CHAPTER 1: The Meeting

Deathstroke was now in front of his next client waiting for the info on who, when and where to kill his next target in the peaceful city of Hellsville. "Your next target will be.." the man was cut off by a someone in a black protective suit with a European style gas mask on. She jumped down screaming "afjldfjldslfljdflhjblfh (SPY CHECK SPY CHECK!!!!)" Shooting flames out of her flame thrower all over the Deathstroke's client and body guards. Then she turned towards Deathstroke who was completely caught off guard and ready to dodge for he had no intention of getting killed because the process of his body healing was extremely painful. "Im not a spy Im an assassin for hire um….who are you anyway?" Deathstroke asked
cautiously. All of a sudden Pyro goes "Aahrjdfgdhgfuifgjhdgfldhlskjh." Which

means "FIRE TIME!" Pyro sprays fire at Deathstroke who dodges but, a little bit of fire gets onto his flammable part of his outfit which immediately flares. A bit distracted by the flame starting on his suit, Pyro blasts the rest of Deathstroke with his flame thrower. Deathstroke topples over in pain from the fire and "SUPPOSIDLY DIES".

Pyro pokes Deathstroke a little than taunts with his flame thrower raised over his head going "Bklfdlfdjkhfsdlkljlkgjflkff" or "That's right Assassin die!" Pyro runs off in search of more spies so he can flame them and stop their evil spying ways.

2 HOURS LATER

Deathstroke hands clawed the ground around him and his breathing was heavy as he felt every piece of tissue, skin and cell growing back together. He rolled from side to side, gasping and making small yells of pain as his altered DNA healed his wounds and burns. "I am never going to get used to that……" He gasped as his healing process was complete. He stood up and a voice whispered in his ear "You are going to be bestowed greater powers than you already have Slade Wilson.." Deathstroke jumped and turned around, looking for the source of the voice. Then he just listened to see if he could hear footsteps. The voice came again whispering "Slade you shall be given the power of death…..but, as the death angel." Deathstroke laughed , he knew he didn't need the powers of "death" he could kill just fine on his own. "Slade you have been chosen by a higher power, you cannot stop it and some one will be coming to train you soon and let me tell you it will be a bit uncomfortable this training." The voice whispered to Deathstroke again then left.

"Pff …how bad could it be?" Deathstroke said confidently. As he finished saying that he watched as a sword shot through his chest and he blanked out.
"Come on soldier wake up! It's time for your trainin!" Yelled a tall, man in a drill instructors, uniform. Deathstroke got up, fully healed and a bit dazed. "Did you shove that sword through me?" Deathstroke asked getting up only to see the "drill instructor" holding a gun and pointing it at him. "Well if your going to be the Death angel you are gonna need training! I am just the man to do it! From now on you call me sir and that will be my name! ARE WE CLEAR!" Deathstroke gave him a disbelieving look and the man shot him until he blanked out again.
"Uhh" Deathstroke woke up with a pounding head ache this time. "So soldier are we clear?" Sir said bending over Deathstroke his grey hair tucked under a

hat. "Yes sir.." Deathstroke said loudly. He got up and asked "What was the shooting me and stabbing me for? I mean other then to get my attention or make me obey your commands.." Sir laughed deeply "Well soldier, it's your training, you must be able to take ALL pain like a man. No noise!" Deathstroke was getting a bit worried. All forms of pain?? This is madness! Deathstroke thought and then

said "Well I was a soldier and I passed just fine in the boot camps." Sir smiled flashing white teeth "Let's see if you can survive this." Sir showed Deathstroke a list of things he had to ENDURE to become the Death Angel. He had already gone through almost half except for : Drowning, being struck by lighting, lava burns, attacked by ice shards, acid and a few more.
Deathstroke's eye widened in for the first time in a long time, fear.