E-Mail: Wyzeguy79@yahoo.com
Summary: Deadpool dispenses harsh justice on his
latest victim.
Rating: R (character death, violence)
Feedback & Archive: Let me know how I did with this,
and if you want to archive, ask.
Disclaimer: I don't own Deadpool. Marvel does.
Notes: This is a response to Khaki's opening sentence challenge: "His blood dripped from the counter like
spilled milk." This was a decidedly tougher challenge than the previous two, but I think it worked. This was also my first-ever attempt at writing Deadpool, so I hope I didn't screw up.
PAYBACK
Wyzeguy
His blood dripped from the counter like spilled milk. His arm hung lifelessly, swinging slightly as he lies
buried face-first in the kitchen sink. Three bullet holes decorated the back of his head. A katana stood
straight up from his back like a victorious mountain climber's flag.
The assassin known as Deadpool admired his handiwork, pulling out the sword and gazing at the freshly-slain victim. "Shame on you for not having a garbage disposal," he scolded the corpse. "I could've had so
much more fun with your face. Not that I didn't have fun, 'cause it's always hilarious when people scream
like a girl and run. And you? Well, you must've been a schoolgirl or Michael Jackson in a former life, 'cause your screaming voice was worthy of a B-movie. You should've been in a choir, y'know that?"
Wade Wilson continued rambling for some time. He cleaned the blood off his blade with a damp cloth,
then resheathed the katana. The assassin turned toward the door, casting one last look at his target.
"Put ME into a slashfic, will ya...? And with Sabretooth, no less...that's just wrong..."
Summary: Deadpool dispenses harsh justice on his
latest victim.
Rating: R (character death, violence)
Feedback & Archive: Let me know how I did with this,
and if you want to archive, ask.
Disclaimer: I don't own Deadpool. Marvel does.
Notes: This is a response to Khaki's opening sentence challenge: "His blood dripped from the counter like
spilled milk." This was a decidedly tougher challenge than the previous two, but I think it worked. This was also my first-ever attempt at writing Deadpool, so I hope I didn't screw up.
PAYBACK
Wyzeguy
His blood dripped from the counter like spilled milk. His arm hung lifelessly, swinging slightly as he lies
buried face-first in the kitchen sink. Three bullet holes decorated the back of his head. A katana stood
straight up from his back like a victorious mountain climber's flag.
The assassin known as Deadpool admired his handiwork, pulling out the sword and gazing at the freshly-slain victim. "Shame on you for not having a garbage disposal," he scolded the corpse. "I could've had so
much more fun with your face. Not that I didn't have fun, 'cause it's always hilarious when people scream
like a girl and run. And you? Well, you must've been a schoolgirl or Michael Jackson in a former life, 'cause your screaming voice was worthy of a B-movie. You should've been in a choir, y'know that?"
Wade Wilson continued rambling for some time. He cleaned the blood off his blade with a damp cloth,
then resheathed the katana. The assassin turned toward the door, casting one last look at his target.
"Put ME into a slashfic, will ya...? And with Sabretooth, no less...that's just wrong..."