Deadpool's Anaconda Don't Want None Part 2
"How long has it fucking been?" Deadpool asked looking around
"By the looks of it..." the high pitch voice said trailing off.
"It's been a while." the deep voice finished.
"I'm still 'hanging' in this dumb basement. Can I get let out of here yet?" Deadpool asked.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" one guard said looking over at Deadpool. He had a thick British accent and aimed his assault rifle at Deadpool's head.
"That's cute, you think that toy will effect me." Deadpool said. He reached down, revealing his hands were no longer tied and grabbed the rifle from the mans hands. He kicked the guard in the stomach and went on to shoot him in the head. The two guards across the room looked at each other and tried to run to the exit. Deadpool shot both guards in the back. They fell and their bodies rolled down the steps. Deadpool stepped over their bodies and walked to the door. He opened it and saw a loading zone full of multiple guards, weapons, and cars.
"Well fuck me..." Deadpool said. Every guard in the room opened fire on Deadpool he ate the bullets like it was nothing.
"Do we really have to kill them?" the high pitch voice asked.
"It could be more space fillers for the author. I think we might have to." Deadpool said sighing. He walked over to the first guard and snapped his neck. He walked over to the next one and pulled out his katana and stabbed the guard in the chest. He pulled out a machine gun and began to shoot all over the room. His sad expression soon turned into an evil grin and began to laugh maniacally. Soon all the bodies in the room were down on the ground except for one last guard. Deadpool cocked his pistol and aimed it at the guard's head. WAIT DEADPOOL DON'T!
"What? Why?" Deadpool asked looking up. YOU NEED HIM ALIVE
"Fooor whaaat?" he asked annoyed. TO MOVE THE STORY ALONG. QUESTION HIM!
"Oh, I like the way you think Author." Yeah well, I wanted this story to actually continue. Deadpool walked up to the guard and punched him across the face.
"HOW BIG OF A DICK YOU GOT?!" Deadpool yelled at him.
"W...What?" the guard asked, cowering in fear at first.
"I think he meant to find out who the baddie is for this arc." the deep voice said.
"Oh shit. You're right. I meant, um, who hired you!" Deadpool yelled.
"Anaconda and Copycat." the guard said.
"Thank you." Deadpool said, finally shooting the man in the head.
"You fucking idiot." the deep voice said.
"What? What did I do?" Deadpool asked, standing up and walking to the exit of the warehouse.
"How are we going to know where those two are?" the deep voice asked. Deadpool stopped dead in his tracks and stood there staring at the door.
"Um, did he freeze?" the high pitch voice asked.
"I think, he's having a stroke and handling it well." the deep voice answered.
"FUCKING DAMMIT THAT'S THE SECOND TIME IN THIS STORY I'VE DONE THIS. FUCKITY FUCK FUCK." Deadpool yelled at the top of his lungs.
"FUCK THIS SHIT." Deadpool said storming out of the warehouse to a great view of Big Ben.
"Fuck all you Brits, and your fucking crumpets, and ugly teeth. And your stupid ass accents. You all fucking suck."
"Jesus pal calm down." a man said.
"No you fucking calm down!" Deadpool said running away, tears filling his mask. "I'll see you all next time on 'Deadpool's A Dumbass'." He said waving to the sky.
"I think he escaped the loony bin." a lady said.
"Fuck you lady." Deadpool said, slumping his shoulders as he began to walk through England, not knowing where to go.