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Carnage USA – Prologue
By
Celgress
A Truck Stop in Southern Utah mid-July 2015, afternoon
"Authorities remain baffled by a series of seemingly random gruesome murders committed mainly throughout the American SW. The slayings began in Colorado on March 17th with the death of tanker driver Rick Owens and have continued unabated. Mr. Owens was traveling a remote highway alone at the time of his grizzly death. The next victims were an elderly married couple whose remains were discovered in their burnt out Nebraska farmhouse on April 3rd. Since then thirty more victims have turned up in seven states, all in remote areas. People in the affected region are advised to exercise utmost caution." The attractive female newscaster on the overhead television screen said.
"Sure are some sickos in the world, huh Clem?" A burly truck driver seated at the front counter said to another equally burly trucker. The diner was unusually crowed today. Space was at a premium.
"Sure are Herb." The other trucker agreed.
"If the guy who pulled that shit was here I'd stomp a mud hole in his ass, walk it dry," Clem said loudly cracking his knuckles.
"Would you now." A red haired man who was seated further down the front counter said from behind the newspaper he was reading. The man of medium build dressed in a simple white tea shirt and gray slacks was unassuming. He took a sip from his coffee cup.
"Yeah pal, I'd tear him limb from limb," Herb said.
"Good idea," The red haired man said taking a second sip.
The red headed man's clothing sprang to life as he jumped off the stool. His newly clawed hands shredded the news paper and mug alike. Within seconds he had transformed into the infamous super powered serial killer Carnage! Multiple tendrils of red tinged material with black surged forth from his body, their barbed ends sank into the flesh of the two shocked truckers.
"Let's make a wish." Carnage said ripping the legs, arms, and heads of the men from their torsos. He cackled maniacally. Carnage as well as the around him awash in blood and viscera. "World peace, who am I kidding it'll never happen. Got to be realistic. How about. More slaughter?" He added then continued to laugh.
The crowd screamed in terror. They stampeded toward the main door only to be blocked by Shriek who wore a yellow waitress uniform with a white apron caked with dry blood. The insane mime like supervillainess flashed a disturbing smile at the people. She unleashed twin blasts of concentrated sound waves at the people which killed them by overloading their brains with vibrations. Blood oozed from their eyes, nose, and ears before they collapsed. Those not killed by Shriek where soon dispatched by Carnage who ruthlessly eviscerated the stragglers.
"Good job honey." Carnage said clapping his hands together.
"Maybe we should have left a few of them alive, to run the place." Shriek said visually inspecting the mayhem.
"Nah, the food here was lousy." Carnage said putting his arm around Shriek. They walked out of the decimated diner.
Undisclosed Location the next day, morning
Wade Wilson aka Deadpool drank his can of cherry soda through a straw while lounging on an inflatable chair in the large in-ground swimming pool. The bottom of his mask pulled up from his scarred chin. It was a beautiful summer day not a cloud in the brilliant blue sky. Dark sunglasses protected his eyes from those nasty UV rays. This was the life he thought. He frowned when a shadow fell over him blotting out the sun.
"What gives," Deadpool grumbled. "I was working on my tan."
"No doubt," The Voice of Special Agent Bishop said from poolside. "We have a job for you."
"A fun job I hope," Deadpool said.
"If you call avenging your murdered parents fun, than yes it'll be fun." Bishop said. "We have reason to believe Carnage is responsible for the SW Slayings. You've been selected to, contain or failing that neutralize him along with any super being accomplices."
"With extreme prejudice?" Deadpool asked expectantly. He tossed away his drink. Into the water His gloved hands clasped together in praying or begging fashion.
"With extreme prejudice," Special Agent Bishop confirmed.
"Goodie," Deadpool said after pulling his mask fully over his face and tossing aside his shades. He dived into the pool. In spite of his flippant outward attitude, Deadpool had been eagerly waiting this day. "That bloody suited wack job is going down!" He declared enthusiastically when he splashed out the other side drenching the impeccably attired Bishop. "Sleep easy tonight world, Deadpool is on the case! Carnage's days of wreaking havoc are numbered!"
"Quite," Special Agent Bishop said deadpan.
"That's what I love about you Bis. Your crazy sense of humor, never change." The dripping wet Deadpool said pointing finger guns at his superior and mock firing with improvised sound effects. "Pew, pew, pew." Deadpool skipped away toward the distant black ops compound with graphic visions of gory vengeance dancing in his head.
To Be Continued