DEADPOOL

CHP 1: THE MAKING OF DEADPOOL

"AGHNAH!" I screamed, my voice raw and desperate as my body convulsed violently from the surge of electricity coursing through me. My teeth grounded togheter with such force i thought they might crack, my jaw clenched in a futile attempt to endure the agony.

"Is that all you got?" I spat out, a bitter laugh escaping my lips, defying the pain that threathened to drown me.

My words barely left my mouth before another blow landed, this time squarely on my ribs. The impact resonated through my bruised and battered bones, already blackened from the relentless assault.

Fists pummeled me relentlessly, slamming into my jaw, ribcage and every vulnerable inch of my torso

My skin was slick with icy water they'd dumped over me to heighten the shock of the elctricity. Each droplet seemed to amplify the pain, making every nerve in my body scream in torment.

Blood trickled steadily from my nose, mingling with the water as it dripped onto the cold, unforgiving floor. My face and body were a canvas of cuts and abrasions, each one a reminder if my sufferring.

It took every ounce of my strenght just to keep my head from sagging, my body dangled limply from the chains that bound me. My wrists were raw, the metal cuffs biting into my skin with every shudder, ever jolt, every spark that danced cruelly across my flesh.

Every hit, every shock was a reminder that i was still alive, still fighting, even as my body cried out for release. The stench of blood and sweat filled the air, the soumd of my ragged breaths echoing in the cold, sterile room.

"Shut up!" The guard barked, his frustration spilling over as he swung his fist again. It connected hard with my face, snapping my head to the side, as blood sprayed from my mouth, staining the floor beneath me.

I let out a bitter chuckle, the taste of iron sharp on my tongue as i slowly turned my head back to face him. "If it weren't for that damn serum, all of you would be dead by now." I spat, my voice dripping with venom.

The guard's nostrils flared as he glared at me, his breathing heavy with anger. Without a word, he flicked on his shock baton, a cruel smile curling on his lips.

"Maybe this will shut you up." He sneered, his voice laced with sadistic glee as he stepped closer. The baton crackled with electricity, bright sparks jumping off it's tip, filling the room with the scent if ozone.

A knot of fear twisted in my gut as i watched him approach, the voltage on that baton far more intense than anything they'd used on me before.

I could feel the hum of it vibrating in the air, the threat of excruciating pain almost tangible. My throat tightened, and i swallowed hard, my defiance wavering for just a moment.

The guard's smirk widened as he saw me instinctively recoil, turning my head away as he brandished the baton in front of my face.

He lowered it slowly, untill it was level with my abs. My heart pounded in my ears, and i clenched my jaw, closing my eyes yo brace for the searing agony that was sure to come.

But instead of the expected shock, there was a deafening roar, a sound so powerful it drowned out evrything else. My eyes snapped open just in time to see the wall explode, the force of the blast tearing through the room with a violent intensity.

Debris flew in all directions, the guard andi both thrown backward by the sheer force of it.

In an instant, the room was consumed by chaos, the guard's scream lost in the cacophony as everything around us was obliterated. The chains that held me aloft snapped, and i plummeted to the ground amidst the rubble. My body slamming into the cold, hard floor as dust and debris rained down.

The guard who had stood before me mere momebts ago now lay dead on the ground, his lifeless eyes straring blankly at the ceiling. Around me, chaos reigned. Several other guards were stumbling through the debris, their screams of terror echoing in the shattered remains of the room.

Their uniforms were aflame, and they frantically rolled on the ground or tore at their burning clothes, but it did little to save them. One by one, they collapsed, their movements abruptly cut short by the sharp crack of gunfire.

Each body fell with a bullet hole clean through the skull, the flames still licking at their charred skin.

The destruction around me was overwhelming. Shadows of movements, shouts and explosions. But i couldn't focus on any of it.

Pain seared through my body as i looked down to see a large metal pipe protruding my chest, it's cold steel impaling my left lung. A strangled cough forced it's way out, the taste of blood flooding my mouth as i struggled to draw breath.

Every inhalation was agony, the air gurgking wetly in my throat as my strenght ebbed away.

Panting, i fought to stay conscious, but my vison began to blur, darkening at the edge. As the world around me faded, a figure loomed into view.

A tall black man dressed in a long black coat, his left eye hidden behind a black eye patch.

My eyes fluttetlred as i tried to focus on him, unsure if he was real or just another figment of my fading mind.

Blinking rapidly, i struggled to make sense of what i was seeing untill another figure joined him. A brunette woman, her stance confident and composed standing by his side.

They seemed so out of place in the wreckage, like ghosts from another planet. Desperation clawed at my throat as i forced out a question, my voice barely more than a raspy whisper. "Who are you?"

But before i could hear an answer, the darkness closed in, and everything went black.

Now, I can already hear you thinking, What the fuck just happened!? You were expecting a classic Deadpool story, right? One full of outrageous action, ridiculous humor, and, of course, the amazing, sexy, beautiful, handsome Ryan Reynolds. Well, guess what? YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!

But here's the twist: this isn't your ordinary Deadpool story, the kind where everything follows the same old formula. No, no, no. This is the ultimate Deadpool experience—where, yes, Deadpool (that's me!) actually makes it to the Avengers.

But hold your chimichangas because there's more! She—yes, you heard that right—she will not be dating Peter Parker, a.k.a. Spiderman. I know, I know, some of you might be disappointed. But don't worry, because things are about to get a whole lot spicier.

You see, our heroine will be locking lips and hearts with a beautiful, sexy, amazing redhead. Now, I could just tell you who it is, but where's the fun in that? You'll have to keep reading—or make a wild guess— to find out which fiery vixen has caught Deadpool's eye.

BUT FIRST! We need to rewind a bit, take a little trip down memory lane, to where this all started.

Back to the beginning, to where the beautiful, sexy, handsome, pretty, cool, funny Santiago Macy Johnson became The Deadpool. That's right...ME!

And no, you stupid whore—sorry, sorry, I meant to say, beautiful reader—I'm not talking about the author. I'm talking about me, the character!

Now, enough chit chat. Buckle up, because we're going back seven years, to where the legend of Deadpool was born. Let's do this!