Chapter One.
"When you're confronted with a horrible situation, there're only two reactions that make sense: Laughter and tears. And laughter, after all, is natures anesthetic. Tears hurt too much. My mother had the right idea.
When I was a kid my Dad used to sneak behind the door. He would knock on it twice. I would be standing on the other side of the door, I would say "Who's there?" He would reply with something along the lines of "Cash."
"Cash who?"
"Cashew! I always knew you were a nut!"
Then he was gone. He just left. The door lying wide open, sun dancing in the house to show me. Just standing. I can still remember what my mom said.
"Chin up little guy! When life hands you lemons make another gin and tonic!"
Hah. Yeah. Good one. Curtains rolled. Snare drums. Canned laughter from "F.R.I.E.N.D.S.".
I can still remember when she died. I must've been about fifteen. Ended up hanging with my step-dad. He told me to stop being a little baby. "I'm the baby!" I screamed. "You're the baby!" I said, I grabbed a glass bottle from the glove compartment. "And baby needs his bottle!" I slammed the glass bottle into his mouth over and over again until he couldn't bare it anymore, he tumbled out of the car and fell onto the drive beside the cemetery walls. His teeth and a pool of siliva and teeth fell onto the ground. "Pleash!" He yelled. "Shlop!" He said. Laughter echoed. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YEAH, OK, I'LL SHLOP! Ha, ha, oh God." I said. "W-Why are you lapping?!" He said, his head turning to show me his disgusted eye's.
"Because it's funny." I replied.
Yeah, bastard shipped me off to military school for that stunt. But hey, swings and a-roundabouts, right? Right."
A man spoke into a camera. A terrorist. "This world is going to witness fury like never before. Heroes won't be able to stop it. This is fate. This is war. This is Thanos, this is Apocalypse. This is Galactus and humans hatred rolled into one. This is not a childish game. This is not some warning of events that will never come; people kicking up dirt for no reason. This is the end of everything you've ever loved. There is no hope left for us... And to prove it..."
Men pulled a screaming feminine figure from the backdrop, her head covered by a sack, she was thrown onto the floor. Her head-sack removed. Her red locks dangled in a mess around her battered and bruised yet still pristine pale face, like porceline covered in blood.
"This is Hope Summers. The savior of the mutant race. The heroes that have saved you so many times in the past, themselves have a savior... Well... No one's doing any saving. Heroes... We're waiting..." He grabbed a gun from his belt, and lifelessly shot the young girl in the head. She squealed and dropped to the floor. A pool of crimson emanating. "Most terrorists threaten bombs but I threaten one thing, Earth. We have the Infinity Gauntlet. We the young boy apocalypse and we have fate on our side. We have already built our army; Apocalypse has finally accepted his fate and you, humans, you will bow to us." The camera shut off. The man talking had seemed to be a normal male with a tattoo upon his forehead of Captain America's shield. He had ten rings on each hands, he was rough and he was shaggy looking in deep green robes.
A days ago.
Snow falls on a vast waste-land. It was a white out. Nothing could be seen. She was confused. Lost. She screamed. Her scream shook the Earth itself as it became super-sonic. She whimpered. Not for Warpath but for Deadpool; the one person who had ever truly loved her and she had... Rejected him. Life was in perspective now. "WHO ARE YOU?!" She demanded. She was barking into the snow. She never saw anyone or anything. Suddenly a hand covered her mouth, her super-sonic scream burst his hand which smelt of oil and frustration. She spun to see her purpatrator. Someone she didn't know. But upon seeing him she felt instantly calmer. "... Who are you?" She asked. The mans hand gently healed as blood stained the snow. "My name is not important."
The man was topless. How he could bare to be topless was unthinkable. He had a massive tattoo stretching across his arm and part of his chest. She could not see his face. His hand had now completely healed. "Why am I here?" She whimpered.
"I'm sorry Theresa. I'm so so sorry... But what's the point in the lies. I'm not sorry. I love it."
