It was a dark night, clear skies, not a cloud in sight. Beyond the hole in the fence, all the dead soldiers and the bullets in the walls, there was a building with one small room. And in that room, there was one man, in a red and black suit, wielding swords and wearing a mask.
BANG! The bullet goes right through the mask, and his body crumples to the ground. "That'll teach him to mess with us."
"Yeah, I think we finally got him to shut up, I am pretty sure that this guy mighta been insane."
"Well fellas the correct term you are looking for is cuckoo, oh and one more thing, catch."
The grenade lands then explodes right at the base of the 2 guards, throwing their bodies out of the room and into the wall in the hallway. They were both clearly dead.
"Why won't anyone ever catch those when I throw them, it's like they are too busy trying not to die, I mean who has time for that." He, spitting the bullet from his mouth.
"Well you do have to consider the fact that they actually can die you know"
"Well who cares about that, that shouldn't have an impact on their catching ability"
"Yeah I agree with him"
"Which one?"
"The one that's not you"
Arguing. The man is always arguing. Crazy some call him, ok, all call him. He doesn't deny it. He embraces it. And then there is death. Many men fear death in this world. But this man seeks it, he loans for the sweet taste of death. Always so close to it, but always so far away.
"Who the heck is that idiot talking to?
"I don't know, but I don't really want to find out, can't we just shoot 'im already.
"All right, on three, one, two –"
"THREE, BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG."
All of the bodies fell to the ground. Riddle with tons of bullets.
"A bit excessive if I may point out, mabey next ti-"
"THAT WAS AWESOME, do it againg, do it again"
"C'mon ladies, stop fighting, we got a guy to kill so we can get paid, then we can go buy chimichangas for the next three days"
"Were ladies?"
"It was a joke moron"
He walks do the hall, decapitating every guard that gets in his way. By the time he reaches the end of the hall, he is riddled with bullets and his costume is tattered. His I heart NY underwear is clearly visible underneath.
"Nice underwear you freak"
"Why thank you this is my favorite pair, and it is actua-"
"That was sarcasm, not a compliment, he was insulting you."
"Oh, I see how it's gonna be, well in that case I got plenty of pineapple surprise topped with bullets for all of ya."
The merc with a mouth. That's what they call him. A joke really. But he doesn't mind. He is quite fond of jokes himself.
"I'd like to see you try to take us all down you crazy person."
"Your wish is my command" He says with a creepy and nerve winding smile. "Boom boom"
"Oh this is gonna be good"
Five minutes later, and he is trying to put his arm back on, when he finally gets it reattached he notices one guy trying to limp away, because he somehow managed to survive all the chaos that just happened. He pulls a gun on him and speaks one sentence before letting him leave.
"Hey you, I need you to deliver a message for me, tell your boss Deadpool's got a contract, and his name is on it."
"You know it probably wasn't wise to tell him your name"
"Who cares he is going to be dead in about ten minutes anyway."
"Good point"
"And who can forget all the C4 we placed under the main building before we came inside right"
"Ah yes good old C4, now where did I put that button, ah, here it is. Boop."
"Sir there is someone here to kill you, says his name is deadpool or something like that."
"WHAT! Ha, he thinks he can kill me, I would like to see him tr-"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
And in the distance, you see him, walking away from the building.