This is Hawk F.T., and I welcome you to my Deadpool Fanfiction. I have attempted a Skyrim Fanfiction, and I failed. I am going to try to do better and create a new story that will hopefully do better than that. I love me some Deadpool, so welcome to my Marvel universe, and please enjoy my opening to a big universe for us to explore together.
Logan yawned sleepily. Life was boring, and so was everything else in Chicago all the time. She slouched back into her chair, sitting like a boy with her legs spread wide, her feathered tail resting on the arm of the chair, and her arms folded behind her head. She watched the channels flip from TV dramas, to the sports channel. She stopped showing a short span of interest in the news.
Merc With a Mouth is Back in Business. The words slid across the screen. Logan lifted her eyebrows continuing to watch as the cheesy news came on.
"The all famous Deadpool has been repeatedly sighted in Chicago City, Illinois," The Merc With a Mouth lived in New York last time Logan had checked. Why would he move suddenly? So did Spiderman, and a few other heroes. If they kicked him out, then it would not surprise her. It was not a bad idea to leave a area populated with other people who had powers. Only to show his mask in Chicago. Chicago had Logan to protect, and the man going under the name of Deadpool needed to piss off. This was her turf, and she didn't need to deal with any immortal criminals. She had done her research long before, and it turned out that Deadpool was just that, an immortal criminal that killed for money.
Deadpool could be very hard to deal with if he was here to stay, but Logan would give him a week to scram, and if he didn't leave then she would pay him a little face to face, diplomatic, hopefully peaceful, visit. Logan disliked violence, but it was always fun if it came to that. She might not have fun fighting Deadpool, he was not going to go down with punches, after all.
Logan was sort of a armature Super Hero (She didn't like being called a heroine). She didn't have a alias at the moment, and she mostly stayed quite diplomatic in criminal dealings. She could read minds, fly with her large wings, and she had a long tail coated with feathers. Logan's telepathy was not as strong as she would have liked, and she couldn't get in to someone's head if they were not trying to protect themselves from her getting in to their heads.
Logan continued to watch. The next words that came were, Criminal mutant killed by Deadpool.
Oh, did Deadpool really think he could take her job? Maybe he killed a bad guy, but soon he would go for anything that he would be payed money to kill. No, he would not take her place in a million years, she had worked too hard to get to Chicago for him to come in and ruin her pleasant stay. He had a week to get the hell out of her new home. She got up and then made her way down to her bathroom, she needed a bath and to think this through.
Logan stalked off to her bathroom, and began to get ready for her bath. She stared into her tall mirror, and just stood for awhile admiring her own reflection. Her bright ginger hair was buzzed off when she moved to Chicago, and now was in a boys' haircut of the top of her hair being about an inch and a half growing from her head, and from her ear down it was freshly down to peach fuzz length. Her eyes were neon green with light brown around her pupils. Her frame was thin, and she was tall, 5,9 in all. Her face was tan and, she had little to no cheek bone, and an overall flat face, with heavy eyebrows the same color of her hair.
She was often mistaken for a boy due to her small hips, and thin form. She liked that she looked like a boy, because she lived in the 21st century, no one really trusts women with anything, like being in Chicago with no one that she knew around. Logan had made an effort to personally tailor her clothing to hide her small breasts. Logan didn't even have to lie about her name to pass as a boy. No one in Chicago had to know a thing. Especially Deadpool, he might leave faster if he thought that Logan was a boy.
She ran herself a warm bath and began to recall all the things she had done over the last year to get away from high school, and the place that was once home. Logan had decided after high school that she wanted to go be a hero in a big city like a lot of the others out there, and Chicago was free from heroes, and chalk full of criminals. It was not a total cesspool, unlike the town where she had grown up. She had grown up in a sh** hole place out in Texas (I am not naming any real places specific, so don't take it personally Texans). She had a bad school, a bad home for orphans she couldn't get along with, and a lot of therapists trying to figure out why she wasn't making friends with the other children.
She had only actually been in Chicago for a month, but she had been planing to go for a lot of her life. The only reason that she wanted to be a hero was because that her parents had died to crime, and while that always sounded like a Batman story it really wasn't. She had been born normal, but she was taken away from her parents, who were then killed so that they would stay out of the way. Then, she was taken and experimented on in her young age, and they got rid of her when they decided that she was a failure.
She had always hated her own wings, her gift, not to mention the hard to hide tail. They had told her it was a gift beyond imagining. Many people had tried to adopt her, and called her a guardian angel sent to Earth. She told them that she was not an angel at all, if anything she was a demon made in a lab, and no one had blessed her with anything, this was a curse. She could see their every thought that ran through their petty minds as she explained this. They never would understand They always sent her back on her own request, but sometimes her guardians could not get along with a child who could read their minds.