"Honestly, what are you babbling on about?!" Three claws extended made of pure bone; two from his knuckles and one from his wrist. He pulsed forward and in one quick movement punctured her skin, her blood, in fine droplets dripped upon the ground. His insane eye's glared into her own. "Please, Theresa... Close your eye's." He said. "You do not want me to be your last sight... Heaven might hold it against you." Her limp body dropped to the ground. Crimson snow around her. Her plump red lips lost their colour, and her red hair lay sprewn so perfectly around her head. She coughed. "I-I didn't get to say goodbye..." She said, with her eye's closed tightly.
Cyclops and Beast tracked down her body in the Canadian mountains.
He never ever saw it coming at all. Deadpool had always believed in good old fashioned heroism. Good triumphed over evil. Although he'd been shown otherwise so many times it took this to prove to him that his ideals on heroism was wrong. Nobody had turned up to Siryns funeral. It was just him and one of Theresa's aunts. He wore a suit with his usual costume underneath. It was cold after all. Theresas body was lowered into the hole in the ground. Deadpool just wished it'd worked. But more questions arose. Who done this? But it stemmed deeper than that. Was this Gods way of telling him he had no purpose to be a hero? "God did not do this. Someone did. Someone with claws."
"OK big-guy, we ain't detectives. I'm sad enough without you nattering lines spewing from a Nolan Batman movie in my ear, I mean seriously, that whole opening paragraph was just so... Stupid and Wolverine-ish. "Uuuugh my past isn't goood pity me but then don't because I'm best at what I do hur dur. Seriously. Just for five seconds shut the hell up!" Deadpool whispered to himself, the only reason he did not spew into a massive rant was because of his respect for Theresa. "Woah, sorry..." Said the voice within his head. There was another voice on top of that one, but he was being quiet for some reason. Probably Deadpool's grieving side. Suddenly Deadpool spotted a man he recognized; Magneto. He stood in full costume. He was with Daken, Wolverine's son, and what seemed to be two characters in an Iron Man suit. "Random ansaumble of bad guys. Great." The Iron Man suits only had the basic design of Iron Man, their eye's were covered, yet as soon as Deadpool was taking it in, the space where the eye's should've been flipped around and blasted the funeral seats with a red-hot laser which felt hotter than the sun.
The suits were destroyer technology replicated from stolen SHIELD technology. Daken ran at Deadpool, Deadpool ripped his shirt off to reveal his red and black costume, he pulled a gun from the thigh holster of his black pants before dropping them too, speeding out of the way of Daken and firing insanely at the man with the strange hair. "It was you! Wasn't it?! You killed Siryn!" Deadpool accused.
"Well, Sherlock Holmes, allow me to show you how." Daken said, his claws out he lunged again at Deadpool. Deadpool dodhed it. He needed his swords. Magneto floated high above the city then strained, Deadpool squinted to watch. Suddenly the SHIELD air-base flickered into sight. Suddenly the structure in mid-air began to slowly move towards the Bronx. "Sweet Jesus in a blender." Deadpool said, distracted enough for Daken to swing in, cutting across Deadpools face. Deadpool slammed his belt buckle. "W-What the fuck?!" Daken exclaimed. "He's probably gone to his appartment. Quickly boys, get to it!" Daken ordered.
Deadpool reappeared within the appartment. He quickly grabbed his swords. Suddenly he heard a massive crashing sound. He glanced outside. The Destroyer-suits lasers were cutting straight through the building like a knife through butter. "SERIOUSLY?! God, this day just can't get much worse." Deadpool grabbed his bondelier which had grenades around all corners, he draped it over his shoulders. He backed up to run out the window when he spotted it, one of the destroyers. The eye's rolled back and the flames blasted into the window, every pain recepter alive with fire as Deadpool came flinging out the window. He launched a pinless grenade, which fell into the Destroyers eye socket before exploding internally. The machine shook before the metal glowed red. Deadpool crashed into a cars roof, glass and a car alarm screaming at him he rolled off of it.
Deadpool would've been selfish to believe this attack was based squarely on him. An Avengers meeting was being held about the terrorist threat connected to the death of Hope Summers. When the ship began screaming Tony Stark instantly suited up in his salvaged and rebuilt Mark 42 armour. He flew out of the ship only to be met swiftly by a blast from a destroyer which threw him across the shore line, he powered forward managing to weave in and out of the destroyers. He sent a laser in return from his palm, blasting into the eye sockets which killed the Destroyer. However where the two had been killed, an army of five flew swiftly around the building on the corner of the street to fight with the already damaged man of Iron.
