True Mortal Important Quick Note:The beginning of this chapter starts off same as the last!
Disclaimer:Hey BotF?
Bane Of The Fallen:What?
True Mortal:Next time can you get me an AK-47.
BotF:OH HEL N-
To Be Continued
Last Time
AOC:YOU BAS-
Now
AOC:-TARDS! I'LL KILL YOU
True Mortal:... Does anyone even really remember what this was about?
SofK:The fact we forgot it in the first place shows we don't.
BotF:Same.
AOC:YOU FUCKERS! YOU ACT LIKE YOU COULDN'T GO BACK AND READ IT!
True Mortal:WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME!
AOC:YOU MOTHER-
True Mortal:WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!
AOC:AW, HERE IT GOES!
Chapter 8:The Great Mercenary War(Battle Of The Titans Part 2)
Naruto sighed as he pulled his arm back, his eyes squinting in concentration, his current mission requiring nothing but pure concentration. Bringing it back fourth, a broken arrow glinting dangerously, his arm slammed through a door, the arrow coming to rest in a man's rib cage. As the man stumbled backwards, Red Arrow lurched forwards, his hands coming to drag the man into the shadows. Walking forwards, Red Arrow opened the door to where Taskmaster's drop zone was, allowing him free.
Sighing, Taskmaster rolled his stiff shoulders."Thank you." with that, he walked forwards, looking around and making sure that there was no one nearby."So, did you find anything out?" He questioned his partner mercenary.
"Yeah. Our target, the Crimson Mafia's boss is on the other side of this mansion. Between him and us there are approximately fourty guards, twenty rookies, five war veterans to Mafia, and nine hired mercs. Our best chance to get to the Mafia Boss is to split up and go in two separate directions. Then meet back up in our rendezvous point." Red Arrow answered as his partner nodded.
"Right. Move on ahead then, I'll be moving this way." With that, Red Arrow rushed away from his partner, Taskmaster lingering behind with a feeling of dread settling in his stomach. Standing still for a few moments longer, Taskmaster shook his head, clearing it of his negative thoughts. Swirling on his heels, he rushed down the hallway he was in,cutting the corner of his designated hallway.
Immediately, he was forced to duck and dodge over to the other corner, hiding behind it.'These guys must have been off the radar when Red Arrow was doing recon...' The master mercenary thought to himself as he observed the ten or so war veterans sitting in the hallway with ten of the Crimson Mafia boss' guards. Sighing with a silent crack of his neck, Taskmaster withdrew a smoke bomb from his utility belt before tucking and rolling, throwing it down the hall.
Immediately, it exploded, Taskmaster pressing an invisible button on his mask, his yellow eyes glowing brighter as heat signature became available to him. Smirking, Taskmaster withdrew his sword, jumping into the smoke, careful not to make any contact with the people he killed, besides lopping off their heads. Of course, the smoke could only last so long, three war veterans and a guard still living. Upon seeing him they all jumped back, trying to unbuckle their guns from their holsters as Taskmaster quickly withdrew his two Beretta's.
"Quick tip boys, never get a holster that tightens the gun to where you can't even unbuckle it. It's not good for your health." With that, Taskmaster allowed his fingers to draw back, three men instantly going down with bullets between their eyes. Smirking, Taskmaster pointed on of the Beretta's at the last living war veteran, buckling the other.
"You'll miss!" The war veteran goaded the master mercenary, who smirked at the aging man.
"I hardly ever miss." Taskmaster replied as he gently began squeezing his Beretta's trigger.
"Well you will this time!" The man cried as he lurched forwards, grabbing a hold of Taskmaster's hand, delivering a solid punch to the younger man's face. Taskmaster growled as he stumbled backwards, his Beretta flying to the far end of the hall before he lurched forwards, planting his knee in his opponents gut. His opponent groaned before striking out with another punch, this one Taskmaster able to dodge. Following this, Taskmaster turned, his heel spinning on the ground as the sole of his other boot crashed into his opponent's chest, the older man stumbling backwards with a gasp.
Lurching forwards Taskmaster grabbed the back of the war veteran's head before bringing it down to crash into his knee. Following this, taskmaster lashed out with a spinning heel kick, sending the man stumbling even farther backwards. Rushing forwards, Taskmaster allowed his hands to clasp together before delivering a double axel handle downwards punch. Following this, Taskmaster jumped forwards, his hands grabbing a hold of the older man's neck, his knees firmly placing themselves in his opponent's ribs as the older man fell on his back.
