This is a follow on from my previous story. R/R it if you wish and most of all enjoy!

Deadpool: Unrequited Nightmares Setting the scene: Deadpool has just arrived home from Leeds Fisheries. It is 9:30am and on the TV, The Simpson's are just are about to start. The phone rings. Chapter 1 Deadpool had never experienced a morning like that before ever in his entire life with the exception to last years new year's eve party. Just thinking about that night made his head hurt on a major scale. All he wanted to do now was to grab a large packet of chips and sprawl out on his ragged couch for the whole day watching the Simpson's marathon. This was his absolute favourite show, no matter how long it had run and how thin the ideas were running it always maintained its charm, wit and humour.             The M and M's phone interrupted his train of thought with its incredibly loud and drilling ring. Deadpool trundled over and picked up the receiver and mouthed a few M and M's while he was at it.

"Yeah, who is it"

"Hey, it's me babe" Vanessa aka The Copycat's voice was extremely recognisable even this early in the morning. "What have you been up to hunnybun?"

"Oh nothing. Just got given a job which wasn't even a real job and had a nasty run in with the local mafia but I dealt with them ok, without losing too many toes," 

"Oh that's just great. Do you want to meet up for dinner tonight and then maybe some fun and games at your or my place?" Copycat said.

"Yeah, that sounds kinky. I'll pick you up at 8 we'll go to Luigi's, kay? Love ya," Deadpool said with his best soapie voice and slammed the receiver down.

"Jeez, these women just never give you a break, you have to be on all the time. The last thing I want to be on for the rest of the day is on!" Deadpool grunted cushioning himself on the sofa his spot for the rest of the day with all the supplies he would need including a jumbo bag of chips, a two litre Dr Pepper and another handful of M and M's.

He switched on the TV and his favourite show was beginning. It was the one where they get a pool. Deadpool slid off his uniform and popped open the chip packet while throwing the uniform onto the floor. There was nothing more brain numbing than vegetating in front of the idiot box.

Adam Simkins (known as the Butcher to his clients) opened the door to his apartment. It had been a long few days and he hadn't been home in quite a long time. He slammed his fist on the wall as he remembered that he hadn't left any food for the cat and he was minding it for his mother. He pulled off the blood red Singlet that he had been wearing all through the vicious encounter and threw it in the trash as well as the mummified cat he was really regretting minding. He couldn't even mind a babysitter, what was he thinking. He had just completed his 100th job and it had gone off without a hitch. It was just one of those jobs where a wife wanted to get rid of an abusive husband and couldn't do it herself. Nothing big. He wiped the gun clean and placed it back on the wall and with the machete that had hacked a lot of human flesh this morning. Nothing that he hadn't done before with a large cash reward he was to pick up this evening. The phone rang.

            "Yeah" Adam said suspiciously.

            "Hey Butch, it's me," it was his associate and good friend, Louis Carvella. "I need you for a job immediately. The boys and me had a bit of a run with a certain local mercenary named Deadpool or somethin' and the results weren't pretty. The pigs report I may be the only survivor and I didn't come out of it too well either!" he said

"What happened to you? You seem to be able to take care of yourself as long as I've known ya anyway!" Adam spat

"He shot me in the back. I'm downtown at the hospital. The doc says I might not be able to walk again. I want this guy to suffer and I know you are the right man to talk to about this"

"Yeah, no worries man. I'll pay you visit after my power nap. See you there," he spoke slamming the receiver down.

He had heard of this hitman known as Deadpool. Supposedly he was very good and he was always pinching high priced jobs meant for him. He would do this job for sure. It would take a lot of guts, concentration and determination but he was the right guy for the job. 100 completions, no failures as yet. He lumbered towards his makeshift mattress to achieve as much precious sleep as he could get.