He knocks three times on her door.
"Lucy, I'm home!" Nothing.
He knocks three more times. Still nothing. He gives the knob a turn. The door opened without any trouble.
"Well this is odd, innit?"
He sees a phone by the bed. He puts down the sack he has thrown over his shoulders, and picks it up. He reads the message that is one the screen.
"'Sorry, but I'll have to take a rain check on that massage.' Well, this isn't starting off well. 'I told Reno about it and he didn't think it was a good idea.' I smell a rat… 'Since the group found out anyways, Reno told me that I might lose my job, since someone had to be blamed. So the cops should be by soon to arrest you, but I was smart! I knew that wouldn't work, so I gave you a phone bomb!' Maybe she is smarter than I thought… 'It's what you're reading! It's going to blow up! I forget how long it will take though.' I stand corrected."
In the next few seconds, several things happened very quickly. Someone knocked on the door and said, "Open up, we're the police!" Deadpool stuck the phone, which had started to peep ominously, into the sack where he had Don's head.
He opened the door, yelled, "Merry Christmas!" cheerfully, closed the door and leaned against it. The blast rattled the frame, and when Deadpool stopped leaning against it, the door fell in.
I won't go into detail, but the scene outside couldn't be called pretty unless you add words like "bloody" "gnarled" and "in need of a dentist… to identify".
This, dear readers, is why mercenaries and assassins ask for half of the money first.
Then the ground starts to rattle and the ceiling started to shake. The cheap wood that made up the walls were cracking. This goes on for about three minutes, and then suddenly stops. All is quiet, except for the sound of the building resettling itself after being shaken up.
Deadpool had fallen flat on his ass somewhere in the middle of these happenings. He picked himself up and looked out of his window.
He saw the sun peer through a whole in the plate above. He noted that it appeared to be morning.
"What in fucking hell is going on?" He took out his map of Midgar and placed it on a nearby desk.
"Let me see… that was Sector Seven. Damn. That many people… children…"
Most people assume that Deadpool is heartless. This is not so. These people also say that he is brainless. Also not so. He realized that the man he had been sent to kill knew of their plans to destroy Sector Seven. He was probably some petty crook that got in over his head.
"THOSE MOTHER FUCKIN' GODDAMNED FILTHY SONNAOFABICHES! Those pig suckers probably didn't even flinch, the rich asses might even be laughing."
A smile forms on Deadpool's face. He unsheathes a sword and holds it over the map with both hands, aiming at the spot on the map where the Shin-Ra building was said to be.
"Laugh while ya can, cause the Gene-pool Cleanser's gonna be giving away free samples!"
He stabs at the map with all his strength, and the desk under it shattered into splinters.
Deadpool's righteous side doesn't come out often, but when it does, people die. Fortunately, most of them are bad people.
This chapter was short, but don't worry. The next chapter's going to be a doozy. He's going to paint Shin-Ra red with blood, but not before running into some people we all know and love.
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