Feeling the man's ribs give a slight heave underneath of him, Taskmaster rolled away, the War Veteran still quick to get to his feet, before kicking out, allowing his feet to smash into his opponent's face. As the older man stumbled away, Taskmaster rushed forwards, wrapping his arms around his opponent's waist before swinging himself around the back of the man, his feet kicking himself off of the ground before he wrapped his legs around his opponent's neck, his upper body weight falling backwards sending his opponent headfirst into the wall behind him. Following this, Taskmaster kicked himself off of the wall, shooting forwards and wrapping his arms around the war veteran's head before bringing it, crown first, down onto the ground.
The war veteran moaned in pain as Taskmaster stomped on his back multiple times, before picking him up. The war veteran, still keen on living, pushed the master mercenary away, withdrawing a combat knife and rushing forwards."Im'a kill you you little fucker!" The war veteran cried, pure rage written on his face before he lurched out of his running state, flying through the air to stab Taskmaster. Seeing this, the young man ducked and rolled away, leaving the older to smash into the wall once again before slumping down. The man moaned before once again standing to his feet, Taskmaster already walking back towards him.
The war veteran lurched forwards, swinging his right arm before Taskmaster grabbed it, yanking it behind the older man's back, before pulling it with a sickening crack. Following this, Taskmaster preformed the same act with the other arm before forcing the man down onto his knees, the war veteran's eyes actually welling with tears."P-Please, C'mon man, I gotta family! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything! I'll pay you! Please! Anythin-"
"Deadmen... Don't negotiate..." With that, Taskmaster lurched forwards, snapping his opponent's neck to the side with a sickening crack, the war veteran gurgle as his eyes rolled back into his head. Smirking, Taskmaster kicked the man away before rushing off down the hallway, making a dive for his lost Beretta as one of the wooden doors opened, a man walking out to see what all the emotion had been of. Immediately, He was shot in the head before stumbling backwards into the room he had emerged from, three more men coming out, though they were dealt with in a similar fashion. Rebuckling his gun back into its holster before he knelt down.
Walking forwards, he peered around a corner, finding no guards patrolling it before he rolled into the next hallway, his back instantly pressing itself up against the white colored walls. Taskmaster inched down the hallways of the mansion, careful at each turn to pear around the corners to make sure that there was no one lying in wait like the last time. Peering around a certain corner that seemed to have a massive amount of blood stained on it, Taskmaster cursed as he quickly brought his head back behind the wall, his mind instantly processing who he had seen.
Behind the corner, sitting in wait, was none other than one of Cadmus underground workers, Bullseye, one of the men that he had been taught from. Growling, Taskmaster withdrew his two Beretta's before swinging around the corner he hid behind, instantly shooting the man multiple times as he ducked and rolled away down the hall. Swirling around, the man smirked as he stared down Taskmaster."Hey! Little Tasky! Good to see you again!" Bullseye spoke in a fake tone before he lurched forwards, throwing a sharp, metal playing card at the master mercenary.
Instantly, Taskmaster ducked and rolled away, only to have another imbed itself in his arm. Gritting his teeth, Taskmaster pulled it from his shoulder, hiding the card. Bullseye smirked, withdrawing a bottle filled with rum as he took a swig from it."Look here here, I'm drunk and still winning!"
"You're not leaving here unscathed Bullseye." Taskmaster growled at the man who smirked.
"I gotta warn you Rookie, I have adamantium In me now."
"Doesn't make a difference to me." With that, Taskmaster lurched forwards, his foot slamming into Bullseye's temple, forcing him to stumble backwards before unsheathing his sword, swinging it with deadly accuracy as Bullseye jumped backwards, his chest still being opened as crimson blood sprayed outwards. Smirking, Taskmaster lurched forwards again, though Bullseye dodged to the side, stabbing a medieval looking weapon into the back of Taskmaster's shoulder. Cracking his neck, Taskmaster sheathed his sword, reaching into his utility belt before withdrawing a small item with a handle and 2 inch blade before Taskmaster lurched his arms, the blades quickly extending and the weapon becoming tonfa's that Taskmaster began swinging with deadly accuracy.
