Just a side note: This takes place between P1 and P2 before Mercer turns evil.


From One Killer to Another...

Prologue

Somewhere in a secret government facility, near Fort. Detrick, several men sit waiting in a boardroom, all high ranking military officials. They have been waiting for several hours and are growing rather impatient, but are determined that the person they are waiting on can solve their problems with a certain hooded monster.

They hear footsteps coming from the hallway outside and are visibly relieved that he's finally arrived. A tall, very fit man with red and black on all of his clothes, including a mask that covers his face, a utility belt with a satchel and empty rungs around it, two empty scabbards on his back, empty knife sheaths on his arms and ankles, and empty gun holsters on both thighs, walks before them, obviously annoyed about being here. He asks the four men before him in a very annoyed and demanding tone: "Which one of you assholes told them to take all my good gear!?"

The military officials are all visibly embarrassed because they all agreed that the mercenary should be stripped of any lethal weaponry before entering, they even considered having him restrained on account of his mental instability and tenancy to do stupid things impulsively.

The masked man eyed all of them before a rather surprised look could be seen under his mask, "Hey you know I've had requests to kill all four of you!" he said in a delighted and untroubled tone as he chuckled thoughtfully.

The men all flinch at the thought of this skilled psychopath coming to kill them.

One of the men finally got over this initial shock and finally spoke up in a firm, militaristic tone, "Mr. Wilson we-" he was cut off abruptly by the masked man "Actually it's Deadpool to you. I'm only called 'Mr. Wilson' by my old stupid 8th grade math teacher and my old stupid boss, but they're both dead now. So you can call me Deadpool."

The military leader who was used to being treated with the utmost respect by his peers was taken completely aback by this act of disrespect. He bit his tongue, what with the man being a master assassin.

"Fine, Deadpool, we have a problem in Manhattan that we believe you can solve for us. We need you to do what your best at, killing someone."

Deadpool gets a little more excited at the thought of being allowed to kill someone without government repercussion.

"As I'm sure you're aware of from reading the packet we gave you, the infection in Manhattan is finally beginning to die down, but the thing responsible for the infection is very much alive and is killing our field units and is making problems for people like me."

"Actually I'm not that big into reading, so I'm not aware of what's going on in Manhattan, mind filling me in?"

A look of pure shock overcomes every man's face in the room except for the oblivious Deadpool, who was only growing annoyed at the thought of not knowing a juicy secret like this.

Slowly the general recalls the events that lead them to be in this room at this moment. "Well, scientists were working on a top secret bio weapons program at one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the world called Gentek ."

Deadpool leans in, excited about top secret things.

"The scientists were told that they were working on the cure for cancer. One scientist, Dr. Alex Mercer, was our best scientist and was the head of project: Blacklight. He figured out that we were icing the people working on the project and took it upon himself to take a vial of the most virulent, deadly virus ever created and when our field agents cornered him at Penn Station, he released the bio weapon, effectively killing every one in the building, even him.

Deadpool looked confused for a few moments before finally asking "So wait a minute, you're sending me to kill a dead man?"

The general had a look of fury come over him at the thought of Mercer being human. "Mercer isn't a man! At least...not anymore. The Blacklight virus found it's way into his bloodstream and recreated him, down to the cellular level. Mercer became the embodiment of Blacklight."

"Soooo you're sending me to kill a virus? Dude that's so badass!" Deadpool said with a sort of anticipation for the hunt to come.

"Right... And now Mercer has gained superhuman abilities, not that different from your own, except for a few differences. Mercer can fashion his arms into a variety of weaponry, also he can shape shift his appearance into anyone that he consumes. Here are some photos we've gathered for you."

One photo was of an extremely pale man wearing a black leather jacket, grey hoodie, and a button up dress shirt, running past the camera, his right arm was a wicked looking blade, about 5 feet long, attached to the body with a series of robust black tendrils and smaller red tendrils.

"Well I guess we know which hand he masturbates with now." Deadpool said completely serious, earning a few chuckles from the lower ranking members in the room. "Wait a minute, what's this consuming thing?" He said as he tilted his head in confusion.

"Mercer can absorb any organic material and convert it into viral biomass to regain health and make him stronger. When he 'consumes' someone, he can recall their abilities, memories, appearance, etc."

"This guy sounds awesome! It's a shame I'm going to have to kill him, we could have been buddies. How much are you gonna pay me exactly?"

