. He took a few steps forward, only to hear the customary click of a hammer being drawn behind him.
"A trap, Oh come on, you have to be kidding," he said to whoever it was behind him. His voice was full of amusement, and it was clear that the Mercenary was not worried in the least.
Meanwhile.
A darkened rooftop is filled with the sounds of battle. On one side, there is a woman, dressed all in crimson. On the other side, there are three men wielding nasty looking swords with jagged edges. The men were quickly surrounding the woman, who was merely standing there with her arms crossed, waiting.
One man spoke up, his voice angered, if not irritated, "You still don't get it, Elektra. The Hand does not allow anyone to escape their grasp." With that said, all three men moved as one. The triangle closed quickly and swords flashed in the moonlight, as the men tried, once again, to remove the one that got away.
The men were fast, incredibly so, but Elektra was faster. She ducked one swing, and at the same time lifted her left leg high into the air to avoid a second slashing weapon. As the third strike comes in, moving blindingly fast towards her midsection, two flashes caught in the shimmer of the moon.
A pair of steel Sais came from beneath the crimson sash at her waist, catching the sword before they could hit their target and sending it to the side easily. Before the three men had even the slightest time to react, Elektra was moving. He extended leg sweeping hard across one of them men's faces, at the same time she pushed into a spinning leap. While in the air, but after knocking a few teeth loose of the first man, the Hand trained assassin flung a sai in two separate directions.
One man caught the sai hard in the throat, toppling with a sick gurgle before he went into the great beyond. The other man was slightly less lucky. The hurled in his direction with uncanny speed, but the man saw it coming. He moved to get the sword up to block the flying death dealer, but he misjudged the speed, if only by a fraction of a second. The steel weapon hit him with a hard crack, right in the forehead. The man was dead before the forced back flip was completed. When he landed, the sai was pushed completely through his skull, so that it projected from the back of his skull.
Elektra turned to the man that was still regaining his feet, and leapt forward, lashing out with a brutal barrage of kicks, punches, and straight hand thrusts to the throat. The man reeled backward, a hand at his throat. "Now, you should learn that I am not one to be told what to do, and I serve no one." Elektra kicked out, hitting the man square in the chest, and sending him flying over the roof's edge.
The man dropped the five stories, landing head first through a taxi cab's window, dead on impact.
The crimson assassin moved quickly, from one body to the other, retrieving her Sais from the men they each stuck within, wiping them clean on the men's black uniforms. As she stood from the second man, after wiping and replacing her weapon of choice, a whizzing sound was heard. The assassin merely tilted her head to the left as the shiny disk flew past.
Elektra's eyes narrowed, and scanned the surrounding area, only to find herself alone, again, utterly alone. She turned slowly, and approached the small sliver disk. When she reached out to touch the thing, it slowly opened up, and her reaction was jump backwards quickly.
The disk projected a small holographic image, and it spoke to her, literally. "Elektra, we have heard many good things about you. I am the head of a multi-national corporation, and I have a job for you. For simply showing up, and hearing me out, you will receive a sum of ten thousand American dollars. Come to the Micron Enterprises building, and be there within the hour. I'd suggest you go, before this disk explodes."
Elektra turned and left the building's roof. Moving stealthily from building to building, she was off, already having made up her mind. She would listen to this man's proposition. In the background, she heard as the disk exploded. Her night was far from over, but just where the night would take her. was anyone's guess.
Elektra, Deadpool, and various other characters in this Fan Fiction are Copyrighted and Trademarked by Marvel. These characters are owned by, and thus are the sole property of Marvel. Marvel has nothing to do with this story, and these events are not a part of the regular comic's continuum. This is a work of Fan Fiction, and therefore all rights of the characters
remain that of Marvel Comics. The story however, is my creation, and
belongs to me.
Assassin-Nation: Opportunity.
The city is New York. It is a regular hub of activity. From crime, to heroism, it has it all. A small bar, Tommy's Bar and Grill, in the less crowded part of town. Sitting at a small table in a well lit corner, is a man. His face is badly scarred from an accident many years ago, but that doesn't seem to bother him, or anyone else in the establishment.
The man is Wade Wilson, and he is professional. Exactly what type of professional differs with each person asked. Some would say he is a Hit man, while others would call him a High-Tech Mercenary. Still more would venture to call him, an assassin. All of these things are truth in part. The man does various types of work that require his "special skills." He'll do anything from killing, to stealing documents, if the money is right.
"Hey, Tommy, can I get another one?!" The man calls out over the din in the bar to the owner/ bartender. In a matter of moments, the burly man strides to the table and sets a fresh bottle of some random beer in front of Wade.
"Sure thing, Wilson, I'll put this one on your tab," he says with a light smirk. The man turns and walks back to stand behind the bar once more, joining in the idle conversation taking place between a man and his girlfriend.
Wade carefully tips the bottle to his lips, and drains roughly a quarter of the beer before glancing around the place. He'd been here a hundred times before. On the south wall there was the large stuffed Mahi- Mahi, mounted above the picture of Tommy and the pole that caught the monster fish. On the east wall, were various pictures of Tommy, his family, and his closest friends, not to mention a few of the Professional Baseball players that have visited the small bar. The west wall was nearly bare, being home to only a single pennant, bearing the name of the Yankees. The north wall was where the bar was situated, and the door into the storage room.