Logan thought that she could make peace with herself if she became a hero, and made up for the fact that she had been utterly useless her whole life. .
She pulled off her clothing and spread her wings. They were light weight, and covered in ginger and black feathers. The first row was black, the second was almost auburn, and the next few rows were lighter than the last, and at the tips on ether wing she had several white feathers. They folded against her back very neatly, but in order for no one to get after her for looking like she had concealed weapons, finding out what they were, and calling her a freak, she wore a long dark brown leather trench coat that came down to her knees. She could not spread her wings to their full length due to a fear of hitting a wall with them.
Her tail was a different matter altogether. It was covered in delicate feathers that helped her fly, and not to mention that she liked to sit down. She hated skirts, and dresses, so hiding the tail was made much harder than it would have been. She could not wear the trench coat every second of every day, so while it would have been a temporary solution, anything but permanent. Instead she wore loose jeans, and to her advantage the tail was naturally flat. She strapped it to the side of her leg when she had to leave her home, and if she had a long shirt she set it her tail around her waist. At many points she whore a hoodie to hide her face, and walked around with no coverage of her tail.
Her body was coated with scars from all the surgery, and things they had done. Logan could not really recall much, but the scars were reminder enough to bring back a thing here or there.
Logan is not what one would call,"mentally balanced." She had problems with mental turmoil, and she suffered standard depression, witch had been worse in her childhood. She was however physically balanced to a high level. She practiced in martial arts on a daily basis, and did a grueling daily exercise routine consisting of 50 pull ups, 25 push ups, a routine contortion practice, and a fly through the sky for a few hours a day. She was still building on to her routine with each passing month. She had started when she was 17, and she was on her way up to doing push ups on one arm, and extreme contortions such as folding her entire body on the ground. With this busy routine she still does online collage in an attempt to learn about biology and in turn, study herself.
She gently slid in to the bath and felt her wings get heavy as she began to get them wet. Bathing was always a struggle, and at one point she went on the endless search for a shampoo that worked on feathers, witch she did eventually find.
She was confident that she could fight all the bad guys that she needed to. She had only really taken care of about 20 different crimes, and she had only just started a few months back. She would never admit it but the job was nothing like she thought it would be. Logan thought it would be an action packed adventure, like the comic books, and in the comic books the super heroes always had a big bad problems that were fun to solve. The only problem Logan had was that she was unemployed, and her budget of about 10,000 dollars she had saved to go start her life was shrinking with each month of rent, and need for food. Damn reality sucks, why can't it be just like the comics?
There were no jobs that she was interested in. She hadn't babysat, mowed lawns, and all the other jobs that kids had at a young age to make the money that she had at that point, instead all her money came from donations to troubled children. Logan could always join a freak show and make it through with a bit of money, she joked with herself. Logan frowned at the thought of her showing off her wings to a crowd of people. Others like her wings, while she does not want them in the least.
Logan soon set to thinking about how she would even manage to deal with Deadpool, who is really freaking crazy. What could she possibly do to get him to leave. He killed people for money, and from what she had herd, he had fun doing it. She didn't have the money to get him to leave though. Logan was at a loss. Maybe, just maybe she could get him to leave if she went through his mind and figured out what he wanted. She would try it when she hunted him down in a week, but she had time until then to do some stalking.
She cleaned herself and finished with her bath. She dried herself and put a towel around herself so she could dry her wings. She ran out on to her balcony, trying not to drip water on the floor. She made it to the balcony and beat her wings furiously trying to get every last bit of water that would drip off of them. She began to lift off the ground and she knew she was done. After witch she began gently running the towel over her long tail.
She dug out a black, open back, long sleeve shirt, and some dark black jeans. She kept her wings open to dry. She watched the sun begin to set from the computer where she worked on her studies. She just loved looking at genetics in the evening, when she had so many better things to do. She could read her book, or go and fly around this evening.
She frowned and made the decision that she was going to go get that job as a waitress that she originally turned down, and she was going to get the job tomorrow. Deadpool was not going to stop her from continuing life as usual... well at least not for another week.
She watched Dude You're Screwed on TV until 9:00 and then decided she needed to look rested if she was going to get a job. Logan got ready for bed and settled in her large King sized bed. She felt good to rest herself, and was soon asleep.
Here ends Chapter One. Tell me if I made any grammatical errors, or if something did not make sense tell me, and other than go ahead and judge me (But be nice if I know you in real life), tell me what you thing and, comment, and all that good stuff! Tell me anything that I can improve, and I will tell you what I think. Oh, and don't worry, Deadpool will show up in the next update. ;D
BTW I updated this chapter because I was unsatisfied with it, and I feel better now.