"The amount is enclosed in the packet" as the general hands Deadpool a small stack of papers.

Deadpool not caring about the other stuff ripped everything out until he reached the dollar sign.

He was practically drooling when he finally finished reading all the zeroes on the page "You guys aren't messing around here are you?" Still not taking his eyes off the number.

"Alex Mercer is the number one terrorist in the United States and we are more than willing to pay the amount shown, if you can kill him." The general said with a small amount of resentment as he said Mercer's name. "We believe your specific skill set is just what we need to put an end to him. Along with the amount there, we will also wipe your rather...extensive history with the law clean. You will have complete immunity from any previous crimes you've committed."

Deadpool fell back like one of those stereotypical girls in the old timey movies with one hand on his face and a little "ooooh my stars!" and fell onto one of the guards standing behind him.

When the soldier finally picked the heavy man up, Deadpool walked up to the general and started to stroke his arm and said in a low voice, almost like pillow talk, "Oh you sweet talker you. If you wanted me to kill this guy all you had to do was ask me nicely"

The general, visibly uncomfortable, said with a sort of caution, "P-..please kill Alex Mercer..."

Deadpool laughed uncontrollably and jumped up and said "You got yourself a deal! So now can you give me back my guns, knives, swords, explosives, rocket launcher, and everything else?"


Alex was standing on his usual perch, watching the soldiers and infected down below fighting each other for dominance in every alleyway, every street, and every building that was near them. It was entertaining sometimes to just kick back and watch things unfold before the gunfire and screams erupt from below him. He could see what seemed as 4 squads of marines, with 4 men in each squad, recovering a downed helicopter that was on fire and was leaning against a building, and a shit load of infected surrounding them. He briefly considered jumping down there and show them all what really rules the city, but decided to just watch for once.

After a few minutes of this, he'd had enough and was ready to resume his actions prior to this watching this little battle. He was originally spying on a transport helicopter that held a high ranking general and three of his associates. They could have some information he was looking for, but after getting caught up in watching this he lost the helicopter they were flying in. There were several in the smoke and skyscraper filled air, going in every direction for different reasons.

With an aggravated sigh, Alex shook his head and decided that they'll pop up again sooner or later. "It's getting late, I gotta get back to Dana or she'll start worrying." With that, he started sprinting towards her safe house, kicking up dust and small bits of concrete as he went.

When he reached the apartment, it was about 10:30 at night and Alex knew he was going to get an earful when he stepped through the doorway. He stepped quietly on the carpeted hallway of the apartment leading to her door. When he arrived, he was met with an icy glare that would make even general Randall flinch. It was actually a little comical to see the great and menacing Alex Mercer, capable of dismembering entire platoons of soldiers, cowering beneath his dainty little sisters glares.

"I know it's late ok? I'm sorry I got caught up in...something." Realizing he didn't have a very good reason for being late for Dana's curfew, he just let her have at him with her rants about being not just superhuman, but also her brother.

"You do know how much I worry about you when you go out there and do...whatever it is you do, right?" Dana asked with an almost apologetic look after seeing Alex's cowering demeanor.

Alex looked up at her and smiled faintly, "I know, Dana."

"So what exactly were you doing out there?" she asked while walking to the kitchen to make a glass of water.

Alex had never actually hidden anything from Dana, so he felt comfortable telling her the events that had transpired today. "Well I spent most of the day trying to get some information from this general and some of his colleagues. I heard they may be taking drastic measures to kill me and I wanted to know what they were."

Dana, with a worried stare, looked up from her glass, "So what was it?"

"I don't know. Most of the day they were in this fucking helicopter and too high up so I couldn't get to them." He said with an annoyed grimace.

"Well I wouldn't worry about it too much. I mean what could they possibly do to you that they already haven't tried a thousand times?" she said as she chuckled lightly to herself.

As she thought about it longer she started to feel a lot less confident then she had a few moments ago.

"Maybe, but still It'd be better to know, so tomorrow I'm gonna have to start looking again."

"Just be careful out there, Alex. I don't like the way you said 'drastic measures' earlier." Dana had a slight drop in her stomach after saying it. She knew Alex was more than capable of taking care of himself, but she still worried about him.

Alex looked at her for a few moments and laughed, "What could they possibly do? Like you said earlier it's nothing they haven't tried a thousand times. You'll see, tomorrow will be just another normal day and I'll be back before your little curfew."


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