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What you need to know: Vanessa aka The Copycat, after losing her job has pleaded for assistance from Deadpool and has received temporary accommodation while she gets her life back on track whereas Adam Simkins aka The Butcher has found out the information he needed on our own merc-with-a-mouth and is on his way to pay him a visit.
Chapter 5The cigarette package came out suspiciously more easily than it had ever before and Deadpool knew something was wrong. Tapping the butt of the package he waited for the orange tip of the cigarette to pop out. But no nothing, nada, zippo cigaretto!
"DAMMIT!!" Deadpool aggressively yelled throwing the empty pack against the stained yellow bedroom wall.
"What is it babe?" Vanessa queried while disrobing herself and entering the shower cubicle.
"I'm out of smokes!" he grunted. "I'll just quickly run to the gas station and pick up a pack. You need anything while I'm gone?"
"Um…yeah…I'm out of lady ultra slim tampax. Do you mind picking me up a pack?"
"Ewww! Too much information! Yeah ok. In the words of my hero…I'll be back" he spat in his best Arnie impression that was actually not that bad and headed out the door locking it behind him. His motorcycle was just where he left it this morning but it looked like it needed a bit of a clean unfortunately. He added it to his bulky to do list.
The engine purred to life as he gave the key one last jiggle as he rode off for his early morning nicotine hit, leaving a great plume of exhaust fumes behind him for the environment to worry about.
The lost child poster on the door of the gas station had been up for quite awhile if they hadn't found the little brat by now he would've been long gone. The doors slid open and Deadpool made the transition from the warmth of the outside to the chilled air-conditionedness if that was a word he was too relaxed to care. The immigrant at the counter had been eyeing him as soon as he had entered through those sliding doors with good cause Deadpool looked worse for wear and any sane human being would be curious as to what happened or just too damn frightened to ask. He hoped for the latter.
"Pack of Marlboro '20's and these" he said putting the pack of tampons onto the counter.
"That will be 15.25 have a good day sir I know you will," he said red-faced giving Deadpool a quirky look.
"These are not mine ok! They're my girlfriends!
"Sure they are"
"Go to hell" Deadpool fumed slamming a 20 down and heading for the exit.
"Jeez! The things you do for a woman," Deadpool said while starting up his beast and quickly riding home.
He got home again and the door was unlocked a slightly open. He got the chills it reminded him of too many horror movies that he regretted seeing.
"Nessa? They were out of ultraslims so I had to get you the maternities. I hope that's ok. Nessa?"
From the sound the shower was still going and the wet patch at the front door trailing to his bedroom looked very suspicious.
"Hey Nessa? I'm sorry alright. I had to go through a lot of crap to get these. It's not fair on me. You need to hold up your end of the bargain aswell, you know?" Deadpool yelled to the jet stream of water still coming from his bedroom shower.
"Is their room in there for a very unclean Deadpool who need's a good scrubbin'?" he said while entering his bedroom and pacing toward the steamfilled cubicle.
"Vanessa? Are you in here? Aw crap," he mumbled almost speechless looking at the damp post it note stuck to the wall of the shower.
It read:
Hey DeadpoolYou know your blue girlfriend is really good-looking with no clothes on I'm really tempted. I'm at 43 Endeavour Avenue with a face full of blue hair and a knocked out lady on my lap. I really want to speak to you. How bout it lovely?
With all he had been through this morning this would have to rate up there somewhere in the middle. They could hurt him all they wanted but not the chick. This was just such a movie-type thing to do take somebody's lady hostage and he was really pissed off about it. No one takes Deadpool's girl and gets away with it. He got geared up and was on the move again.
What would he give for a good lie down and maybe a bit of action.
