Deadpool: New World
It was a cold night. Too cold. How the hell was it so cold when it was the middle of the summer?
Oh, eight year old Wade Wilson thought. Dad's back.
It was time for the beatings again. The pain. The sorrow. The blood of his mother, wasted on the floor. All because his father wanted a fucking drink.
"Howdy ~burp~ ho Wilson clan," hus father said. "I hope you guys are ready to have a real fucking party! I'm thinking threesome. I got some buddies just waiting to -"
"Honey, please," Wade's mother begged. "You're drunk. Why don't you just go lie down."
And that's when Wade saw it for the last time. His father, slicing his pocket knife across his mother's face. Wade cried as he saw the crimson liquid fall to the floor. But the thing that made Wade angriest of all was his father's drunken smile. He was enjoying this! How could someone be so evil to put their own family through this?
His father turned to him with a smile.
"Rule number three of the pimp code, son," he said. "Always keep a shank for your skank."
He would never learn what the first two were. His father jumped on top of his mother, ripping her clothes off, and nibbling on her neck, all while his mother tried to get him off her, to no avail.
"Stop! Don't do this! You're drunk, Henry! I don't want this!" his mother called as loud as she could.
It didn't help.
Before he even thought about it Wade grabbed his father's pocket knife, which had fell to the floor and rammed it into the side of his neck.
"Leave her alone," Wade yelled through tears.
His father yelled in pain as blood squirted from his neck, onto Wade's mother, who looked so surprised she might die, too. Wade's father fell to his side. Nothing more than another statistic.
Wade's mother looked accusingly at her son.
"What have you done?!" she screamed. "What're we going to do now?"
Wade just sat there and cried. He barely knew what was going on, but he knew he didn't like his mother being mad at him. His mother looked at him and at th blood on her clothes. The only thing on her face was sympathy and understanding.
"Let's go," she told her son.
"Shut up Weasel," Wade Wilson said into his cellphone.
Wade was sitting in his favorite bar, with his favorite drink, talking to favorite person, doing his least favorie conversation.
"Hey," Weasel said over the phone. "It isn't my fault you let the girl go because your conscience kicked in."
"The lady didn't deseve to die," Wade replied. "She owned a flower shop for God's sake."
"A hit is a hit, 'Pool," he said. "What're you gonna tell that guy who already paid you to kill her?"
I don't know," Wade replied. "I'll probably just tell him that spider-guy interfered. If he doesn't buy that, I'll kill him."
"Fair enough."
Wade looked and saw something that made him smile.
"Hey Weas," he said. "I'll talk to you later."
Wade hung up and walked to see an "old friend."
Logan was pissed.
Being shot will do that to you. As he walked into the Manhattan bar, he just wished Fury could get someone else to run his errands.
I'm too fucking old for this, he thought grimly.
He barely got away from them. Of coarse, it's not like they could've killed him thanks to his healing factor, but the bullets don't exactly feel like pebbles.
Logan was a short and stocky man with large sideburns that made him look animalistic. Fury said he looked like a sick croscross between Hugh Jackman and Danny Devito.
While Logan was busy monologuing and complaining, a man walked to him.
"Logan!" the man said. "How's my favorite tonsurephobic?"
Logan was pretty sure he had never seen the man before, even though he did seem familiar. The man was tall and muscular. He was also blond and had a large smile om his face.
"Oh come on," the man said, reading his blank stare. "Don't you have, like awesome smelling or something?"
Logan started sniffing the air...and recognized the smell of the man almost instantly. Wade Wilson. Deadpool.
God no, Logan thought. Please.
Logan knew Wade from their times as captives of the Weapon X program. Him, Wade, and Domino had escaped together, but went their seperate ways afterwards. Logan had spent all the years since then trying to forget all of that. Seeing Wade again, here, brought all his old memories back. All the experiments...
Logan instinctively felt over his hands, where he could feel his adamantium claws under his skin just waiting to come out. Needless to say, Logan was not happy to see Wade.
"What do you want, Wade?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Just wanted to say 'hi' to my old buddy Wolvie." Wade asked.
"Good," Logan said. "Now go away."
"Damn," Wade said genuinely hurt. "What, someone stole your bone and buried it without you?"
"Leave Wade," Logan said. "Now."
"So, what's been going on with you," Wade asks, obviously trying to annoy him. Logan decided to just ignore him, and maybe he'd go away.
"Yeah, nothing much for me either," he continued. "I was thinking about starting a superhero pornsite -"
Just then, a bullet flew through Wade's beer, which he had been holding.
"Oh shit," Wade and Logan said in unison.
Then, gunshots started to fly through the windows of the bar. Logan and Wade dove to the ground as screams filled the bar and cries for fallen loved ones rang out.
Sorry I haven't posted anything for a while. Those technical difficulties I talked about earlier are a pain, plus, I just haven't found the time. Those technical difficlties are the same resin this chaptechapter is formatted weird. And kinda short. Also, I know I said this would be Wolverine: New World, but Deadpool is cooler so...