After the Chitauri invasion the Avengers had faced Peter Parker had been afraid of taking up the mantle of Spider-Man again. It all seemed to big for him, and he had felt like that before the giant Lizard. It was all spinning his mind. But even if so, he had still fought them in Manhattan, and this time he wasn't going to be a coward. As he listened to the police report he grabbed his mask, sliding it on.
Deadpool helped himself up, "Jesus, who wants to exchange insurance details?" Deadpool asked to no one. Iron man slammed down in the space in front of Deadpool. "What've you done?!"
"Don't blame me! Blame Metal-McGee up there! You try to reach him, I'll deal with whatever the hell those things are."
"I don't take orders from scum." Tony said as he flew off. As he did, behind him stood Daken, somehow stealthily sneeking up behind on the Man Of Iron, but he didn't injure him. Deadpool drew his swords. "Ouch, that one has to hurt." Daken said.
Spider-Man swung over the pair, he swung high up, meeting side by side with Iron man who was blasting his palm reactors at the five Destroyers who were wrecking buildings. "WE NEED TO STOP MAGNETO!"
"I DON'T MEAN TO SOUND CYNICAL BUT LOOK AT YOU, YOU'RE MADE OF METAL." Spider-Man shouted back whilst catching another web.
"EXACTLY."
"HOW AM I MEANT TO GET UP THERE?!" Before Tony could answer the web head a laser being uncaringly sprayed from the left caught Iron Man, sending him spinning through the air. Spider-Man webzipped to the building the Destroyer had stood. With the use of the tingling in the base of his spine he dodged the blast, sending an upper-cut. The metal clanged and hurt Peters hand. The metal around his head became red as he geared up to fire, Spider-Man quickly sprayed a web, the Destroyer was slapped in the face by webs, and the body shook before violently exploding, sending shock-waves through Spider-Mans body as he flew over the edge of the building. The plastic covering his eye shattered, his chest ripped and a part of his arm exposed he swung from another web, pulling himself upwards. The SHIELD base was coming horribly close now. It's shadow cast over the beach.
Deadpools sword met with Dakens claws. "We have bigger plans for you Deadpool. It doesn't have to be this way." Daken said. "Look at their struggle." Daken said, as Spiderman grabbed Iron above with Destroyer lasers blasting upwards. "Why do you bother these days Deadpool? There's nothing in the world of heroes for you! No Siryn, no blind Al, nothing."
"THERE IS EVERYTHING!" Deadpool yelled, and swung around. "No wonder your dad abandoned you, you're poison!" Deadpool hissed, Daken dropped a heavy dose of some kind of happiness, trying to relax Deadpool. He was scared. Deadpool's pair of swords connected with his six claws. They were practically nose to nose. "Well, seeing as we're talking about father issues lets talk about yours, huh? Everyone ignores the Reason behind your insanity Deadpool; they assume it was Weapon X" With a quick slice upwards and a "TING" Noise the pair twirled off of each other. "Truth is, Deadpool, you were insane long before that, weren't you?"
"Y'know... I ain't no hulk... But the last guy who got me this mad had his head sent as a birthday present to his first born."
"LOOK AT YOU PRETENDING TO BE GOOD! WHEN YOU'RE SO CLEARLY IN-" Before Daken could finish his sentance this horrible ear-shattering sound echoed through the neighbourhood. "... Speaking of Hulks..." Deadpool said.
"RAAAAWR!" Screamed the green menace as he flew out of the SHIELD base, grabbed Magneto and threw him onto the ground, the air-base, slid downwards, crashing into the two buildings on the edge of the street. The Destroyers were on Hulk like a rash. Magneto, with debris all around him held his head. He had lost his helmet after being thrown. Iron Man was slammed through a building by a Destroyers ray, Spiderman couldn't dodge them much longer, he took a beam right to the chest exposing burnt skin, after rolling along a building top he lay there, limp. "You can Join us Deadpool... With our help... You can rule the world." Daken said.
To be Continued.
