Please R/R it and enjoy, this the last chapter of the first Deadpool fiction! You've made it to the stunning climax! I'd like to know your thoughts on my first of many fanfic's so drop me a line in the review page or an email whatever takes your fancy! Till my next fanfic- peace out, enjoy yourselves and keep reading \m/ \m/!
What you need to know: Deadpool has fought his way out of the nasty revenge fuelled encounter with the mob boss and his crony Joe and is paying Mr Leeds an unexpected visit to discuss the success of the so called job.
Chapter 10Leeds Fisheries 8:30am
The workers were enjoying their work as much as you can enjoy gutting fish after fish. Their jobs had been saved for the time being by their hardworking and loyal boss and he was on his way around the plant inspecting the morning's productivity without a nervous bone in him.
"Jimmy! Don't throw it on the floor you clown! The guts go in the trash, understand?" Charles yelled as the disgruntled worker did his duty and binned the viscera.
He was truly satisfied with the way his business was going apart from the hitch of the mafia recently; the outlook was clean and hopeful. He made his way to his office dragging his too big shoes on the tiled floor. He had told his wife the size 10 and she goes and buys the size 12! Sometimes there was just no proper communication between human beings.
Blood stained the floor in front of the office door that read:
Charles P. Leeds
Owner and Proprietor
"What the hell is goin' on ere'?" Charles stammered with a tinge of fear mixed with frustration as he flung open the door to reveal a weary and exhausted Deadpool sitting at his desk with a trail of blood showing his steps to the desk.
"Chucky L! What's goin' on man? How is life treating this morning? Couldn't be any worse than this!" Deadpool laughed flinging his foot minus two toes up on the desk covering business documents in blood.
"Ohh! Sorry about that man! My healing factor hasn't kicked in yet but it will in a second. While we are waiting for that pleasant event, I need to have a little chat to you about something, is that fine and dandy Mr L? I thought so," Deadpool said.
Charles was speechless still gripping the door handle as tight as he could and forcefully closing his jaw, which was, stuck wide open.
"Um…uh…Mr Deadpool, what a pleasant surprise!" he forced out an apprehensive laugh.
"Shut your mouth or I'll personally shut it for you, ok?" Charles didn't utter a word.
"Where to start? Hmmm. How about this: What the hell did you get me into, you assbreath! And why such the elaborate scheme if the Mafia just waned to get back at me personally for the perfectly operated nephew job. Oh yeah and where's my money? I did exactly as you required and killed the kingpin as well as all of his cronies this morning so I want some compensation kapeesh?"
"Um…uh…well you see the trouble with that is I don't have any money to give you. The mafia wanted to get to you so they used one of their third wheels and spun me into the plan to get you to fall right into their trap. It was quite an elaborate scheme but it all fell apart for them I assume this morning. I truly apologise for getting you into this I just wanted the mafia out of my business and this was the way to do it. For compensation, I can't give you the planned $500,000 dollars but I can allow you to be a co-owner of Leeds Fisheries," Charles said.
Deadpool thought it over and felt his healing factor kick in.
"Nah! I'll just have what's in your wallet and that Harvard University Diploma over there I gotta get home to watch the Simpsons. All is forgiven, Chucky boy. Just stay out of trouble and you better hope our paths don't cross again in the near future lest you become my butler, 'kay?" Charles nodded and handed over the cash in his wallet and the framed diploma off the wall.
Deadpool had a look at it. It was a PhD in sociology.
"Cool. Dr. Deadpool. This is going straight on top of my TV," Deadpool jokingly admired the certificate making his way out of the Fisheries and his way home. He hoped it wasn't a re-run. He'd seen that 'Homer gets cable' one just too many times.