Bullseye and Deadpool: Assassins gamble

"I killed two of Daredevil's grilfriends! Not to mention beating him as well on a few ocassions. I'm the great Bullseye! So how am I in this mess?" thought Bullseye as another blow to the head made him fall to his knees. He could feel the blood drip down his face. His head felt like it was about to split in two. He could feel his stomach swelling. He looked up to see the huge muscle bound man raise his fist for another. He closed his eyes. This was it. The end of Bullseye. After all this he was going to die tied up on his bedroom floor. Wearing nothing but his underwear. Not beaten down at the hands of Daredevil. Not shot down by the poilce helicopter. Not even shot dead by a nervous police officer.

It seemed like forever, facing the floor, eyes closed, waiting for the punch. But it never came. "Open your eyes Bullseye." The voice didn't come from the man who was pummeling him. It came from his door. Slowly, Bullseye opened one eye, looking up to check it was safe. In the door way stood a second man. He was posh looking, a nice clean jacket with a shirt and tie underneath and held a kaine that had a diamond on the end. "Greetings my young friend. I doubt you ever seen me before no?" Bullseye lookedhim up and down. It was impossible for him to speak, the tape around his mouth had made sure of that. He shook his head slwoy, making sure the sudden movement wouldn't damage him anymore. "I see. Well then, an introduction is necessary. My name is Charles Beckett. The name ring a bell?"

"Beckett? The name certainly rings a bell. I... no... Kenny Beckett? That's how I got into this mess." That took Bullseye back a few weeks.

Bullseye was outside a nightclub, disguised in civillian clothing. Leaning against a wall, he looked at everyone who entered the club. Everytime, he checked the photo in his hand. No such luck yet. It took about another half an hour, but eventually, he showed up. Taking out his lighter, Bullseye burnt the photo as he began to follow his target, who was guarded by another 2 men. He ducked into the shadows every few seconds, making sure he remained hidden.

As they headed round the corner of the back of the club, Bullseye began to ran to catch up. Reaching the corner, he pressed himself up against the wall and peeked round. The three had entered a door in the back of the building. The door was guarded by another man who was well built. As his target went through the door, Bullseye stepped round the corner approaching the guard.

"Hey, no one allowed in this way. Take yer ass round to the front."

"What? Do you know who you are talking to boy? I am the owner of this club!"

"Let's see some proof."

"You want proof, I'll give you proof." Bullseye reached into a pocket, producing a small rectangular shaped card. It had a photo of him on it and said goodbye in big black letters.

"Goodbye? What?" Bullseye threw the card. It sliced the guards neck. Falling to the ground, he grabbed his neck. Bullseye could hear his heavy breathing already. Stepping over the guard, he pushed the door open and walked inside. He was in a room filled with crates. Most likely the storage room. Not far away, voices could be heard. Ducking behined the crates, he made his way closer and closer to the voices, remaining hidden.

"You got the stuff?" came one voice.

"Yeah." replied another, closer to Bullseye. He heard someone messing around with their pockets, until they found what he wanted. There was a small slam as something hit the top of another crate. Bullseye peeked his head out in between two crates. They were drug dealing. A small sack of cocaine rested on the surface of the crate. One man stood either side of the crate. The one who had laid down the cocaine was his target. "Now hand over the money."

The other nodded as he signaled a guard behind him to come forward. The guard handed over a breifcase to Bullseye's target. Bullseye had seen enough, now was the time to act. He pulled the front of his coat forwards, reaching inside. Taking his hand back out, he held a small pistol with a silencer. Placing both hands on the handle and one finger on the trigger, he aimed upwards, shooting out all the lights in the room. The music outside deafend the sound of his gun going off, leaving everyone inside the stock room with much confusion.

The room was pitch black, people were screaming as glass from bulbs fell over their heads. Bullseyes target drew a gun, looking around desperately. He could make out the man he was dealing with, still in front of him.

"What the hell is this?" the man said,drawing his gun and pointing it at the other.

"I have no idea." the drug dealer replied.

"You better not be fu..." he never finished his sentence. He disappeard right before the others eyes, into the darkness. The screams of the others stopped. The dealer could make out that he was the only one left alive. Bullseye could hear his heavy breathing. He raised his fist, and sent it into his targets face, knocking him clean off the ground. The club music was still going, no one could hear the dealers screams for help.

"Shut up." Bullseye said calmly, letting his foot fly into the dealers face. His foot was damp, blood was on it. "Damn! I just got this cleaned you bastard! There goes another wad of cash outta this job. This stuff is hard to clean you see, I can't seperate my whites from my colours!" he let out a mad laugh at his little joke. "So Ken," he said pulling out a can. "Any last words?"

"M-m-my father will come for you!"

"Sure, sure! They all say that! He's some big time gang lord I bet." Bullseye replied, pouring the can all over Kenny's head.

"You have no idea what kind of man he is. Your stepping in so much s that Galactus would have to shovel it off his foot."

Bullseye laughed as he lit a cigarette. "You know what? It's so dark in here that I can't see my own cig!" he took it out and threw it on Ken. His whole body set of fire. "Much better!" Bullseye said, laughing even harder as the whole room lit up from the fires light. He threw the empty can of gasoline before, still laughing as he headed for the door. Just before he left, he stopped and pickedup the cocaine. "Thanks!" he shouted over the raw of the flames, holding that bag high and shaking it.

In the dark of the night, Bullseye made his escape as the fire trucks pulled up outside the club.

"I knew I should have taken that warning." Bullseye thought to himself. "So I killed your kid an you want revenge huh? Get in line." he said as Beckett peeled off the tape from his mouth.

"At first I planned on doing that." Beckett replied. "It turns out that you can be quite usefull to me though. Victor."

The man who had beaten him pulled a can from his pocket. "Recognize this?" he asked, tipping a liquid all over Bullseye.

"Diet Coke?" he joked.

"Wise guy." Victor replied stepping away.

Beckett pulled out a lighter. "Ironic don't you think? going out the same way my son did?" Bullseye frantically began to twist the ropes that tied his hands together, hoping that by some mirical they would snap. "Unless of course, you don't want to die? That can be arranged. Give me the name of who hired you."

"But I.."

"The name!"

"Escarber Toro!"

"The Columbian druglord? Just as I thought." Bullseye sighed with relief. "Thankyou Bullseye. Untie him Victor." as the ropes left Bullseye's hands, he brushed as much blood away from his head as possible. "Come Victor." Beckett and Victor turned to leave. "Oh and Bullseye. If you wouldn't mind. Could you please kill Toro for me? If not then I understand, I'll just have to make sure I didn't waste all my gasoline. Consider it, repaying a debt." with that, Victor and Beckett left.

"Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire." Bullseye muttered to himself. "How am I gonna get out of this one? Toro's got like a whole army on his side. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to get through all that. There has to be some way." Bullseye sat back on his sofa, mopping up the rest of the blood. "If I can't take the bullets, I'll have to find someone who can."