Ultimate Writing Adventure Chapter 2 Daily Life

An alarm went off. Kat rolled out of bed, staggered across the room, and hit the snooze button. She turned back to her bed, and moaned. "So much for snooze," she muttered.

The merc had, once again, snuck into the bed. On what was now termed 'Insanity Day One', Kat had cleared a space, pulled out a sleeping bag, blanket and fluffy cushion, and made a bed for her houseguest. Every night, without fail, he waited until Kat fell asleep before joining her under the covers.

Kat grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom. There were multiple problems with the…arrangement. She was a student, and therefore had no money, and couldn't order Mexican twice a day. Deadpool was…not the best person to have around, what with the weapons, the distinctive scarring and costume, the extreme loudness, and being a fictional character. Oh, and technically letting another person live with her was a breach of the housing contract.

Deadpool accepted it after she managed to carefully explain that legal-stroke-financial troubles equalled no writing. Therefore, he was a secret houseguest, and he bought the food – and kept most, if unfortunately not all, his weapons under the bed.

Deadpool had woken up by the time Kat returned. "What we doin' today, Missy Author?" he groaned. "An' why's it seven?"

"Presentation session at nine, three lectures after lunch," Kat rattled off. "We have to get the bus at eight, because if we wait until half eight we'll not get on the bus."

"But the journey's like twenty minutes."

"The bus fills two stops up the line."

Deadpool pouted. "I'm sure I could convince some people to step off for us."

Kat glared. "No killing, no getting arrested, nothing like that, remember. And every time you act like a total smeghead, I write a painful near-death into the story."

"Oh, baby, you wound me so," Deadpool smirked.

Kat added a tally mark to her whiteboard. "That's…fifty0four. This might be hard, I'm not sure I can think of fifty-four ways to kill people painfully. At least not without being repetitive."

Deadpool whined. "It's so boring here. Well, it is. Okay, yeah, choking on my own gonads is pretty creative but…We do want her to actually write something!"

Kat shook her head and left, leaving Deadpool to argue with the voices. She stomped into the kitchen and put the kettle on.

"Morning."

Kat looked up. "Morning, Liz. How's you?"

"Not bad," the other girl said. "And you? And your little visitor?"

Liz was Kat's closest friend, and the only one who knew about her guest. Liz studied languages, and didn't write, so the two girls sometimes found it difficult to make conversation, but Kat dearly needed someone to open up to.

"He just got his fifty-fourth mark," Kat groaned. She let her hands slip into automatic, measuring out oats and milk for two bowls of porridge, setting them cooking, and making coffee. "It's been five days, and I want him gone. Is that too much to ask?"

"From what you've told me, probably." Liz's toast popped, and she smothered it in chocolate spread. "Can't you distract him? Tell him to go do something for 'research purposes'," she air-quoted, "to keep him busy for a bit?"

"Yeah? Like what?" Kat asked. "I can't just set him loose on the Middle East; it would be a bloodbath, and a right political drokk-up."

"You have got to stop inventing swearwords," Liz chuckled.

"I don't invent them, I shamelessly rip them off," Kat protested. "'Drokk' is late twenty-first, early twenty-second century."

"Uh-huh," Liz said sceptically. "You could set him loose on the Russian Mafia?"

Kat flapped a hand. "Still not one hundred percent sure that's a real thing now."

"Wait a sec," Liz stopped her. "You're absolutely certain Gerry Adams is still in charge of the IRA, but you don't believe in the Russian Mafia?"

"First, I'm only about eighty-three percent on Gerry Adams," Kat retorted. "Second, why on earth wouldn't he still head the IRA? Those lying smegheads never incriminate themselves or anything. Third, I think there's probably a Russian Mafia. I'm just not sure established they are right now. I'm about fifty-fifty on them."

"Then why not get Deadpool to check it out?" Liz suggested.

"Under what circumstances?" Kat demanded. "His life is killing, explosions, and Mexican food. I don't want him blowing up Moscow."

"You're the writer; find a story that fits," Liz shrugged. "What would Batman do?"

"Beat Deadpool bloody, drag him to the Watchtower and lock him up," Kat answered instantly.

"I meant about the Russians, but whatever," Liz replied.

"Knowledge is power," Kat mused. "The weakest man, with the right knowledge, has the strongest man singing his tune."

"Is that a quote?" Liz frowned.

"Don't think so," Kat said absently. "Thanks, Liz."

Balancing the bowls and cups, Kat returned to her room. Deadpool was lounging on the bed, flicking through her lecture notes on DNA replication. "You study a boring subject," he complained.

"It has its moments," Kat shrugged. "How would you like to get a little more…power?"

AN: THis is harder to write than I thought it would be.

Also today: Jason and the Argonauts, BLack and Red, Little Bird's Vengeance, Ultimate Avenging Alliance.

Coming soon: Jason and the Argonauts, Black and Red, Little Bird's Vengeance, Ultimate Avenging Alliance, Ultimate Writing Adventure. Nag me if it takes more than a week.

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