I do not own the character 'Deadpool' he is property of Marvel Comics and I love writing about him. Please review and let me know if you like this little teaser chapter. If it is well received I will turn it into an ongoing fanfiction series.
"Lock the building down and get security up here now!" said an enraged Richard Holtz, CEO of Holtz Industries, before he threw a drinking glass across his office and nearly made his assistant wet himself before he ran out.
Holtz Industries was located in Los Angeles, a skyscraper that could rival Trump Tower. A technology and research driven company that stood at the helm of advanced robotics with a goal to create a better way of life. All of that of course was just bullshit. In truth it was all a cover to hide the fact that Richard Holtz built and sold weaponized tech to terrorist organizations worldwide.
It was the terrorist group, Hands of Destruction, that used an explosive device designed by Holtz Industries that completely turned a small town in rural Texas to ash. The involvement of Holtz Industries in all this was of course kept secret and covered up but unfortunately for Richard Holtz secrets are made to be discovered.
It was a military truck rigged with explosives that crashed into the front door of the company skyscraper blowing up the first three floors that sent Richard into a panicked fright. A swarm of security officers and bodyguards armed with guns marched to the top floor to protect the CEO and secure the building. The truck was driven by the same tech unit designed by Holtz Industries to pilot military vehicles in warfare without human drivers.
"I want teams on every floor, no one leaves the building without us knowing it. Ambulances are on the way along with the fire department to deal with the damages done by the explosion," said the head of security, communicating via radio.
"What the fuck is going on here!?" Holtz asked as he looked out of his window on the top floor at the large smoke plumes reaching up from the fires below.
"We're investigating the explosion, sir," said the head of security as he held his firearm tight and stood near the locked office doors. "Security footage is being checked but we think this was a planned terrorist attack."
"Planned terrorist attack? WE ARE FUNDED BY TERRORISTS!!!" Holtz spat in rage as he stormed through his office kicking stuff away.
Suddenly the door to Richard Holtz's private bathroom swung open and a hearty laugh turned the heads of everyone in the room. Out of the bathroom strolled a remarkable personage. Clothed from head to toe in red with a pair of katanas on his back and a Dessert Eagle pistol holstered on each leg. Wade Wilson or better known as Deadpool.
"Don't go in there, I just took the biggest shit in my life. Also ejaculated in your soap dispenser, good times," said Deadpool as he held a small lcd screen device in hand. "This little gizmo is fucking awesome, crashing that truck while taking a shit."
"Who the fuck is this asshole and why is he holding my tech?" said a very confused and enraged Richarc Holtz.
"Deadpool, a merc. He's dead," said the head of security as he cocked his piece and took aim at the crimson merc.
Deadpool reacted instantly and threw the device in his hands at the crotch of the security head. Followed up by a swipe with one of his sharp-edged katanas and decapitated the man.
As the bloodied head rolled over the floor it was the merc who jumped up on Holtz's desk and prevented Richard from pulling his gun out of a drawer. "Much like your last Saturday night, no touchy," said Deadpool before he kicked Richard across the face and dropped him on his back.
Deadpool sat down on the desk with one of his pistols drawn and aimed at Richard's private parts. He wobbled his legs back and forth as he looked at the CEO on the floor with a bloody nose. "Don't worry I'm not really gonna kill ya, this is just fanfiction and you're about to be fucked in this story like a midget in Game of Thrones," Deadpool said and pulled the trigger twice, blowing out Holtz's brains but not before a painful crotch shot.
"Well this was a fun character introduction. Evil guy dead and bowels emptied, time for snackies," Deadpool said as he threw a credit card-esque golden card with Holtz's name on it upon Holtz's dead body.
Inaudible noises alerted the merc to security forces trying to bust open the locked office doors from outside. It'll be a matter of seconds before a small war would errupt in the office of the now deceased CEO.
Deadpool pulled out both Dessert Eagles and readied himself for the incoming attackers. "Time to kill off nameless fucktards who won't get any speaking lines in this chapter!"
The doors broke open and security officers and bodyguards stormed in with guns blazing. Deadpool ducked behind a fairly large plant which did nothing to shield him from the crushing wave of bullets fired at him. They kept shooting until almost completely in unison they all had to reload. At that same moment Deadpool crawled out from behind the now completely destroyed plant.
His tactical suit was riddled with bullets and blood dripped all around him on the floor. He looked at himself and back at the enemies in front of him and repeated this about five times. "I have more holes in me than Miley Cyrus on a Friday night at the White House! Good shooting fellas, now watch daddy work," Deadpool said and began shooting.
Bodies of utterly shocked foes dropped to the floor as they were horrified to see Deadpool having survived the onslaught of bullets that they fired at him. He managed to make nothing but headshots and a few crotch shots here and there and ultimately emptied his clips.
Holstering his pistols after dropping the empty clips on the floor, he pulled out his twin katanas and spun them around facing the few remaining enemies. "Get ready to wear your brown pants, ladies! I'm chopping wood," Deadpool said and lunged forward slicing limbs and spraying blood.
After the crimson merc was finished and the last body hit the floor, he spun his katanas around before sheathing them again and made a quick bow toward the pile of bloody bodies and farted once. "Lazy writing and farts go hand in hand, praise the fanfiction gods," he said with glee and walked back toward Holtz's bullet-riddled desk.
From his belt he pulled out a little pink mobile phone with glitter all over it and dialed a number. "Deadpool here, people are dead and stuff. Wire the fuckin' money. Love you lots," he said before he tucked the phone back inside a pouch on his belt. "Like R Kelly once said before he filmed himself doing the nasty tango, I BELIEVE I CAN FUCKING FLY!"
He ran and jumped through the big window on the very top floor of a big damn skyscraper and with shattered glass he fell down toward the pavement. All the way down.