Author's Note: Sorry it has taken so long to get yet another chapter up for The Devil Is Mine, but I had several issues in my life occur that had required more attention of me than my writing, so, without further delay, here is Chapter 4. More updates will follow... I hope
Disclaimer: I do not own Bullseye, Daredevil, Justin Hammer, Silvio Manfredi, Foggy Nelson or anyone else in the Marvel Universe who may or may not come into my story unless they are characters of my own design. Last time I checked though, I do own my Bullseye underwear and Deadpool lobster bib and Daredevil Beanie hat.... Don't ask me why... and I do call dibs on my story because hey, I gotta have dibs on something.
Chapter 4: Hey, I didn't know the Dead-Mobile was Aquatic! It Isn't??? Cripes!!!
Windows on vans are usually able to buy the drivers time should they lose control and plummet into a fairly large body of water. For just a few seconds, they tend to remain afloat before finally filling with too much water and begin sinking. Even then, the driver and passengers still have some time to squeak out a miraculous escape. Deadpool and Bullseye, on the other hand, were still too busy trying to kill each other to think about saving themselves, despite the now void of a windshield on the Dead-Mobile. But, this is all getting ahead of ourselves. To truly enjoy this moment, let us take a look back at what was happening prior to splashdown.
It all started when Bullseye was rescued from certain prison time by an organization led and financed by one, Justin Hammer, a rival to the KingPin, aka Wilson Fisk. Justin Hammer has decided to let Bullseye work off his freedom by knocking off a few problem targets that would hinder his plans. One of these targets was another rival, Silvio Manfredi. While Bullseye was staking out a formal affair Manfredi was attending, he found himself to be interrupted by a gun toting, blade brandishing, mask-wearing psychopath by the name of Deadpool. Soon this interruption had caused Manfredi to escape and led to a high-speed chase, which was once again interrupted by Deadpool. Finally, Bullseye managed to leap into the Dead-Mobile and by some grace of God, got inside the thing alive, only to find it tearing through Central Park and into the Reservoir therein.
Now at this point in time, both men only had one thing coming out of their mouths as their eyes widened and jaws dropped, seeing where they were going. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh Shi...." And the water quickly swallowed the van. Bullseye and Deadpool gave up on trying to kill one another just yet, as they had opted to prefer getting out of the van alive. Swimming out through the now gaping hole that at one point had functioned as a windshield, the pair of assassins slowly swam to the other side of the reservoir, all the while making it a point to remain as far from the flashing red and blues as possible. As the pair came up on the other side, they collapsed upon the ground, catching their breath. Deadpool was the first to break the silence.
"I think the fish were doing their business in that water." He stated in a quite matter of fact way.
Bullseye simply looked up at the masked mercenary with a chuckle before a realization dawned on him. A sudden surge of adrenalin shot Bullseye's hand out to grip Deadpool by the throat. "You... cost... me... my... hit!"
Deadpool's hands went for Bullseye's when suddenly, he had an idea, which brought him much satisfaction as the upward momentum of his knee was brought to a sudden sharp halt by the groin of Bullseye. Bullseye's grip weakened as Deadpool thrust a kick into his rival's jaw, "Well you cost me pork chops, applesauce, girly magazines, and a van! I think that almost makes us even." As he finished, Deadpool reached down for his pistol, but a sudden spotlight from a police car passing by the Reservoir caught his attention and made him flee, followed shortly thereafter by Bullseye. Deadpool turned his head, looking back at the assassin, as he kept moving, looking for something to use to get away. Bicycle? No too slow. Jogging shoes? Nah, not Velcro laces. Skateboard? Tony Hawk he ain't. Horse drawn Carriage? Only two horsepower, but it could work in a pinch. Deadpool leapt into the drivers seat and grabbed the reins as he looked back at Bullseye, who was catching up fast. "Now if he gets arrested, I am not gonna get to kill him anytime soon..." Deadpool thought to himself. As a side note here, Bullseye was thinking something similar, except it had many more expletives. So, as Deadpool snapped the reins, he turned and yelled back to Bullseye "RUN LIKE YOU STOLED SOME STUFF FROM K-MART BOY!"