Bullseye's eyes widened quickly as Taskmaster lurched forwards, cutting, once again, across Bullseye's chest. Bullseye growled as he lurched forwards, kneeing Bullseye in his gut before withdrawing Taskmaster's M1911's and jumping backwards, firing at Taskmaster. Swinging hos Tonfa's, Taskmaster allowed his weapons to deflect the bullets that his own guns fired at him, sending them back at Bullseye who gave a howl of pain at the feeling of the bullets piercing him.
Jumping forwards, Taskmaster stabbed out with the ends of his Tonfa's, trying to pierce Bullseye through his abdomen, though the older man jumped backwards, falling to the ground. Growling, the older man lashed out with a kicked that connected with Taskmaster's jaw. The younger man stumbled backwards before lurching, taking back his two M1911's in a tackling brawl before firing one, the bullet piercing Bullseye's hip, causing him to howl In pain again. Standing to his feet, Taskmaster stomped on Bullseye's chest, pressing as much pressure as he could to cave it in.
Bullseye groaned in pain before kicking out from under Taskmaster, jumping into the air before his feet crashed into Taskmaster's abdomen. The younger man stumbled backwards before Bullseye jumped back to his feet, wrapping his arms around Taskmaster's neck, trying to force the life out of his opponent. Snarling, Taskmaster preformed a snapping move with his wrist, the metal card he had yanked from his shoulder appearing in his hand. Following this, he jammed it into the exact same hip that he had shot, forcing Bullseye to let go of Taskmaster.
Taskmaster lurched into the air, backflipping to where his legs wrapped around Bullseye's neck before bringing his body weight down, Bullseye's head crashing into the wall in front of them. Groaning, Bullseye quickly jumped to his feet as he and Taskmaster both withdrew combat knives."Let's end this rookie." Bullseye growled to Taskmaster who growled back at him.
"Let's." With that, the two rushed forwards, Bullseye swiping to slit Taskmaster's throat before the younger man Ducked down, ripping the metal card out of Bullseye's hip, forcing the man to fall to his knees with a heavy thump, a choked groan forcing itself from his mouth as he shook his head in despair and pain. Walking forwards, Taskmaster lifted his knife high before slamming it into Bullseye's shoulder. Walking around with his one of his Beretta's, having put all of his other weapons away, before aiming it between Bullseye's eyes.
"Go on kid... Do it... Show me how far you've come..." Bullseye spoke to Taskmaster whose eyes went dull, fading out as if remembering something lost so long ago...
~Flashback~
Bullseye sat, dressed in civilian clothes, beside a young, nine year old Naruto, a bottle of Rum in his hands."Listen kid." Bullseye spoke, taking a large swig from his rum, Naruto's mismatched eyes shooting to him."I know we haven't known each other long... Hell not even three months... But with you showing so much of me in you..." Bullseye reached over, grabbing a sheathed item,"I can't help but feel like you're my kid so I want you to take this," At this, he uncovered the item, revealing it to be a black and white bladed swords,"And become the best you can be."
Naruto's eyes shown brightly, reaching out and taking the sword, his hands reaching out and gripping around the black leather handle before laughing."With this, I'll become one of the best Mercenaries in the world, A Master Mercenary, even Better than you!" He exclaimed as Bullseye smirked, taking another large swig of his rum.
"Maybe so kid... Maybe so..."
~End Flashback~
Taskmaster continued to point the gun at Bullseye's head, his hand shaking with Bullseye's head bowed before lurching forwards, the gun slamming against Bulleye's face before he fell to the ground, unconscious."Not today Bullseye... Maybe tomorrow, But not today." With that, Taskmaster rushed off down the hallway, leaving Bullseye's limp form behind before cutting around a corner. Ducking and rolling under a window filled to the brim with guards, Taskmaster jumped to his feet, continuing his track down to the mafia boss' room.
Coming to a stop behind a wooden door that opened, slamming his sword through it, the blade piercing whomever had come fourth before slamming the door shut, the body falling to the ground with a thump inside the room. Smirking, Taskmaster rushed forwards, Intent on finishing his dash for the Crimson Mafia Boss' room, however he was cut off as a figure slammed into his from behind, the person's feet landing on his back as the air was knocked out of him. Raising his head, the-
"-Figure was revealed to be DEADPOOL! DUNUNUNUNUN!" Deadpool intervened into the story, giving a thumbs up to seemingly no one."That's right readers! Rather the Author likes it or not, I have made my debute! Now get ready for the Super Awesome, spectacular, Ass kicking-" Deadpool's sentence was cut short as Taskmaster lurched forwards, his foot crashing into Deadpool's face, knocking him backwards.
