Disclaimer: All characters and elements used in the writing of "Deadpool – Immortal No More" belong to MARVEL. Not me!
Hey. Deadpool here! I guess you're wondering what I've been up to lately. Well all I can say is not much. Unless you count the fact that I've been chopped up into six segments and buried in six different locations around the world! I know, right. Seems we're getting off to a good start on this here FanFic. We got the introduction to the main character (me) and now we've all been thrown in face first into the happenings of the story. But how did we get here? How did I end up in this mess? How am I even alive? Well firstly let me fill in you readers out there who may not be familiar with my back story. Firstly, before I was Deadpool I was Wade Wilson (some people have hissy-fits about me resembling a certain DC super villain a bit too much) and I was and still am to this day a mercenary (The best, may I add). And closure being a pain in the ass I was later diagnosed with terminal cancer. This most certainly bummed me out for a while. That was until I was given an offer to be apart of an experiment which would either kill me or be the cure to my illness. Obviously, I was more than happy to accept and guess what? It worked! But at a price. The procedure granted me regenerative powers, making it impossible to kill me (hence why I'm able to tell you this story, whilst being a disembodied head, buried under ground), but my cancer was, technically, never cured. As I'm constantly regenerating, my cells are still constantly dying; making my physical appearance all Freddy Krugery. I am still a Merc, and still the best of my profession; but I would also prefer if my skin looked less zombie-ish. Having my hair grow back would be nice too; and that's how I got to where I am now. I took a job from I guy I wasn't sure of, who I thought would rejuvenate me back to my handsome self, but instead here I am left to sit under, what I can guess to be, tons of dirt, talking to you guys to pass the time. Would you like to know the full story? Of course you do! Come on, I've been buried alive; it's the least you can do to help me vent my anger! So let me see…
It all started when I received an anonymous call from an anonymous caller. Who was he, you ask? I don't know! He was anonymous!... Anyway, he told me that the scientists who granted me my healing abilities had developed a similar sort of serum.
"I have the answer you've been looking for, Wilson." The caller stated. I didn't recognize the voice, but he knew my name (well everyone knows the name Deadpool I'm a celebrity, but only few know me by my real name).
"The ones who granted you your abilities have been busy. They've constructed a new serum, similar to the one you were given, but this one grants a far more powerful ability. I was wondering if you'd be interested in breaking into their compound and – acquiring this newly developed product for me?" He babbled on for a bit and all I could say after he had finished was "For the right price I'll do what ever you want." (Boy, did that come out wrong.)
"Well, I'm aware of the condition your abilities have incurred on you and I thought you would be interested to know that I could relieve you of your present appearance; but only if you offer your services in exchange of course." The voice suggested. I felt a rush of uncertainty as the stranger offered me this incredible deal. This is the opportunity I have been waiting for ever since I was disfigured by my abilities. But could it be too good to be true?... (Nah! Of course not! What's the worst that could happen?) "Alrighty, No-name, I'm in! Now where is this compound?"