Bullseye wasted no time in picking up the pace, because he would have a rather difficult time of killing this boob if he were to be arrested, and soon found himself leaping after the buggy, grabbing the back of the carriage seat and hanging on for dear life as Deadpool careened out into the middle of a busy street, cutting across traffic while forcing cars to screech to a halt before using them as ramps for the horses. This tactic also served the additional purpose of preventing Bullseye to get into the main carriage space, there by preventing him from getting a clean shot in on him. This was only serving to further irritate Bullseye, as the erratic driving of that fucking costumed bastard was doing a bang up job. Quite literally.
And Bullseye had officially become sick of it...
So, the first opportunity Bullseye had, He leapt from the back of the carriage, driving a flying kick into the helmeted jaw of a motorcyclist, knocking him to the ground. As Bullseye Commandeered the motorcycle, he made his point to the owner that he would not be getting it back, by nailing him in the eye with a paperclip. Bullseye wasted no time in getting the motorcycle up to speed, before turning it around and taking off after Deadpool.
"On Dasher! On Dancer! On... Wait a minute, I thought Santa had 8 reindeer!!!" Deadpool belted out before finally a carriage wheel broke, causing him to curb his horses and look for another mode of transportation. This time, a jolly smile could be seen through his mask as Deadpool drew one of his guns and jumped into the cab of a big, black diesel rig. "Do you have your license and registration???" he said, pressing the barrel of the gun to the truckers nose. "No? Good, Get out, this vehicle is being impounded!"
The man wasted no time in getting out, which allowed Deadpool to get the rig moving, but not before being passed up by Bullseye.
"Oooooooooooo I can kill him too! Annie was right! The sun WILL come out tomorrow, TONIGHT!!!"
A gunshot rang out through the air as Bullseye continued barreling down the street. A quick look behind him granted him a view of Deadpool, sitting in a big black rig, leaning out the window, one arm aiming a rather large gun at him while the other was steering, with the occasional release of the wheel to toot the horns. Bullseye had no choice, he had to outrun the maniac and get away from him if he was going to get Manfredi tonight! As Bullseye began weaving in between cars, Deadpool made no mistakes about his intentions and barreled through the oncoming traffic. Those who did not get out of the way voluntarily found themselves pushed out of the way by the big rig driving 'Pool.
"I got a great big convoy, heading out through the night, I got a great big convoy, ain't she a beautiful siiiiight. Convoooooooooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!" Deadpool sang out as off key as he could go while slamming into more cars, and even taking out two or three pedestrians.
Bullseye's luck had finally run out though, as suddenly, a light changed, and a car veered out in front of him. Barely getting the bike up in time, Bullseye managed to jump the small European car, but he was going so fast that he had in fact crashed through a boarded up window and skidded to a halt in a scarcely furnished living room area. He had only started to get up when he looked out through the hole he made in the window, only to see bright headlights barreling toward the building. Jumping out of the way, to relative safety, Bullseye had managed to avoid any of the debris as the rig blasted through the wall, coming to a halt. Deadpool got out of the rig and slid into the room, pistols drawn with a battle cry of "JUMDUMBUMBOOLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Just then, both men heard a click that did not come from either of them. Deadpool averted his eyes from Bullseye to the staircase, as did Bullseye. The sight they beheld normally would send both men into heat, had the leggy, naked, soaking wet, pale, raven haired beauty not been holding a pair of menacing looking guns, leveled at each man's head. "You better speak now. You have both wrecked my wall and have ruined my shower time. That is an offense punishable by death.... You know that already Deadpool."
"Ummmmmm.... I don't suppose a sorry would get me back in your good graces, would it Dom?"
Domino looked straight at Deadpool, whipping her hair back to reveal her one black circled eye before taking a warning shot dangerously near Deadpool's gentleman bits. "You have never been in my good graces Deadpool, and your buddy here isn't getting off to a good start. You have two seconds to explain yourselves..."
Another Gratuitous Author's Note: Yup, Manfredi still be kickin, as is Deadpool and Bullseye. At least until Domino gets through with them. Hope you all found this chapter to be well worth the wait!
Next Chapter:... That would be Chapter 5 and with another merc in the picture, Is there too many cooks in the kitchen??? I dunno bout you all, But I am gonna go have me some Jumdumbumboolay... Whatever the heck that stuff is...