As reported by the investigators earlier this week, those who attacked the facility appear to have been mutants with a still unknown terrorist organization. Though no official statement has been made, some investigators have hinted that one of the individuals on the recovered security tapes might be known assassin Deadpool. Authorities are looking further into this and an announcement is expected later this week."
The television sqauked until it was violently pulled from it's spot on the table and thrown into a nearby wall. The woman that threw it fell to the floor, into a seated position, crying. Her platinum hair looked as if it had not been washed in days. Tears fell freely, staining her light blue cheek, as they have for days before and will for a few more after. Her flannel night top seemed as clean as her hair and hadn't left her body since she had returned to her home, a week ago.
He mind was confused and swimming. First there was the grief of losing a loved one. The person that made her life great. The one that she longed to hold on the long trips away. The one she wished was there to wrap strong arms around her and, tell her that he loved her when, she need to hear it. The one that was such a big part of her that, now that he was gone, with that part, she was left feeling dumb and empty.
The news report was the final straw for today. She found herself wondering how the news could say those things about him. Yes, her man had done many things that she was not proud of. His money was mostly made off the suffering and death of others. She had always rationalised it by telling herself that they were all people that deserved to die. They were evil. Her husband was always quick to agree with her. Of course, to him they deserved to die because he was getting paid. Still, he knew that wasn't what she wanted to hear. As a kindness to his bride, most of his activies were conducted far away from her. He secreted away the nerve center to his operations for both his safety and her's. To give him a place to lay low and, like I said, to keep his evils to himself.
Out of sight, out of mind.
I'll clear up the names before I go any further for those that may have entered half way through the movie. The grieving widow's name is Vanessa Wilson. She's a rather well-known fashion model. Her spreads in Victoria's Secret catalogues are a common source of..uh....inspiration for,....uh, lonely males. Young and old. It's not hard to find a picture of her, just look at billboards, magazines, television, every where. Hell, you've probably already seen her and not even known it. It's not like she always looks like she does now. You see, Vanessa is a mutant and, a shape-shifter to boot. She is every man's fantasy because, she can be what ever they imagine.
Believe me, she's gotten some STRANGE requests.
The corpse in question is, her husband. Well, was anyway. His name was Wade Wilson. To the public in general, he was a billionaire playboy. He was rich and willing to share. There's a hospital named after him in Long Island, New York. He donated to children's charities, telling everyone that since he and his wife were not ready to spoil children of their own yet, he would spoil all the childrent that had no one else to spoil them. He was also everything that every man wanted (something in common with his wife) he was rich, didn't have to seemingly work, and was married to a super-model.
I doubt the public would feel the same about him if they knew how he had come about his money. The public has recently found out and sure, many had an opinion but, most were just caught off guard and shocked. Alot like, Vanessa, they were unable to process everything that they had learned.
Then, there's Deadpool. No, not the normal one I narrate but, this world's version. As I'm sure you figured out, he is Wade Wilson. To the public, Deadpool was well known assassin and mercenary. He was brash and confident that he would never be brought up on charages for his multiple crimes. No, not because of some piece of paper. This is Deadpool we're talking about! He wouldn't join some Merc firm just so the police would leave him alone. Strictly a solo act. Very differnt from the living Deadpool. The dead one was silent and often struck without notice on the job. When the task was done, he would often brag about and always left a calling card at the scene. A business card with the insignia from his belt printed on it with the back read "The best there is at what I do." Our Dedpool would talk and make noice all during the job and never say anything after words. Still, they share one thing (besides the obvious) in common. They both feel that without the police chasing them for being bad little boys, where would the fun, in being bad, be?
Now that we've all been properly introduced, back to the story. I suppose I should at least try to start from the top. Our Deadpool woke up in an alley, in a world that wasn't his own, to find a dead, Deadpool laying in a puddle of blood. Our Wade found out that the other Wade wasn't him, per se but, this world's version. A verison of himself without all they failings that our's had and with the one thing that our Wade really wants. It wasn't too long after that,that our Wilson found himself on a contract that he agreed to while drunk off his ass. It was too kill some chick's cheating hubby. He worked at the Palo Verde Nuclear Power Facility. Deadpool completed his job and then fell in with the group that would shortly cause the destruction of the nuclear power plant, The Crimson Shadow. The Shadow is a group of terrorist. Very secret and even more powerful. This world still does not know of thier existence so, keep it a secret just between reader and narrator, o.k.?
Anyway, it was a few days after the Palo Verde incident that a couple, sneaking off for a back alley quickie, literally, stumbled apon the corpse of this world's Wilson. As I said, the world was shocked to have lost a very good man, and a very bad man, in the same person.
The news of her husband's death quickly reached Vanessa, and crushed her. All who know here, swear that it's like she's a completely different person. Which is pretty ironic all things considered. It was hard enough for Vanessa to cope with the knowledge that her beloved husband, her soulmate was gone. She violently assaulted the poor schmuck that had to tell her. It took almost the entire crew to restrain her. She quickly moved on to, and still is at the depression stage. If you look as she wipes her tears away, you'll see the bandages on her arm from her suicide attempt. She didn't want to live in a world without HER Wade. Also if you watch, something strange is happening.
She's smiling.
The news of her husband's death was enough for Vanessa to want to die.
Vindicating her husband's name, is reason enough to live.
"There's a 'new' Deadpool running around now." She said. Her voice wasn't it's usual arrousing tone. It was rough and a raspy from crying and not having talked or drank in days.
"I know that he's the bastard that killed my husband. I'll find him and make him confess that he killed my Wade. That he made my Wade up to look like Deadpool and take the heat off him while he made his get away. I'll make him make the public see that my husband was really the kind, giving, wonderful soul they all knew him to be. Not the monster they were lead to think he is. I'll get this Deadpool to do all that, and then I will mutilate and torture him until he is begging for me to kill him. Then I'll torture him some more. Until his pain has eclipsed all of mine."
Venessa's smile grew as she stood up and removed her night shirt. She looked in the mirror, seeing the life back in her eyes.
"I will avenge you, my love."
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