Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I could spin you the old excuse of writers block but its just plain laziness. Thanks for sticking by the story and I hope you enjoy the way it goes.

What you need to know: The Butcher just paid a visit to the most notorious hitman in the country to get the low-down on Deadpool. Deadpool is back to lazing about after his showdown with Louis in the last chapter and is unaware his life is to be threatened once again the space of a few hours.

Chapter 4

Deadpool's Warehouse Pad 9am

The credits rolled up on the last episode of a very long maybe just a little bit too long Simpson's marathon. Too bad Deadpool had missed half of it but they repeated the things every weekend anyway so it wasn't too much of a loss. He eased himself off the soiled couch and wiped the chip crumbs off his chest onto the filthy carpet. Stretching his limbs never felt so good when he had nothing to worry about.

The doorbell pierced the just achieved silence.

"Whoisit?" Deadpool screeched while reaching for his sidearm of his artsy coffee table and pacing to the door with a renewed vigour and energy. The bit of rest he had was already showing results.

"Hey 'Nessa, what are you doing here" he beamed after going through the standard procedure of unexpected arrivals at his door.

"Nothing babe, just thought I'd drop by and see how you're doing. I've got nothing better to do," she spat.

"Alright come in, if I knew you would of come I would've got in a tux or somethin'," he chuckled while buttoning up his Snoopy boxer shorts.

She entered and looked around suspicious maintaining her distrustfulness of Deadpool's womanising.

"Is that 'Chanel No. 5' I smell around here?" she enquired

"No that's the toilet its blocked I've been meaning to call a plumber for about a week but just have never got around to it. All in good time I suppose. Would you like a drink or something?"

"Love one. So what have been up to?"

"Oh you know, making the money, doing what I do. It hasn't been the best couple of days but I shouldn't complain I came out better than I lot of people I did business with today. What have you been doing today?" he said.

"Well I've got to tell you the truth. It hurts to say it but I lost my job at the hospital and just got an eviction notice on my door from my bastard landlord. CanIstaywithyou?

"Whoa, Whoa! Slow down their missy, you lost who at the what now?"

"I lost my job, I got nowhere to live. Could I stay here till I work something out?" she pleaded in desperation

Now that he thought about it she sorta did look kind of distraught. She probably was offended that he didn't know that already and asked about it. It was too late now.

"Oh, alright how can I say no to those big blue eyes? Just don't touch my stuff, don't ask questions and when you take something from the fridge make sure it's not past its used by date. I always have that problem," he snapped

"Thankyou, Thankyou, Thankyou, I will never forget this," She said while planting a sloppy kiss on his left cheek.

"Yeah, Yeah. Are we still on for dinner tonight?" Deadpool asked.

"Are you paying for it?"

Deadpool sighed. This was going to be a long who knows how long.

                                                            The Butcher made his way out onto the severely cracked pavement with a twinkle in his eye and a sly grin covering half his face. The talk had been long and at times it had been tiresome but he had got the information he desired and he wasn't going to back down now. It was too late for that.

            "Hot dogs! Hot dogs!" the street vendor screamed, red faced as if he wasn't going to sell any someone was coming to break his legs.

            "Just one please" Adam said while approaching him and giving him the cash.

The hot dogs didn't look the best but this guy looked like he was in strife so Adam showed a rare bit of heart and purchased one.

            "Here you go sir, enjoy!" the man said while stuffing the dollar bill in his greasy apron and displaying his crooked, yellow teeth.

The first bite was murder so he binned it as soon as he got around the corner. He had done his good deed for the day now it was time to do a bad deed. He had found out that Deadpool's residence was at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Brooklyn so that's where he was going to go. He felt a tinge of fear shoot up his spine but that was for the simple reason that the hitman he had just talked to kept on stressing the fact that he didn't know who he was facing today. He knew damn well who he was facing today someone who had fatally injured a good friend of his. Payback time pool boy.

He wiped the sauce remnants off his cheek left behind from that awful hot dog and picked up his pace down Main Street. The grin and the twinkle soon disappeared from his face.