From his hip there came a soft buzzing sound as his pager began to buzz and vibrate. Wade unclipped the thing, and looked at it for a moment. He slowly stood and looked towards the bar, "I'll catch you later, Tommy, duty calls." With a short salute, he took his leave and walked out the glass door to the streets.
In a matter of mere minutes, the man was back within the confines of his apartment. He lifted his phone from the receiver and dialed the number that had shown on his pager. After a moment, he spoke, "This is Wilson, what's the job?" He nodded slowly as the voice on the other end of the phone spoke.
"Hmmm and how much are we talking?" Once more, he nodded slowly. "Not enough. If you expect me to work with someone else, you'll need to double that figure and then round it up to the nearest ten thousand."
There was a slight break, and then a second from Wade Wilson. "You have a deal. Deadpool will be there within the hour. It was a pleasure."
The man Wade Wilson quickly began to his transformation from regular Joe, to not-so-regular James. In his room, he opened a secret panel, and quickly donned the red and black spandex and body armor that was his costume. He strapped on a pair of long swords, and a light utility belt that housed a multitude of various explosives, and escape devices. He strapped two holsters at his sides, each holding a fifty caliber Desert Eagle.
Across his chest he quickly strapped a pair of ammunition belts, though had been converted into a second utility belt which carried multiple high tech devices. On his left wrist, he strapped a small watch, which doubled as a teleporter and an image inducer.
Wade Wilson was now Deadpool, hit man for hire, mercenary for money, and all around assassin. Deadpool quickly exited his apartment through a window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof.
Once up on the roof top, Deadpool pushed a small button located at his wrist. In a silent and bright flash, he was gone. When he reappeared, mere seconds later, he was on another roof top, halfway across town. He took a few steps forward, only to hear the customary click of a hammer being drawn behind him.
"A trap, Oh come on, you have to be kidding," he said to whoever it was behind him. His voice was full of amusement, and it was clear that the Mercenary was not worried in the least.
Meanwhile.
A darkened rooftop is filled with the sounds of battle. On one side, there is a woman, dressed all in crimson. On the other side, there are three men wielding nasty looking swords with jagged edges. The men were quickly surrounding the woman, who was merely standing there with her arms crossed, waiting.
One man spoke up, his voice angered, if not irritated, "You still don't get it, Elektra. The Hand does not allow anyone to escape their grasp." With that said, all three men moved as one. The triangle closed quickly and swords flashed in the moonlight, as the men tried, once again, to remove the one that got away.
The men were fast, incredibly so, but Elektra was faster. She ducked one swing, and at the same time lifted her left leg high into the air to avoid a second slashing weapon. As the third strike comes in, moving blindingly fast towards her midsection, two flashes caught in the shimmer of the moon.
A pair of steel Sais came from beneath the crimson sash at her waist, catching the sword before they could hit their target and sending it to the side easily. Before the three men had even the slightest time to react, Elektra was moving. He extended leg sweeping hard across one of them men's faces, at the same time she pushed into a spinning leap. While in the air, but after knocking a few teeth loose of the first man, the Hand trained assassin flung a sai in two separate directions.
One man caught the sai hard in the throat, toppling with a sick gurgle before he went into the great beyond. The other man was slightly less lucky. The hurled in his direction with uncanny speed, but the man saw it coming. He moved to get the sword up to block the flying death dealer, but he misjudged the speed, if only by a fraction of a second. The steel weapon hit him with a hard crack, right in the forehead. The man was dead before the forced back flip was completed. When he landed, the sai was pushed completely through his skull, so that it projected from the back of his skull.
Elektra turned to the man that was still regaining his feet, and leapt forward, lashing out with a brutal barrage of kicks, punches, and straight hand thrusts to the throat. The man reeled backward, a hand at his throat. "Now, you should learn that I am not one to be told what to do, and I serve no one." Elektra kicked out, hitting the man square in the chest, and sending him flying over the roof's edge.
The man dropped the five stories, landing head first through a taxi cab's window, dead on impact.
The crimson assassin moved quickly, from one body to the other, retrieving her Sais from the men they each stuck within, wiping them clean on the men's black uniforms. As she stood from the second man, after wiping and replacing her weapon of choice, a whizzing sound was heard. The assassin merely tilted her head to the left as the shiny disk flew past.
Elektra's eyes narrowed, and scanned the surrounding area, only to find herself alone, again, utterly alone. She turned slowly, and approached the small sliver disk. When she reached out to touch the thing, it slowly opened up, and her reaction was jump backwards quickly.
The disk projected a small holographic image, and it spoke to her, literally. "Elektra, we have heard many good things about you. I am the head of a multi-national corporation, and I have a job for you. For simply showing up, and hearing me out, you will receive a sum of ten thousand American dollars. Come to the Micron Enterprises building, and be there within the hour. I'd suggest you go, before this disk explodes."
Elektra turned and left the building's roof. Moving stealthily from building to building, she was off, already having made up her mind. She would listen to this man's proposition. In the background, she heard as the disk exploded. Her night was far from over, but just where the night would take her. was anyone's guess.