"Of all the mercenaries in the world that I could have come in contact with, it had to have been you!" Taskmaster ground out as Deadpool innocently put his hands on his chest, as though hurt.
"Me? Little ol' Merc With The Mouth?" Deadpool questioned before Taskmaster lurched forwards once again, though he was dodged by the red and black mercenary."You know I got a bone to pick with you!" Deadpool called to Taskmater, who withdrew his M1911's."Lately you've been stealing all of my mission... AND FANS! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" Deadpool cried as he withdrew before Taskmaster opened fire on the man in front of him, though it did little more than blow holes in his Oppenent who drew his swords.
Buckling his guns, Taskmaster spoke,"Wanna play? Then we'll play!" Before withdrawing his own sword, both lurching forwards, their weapons clashing with a loud 'clang'. Taskmaster drew the swords in a circle before knocking Deadpool's arms to the side. The Merc With The Mouth stumbled to the side with them as Taskmaster lurched forwards with his sword. Deadpool took the jab without pain before laughing.
"Now everyone reading this, PAY ATTENTION!" The man called before slamming his elbow into the crow of Taskmaster's skull, the young man stumbling back in pain as Deadpool rushed forwards, his swords almost slicing through his opponent as the Young Man ducked away. Jumping forwards, Taskmaster wrapped his arms around Deadpool's neck, trying to choke the air out of him, Deadpool making exaggerated choking sounds, his arms flailing wildly before he spoke again,"I can't breath, I can't breath, I CAN BREATH!" With that, Taskmaster was thrown over Deadpool's shoulder as he walked forwards."That wasn't nice you know! The readers are looking forwards to an all out war where only one of us-"
"My lord, do you ever shut up!" Taskmaster growled as he unbuckled his AK-47. Deadpool placed a finger on his chin, as though thinking before snapping his fingers.
"I was going to say when I sleep but... Even when I do I don't! Now-" Deadpool's sentence was cut short as Taskmaster unleashed fire, the bullets of Taskmaster's AK-47 ripping through Deadpool as said Mercenary made exaggerated motions, as one would do if they were in a cheesy shoot out movie before falling against the wall, laughing.
"This is almost like fighting Wolverine! Hey, can you start calling me bub?" Deadpool questioned as Taskmaster Growled, throwing a Metal playing card he had stolen from Bullseye."Ohhhhh, Shinyyyyyy." Deadpool muttered, examining the metal items that imbedded itself in the wall beside his head before Taskmaster spoke.
"Bullseye." With that, the card exploded, sending Deadpool stumbling down the hallway before dropping to the ground, his suit on fire. Smirking at the, admittedly funny, Mercenary, before rushing forwards as his opponent stood, ripping his sword out of the Merc with the Mouth's abdomen before swirling around, lopping off Deadpool's arm before the man began screaming.
"AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHH! MY ARM! MY ARM! MY ARM! MY- Nah I'm alright. Say, can you lend me a hand? Hahaha... It's alright, I'll go get it." With that, Deadpool began to run over to his dismembered arm, Taskmaster watching in disbelief before rushing forwards, jumping onto the back of Deadpool's head, sending it crashing into the ground as he dropped the pieces of his arm."NO! YOU BASTARD!" With that, Deadpool lurched forwards, a gun leaving its resting placed as he shot Taskmaster multiple times, the young man stumbling backwards in pain from the bullets rebounding off of his vest.
Deadpool, taking advantage of his now off balance opponent, dived for his arm before kneeling, placing the three pieces together."No that's not right... That's not it either... What the hell... Do any of you readers know how to do this? Oh, You do? How? …. Really...? Huh... Hey you're right! Than-" Deadpool's sentence was, once again, cut off as Taskmaster lurched forwards, kicking Deadpool in the face as he stumbled backwards. Deadpool groaned before lashing out with a kick towards Taskmaster, which the Master Mercenary caught before snapping it at an odd angle.
Deadpool jumped backwards, walking in an odd way before Taskmaster shot forwards, kicking Deadpool in his chest. Deadpool stumbled backwards before he snapped his leg back into place before he picked up one of his swords."Alright... START THE CHANT! DEADPOOL! DEADPOOL! DEADPOOL! DEADPOOL! DEAD-"
"SHUT UP!" Taskmaster called as he lurched forwards, his sword clashing against Deadpool's. The two stood in a stand still before Deadpool pushed forwards, knocking Taskmaster backwards before the later shot forwards, slamming his foot into Deadpool's gut. Deadpool stumbled backwards before Taskmaster brought a smoke bomb from his utility belt, throwing it to the ground before his heat signature vision showed through once again.
"I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T SEE!" Deadpool chanted from inside the smoke as Taskmaster shot forward into it, slamming his sword back into Deadpool's gut before Deadpool raised his."GOTCHA'!" With that, he brought the sword down, breaking Taskmaster's at the handle. Taskmaster stumbled backwards in shock, his eyes observing the handle that he held within his hands.
"M-My sword..." Taskmaster mumbled before jumping forwards,"I'LL SEND YOU OFF TO HELL!" Taskmaster called as he slammed into Deadpool, taking him through a wooden sword, picking a crowbar from the room they were now in before allowing the item to slam into his enemy mercenaries head."YOU... SORRY... SON... OF... A... BITCH!" Taskmaster called, punctuating each mark with a strike from the crowbar.
Snarling, Taskmaster sent Deadpool through a glass table before stomping on Deadpool's chest, forcing all of his pressure onto Deadpool's chest. Following this, Taskmaster jumped into the air, falling back down onto his opponent's chest, Deadpool moaning. Laughing, Taskmaster nailed Deadpool with the crowbar one last time, allowing the man to lay unconscious. Snarling, Taskmaster removed his two Beretta's, putting two bullets into his opponent from each gun before leaving the room, Deadpool calling after him,"I WILL return to this Fanfiction!" Growling, Taskmaster swung around, putting one last bullet into the man's skull, though he still sat moaning.
Shaking his head in despair, Taskmaster moved on, cutting around the corner and coming fifteen feet away from the obese Crimson Mafia Boss', a red arrow going through one side of his chest under his armpit and out through the other. Smirking as the man dropped to his knees, eyes widening, Taskmaster raised his right Beretta, aiming it at the man's forehead."Reap the whirlwind you fucking fat bastard." Taskmaster growled before shooting the man between the eyes.
Swirling on his heels, Taskmaster rushed back down the hall to his and Red Arrow's Rendezvous point, making sure to place one more bullet in Deadpool on the way out...
~That Night, Naruto's Bar~
Naruto, Roy, and Artemis sat in the back of Naruto's bar, visors up to hide them from unwanted eyes, the former two of the three with their heads down and beers in their hands."What's wrong with you two?" Artemis questioned as Roy lifted his head.
"I had to fight a crazed war Veteran, The new, now dead, merc. Skarlet and Green Arrow, and still hit our target... And he lived..." Roy stated as Artemis shook her head.
"Naruto?" At his name, Naruto raised his head, taking a long swig of his beer.
"I had to fight a crazed war veteran, My old Mercenary Teacher slash Father Figure, couldn't kill him, then Deadpool, couldn't kill him for a different reason, lost my sword, and then had to finish off our target!"
"That's rough buddy." Roy spoke as he patted Naruto on his back.
"Yeah..."
"So let me get this straight..." Artemis spoke,"Roy got a sword and you lost yours?"
"Yep." At this, Artemis laid her head onto the counter, a laugh escaping her as Naruto growled.
"Laugh now, but I have my eyes on two ancient weapons held in the Museum Of Natural Weapons."
"Do you know how many guards they have at that place?" Roy questioned as Naruto smirked, nodding.
"Yeah, that's why you,me, and Artemis are going to go planning right now." With that, Naruto slid from his seat, Finishing his beer as Roy and Artemis glanced to each other, Shrugging before following off after their friend...
True Mortal:Done.
SofK:Let's get this over with now.
BotF:Now, please?
True Mortal:Alright, let's go AOC, and bring my Crowbar.
AOC:AW, HERE IT GOES!
True Mortal:BURY ME WITH MY GUN!