The Eye Of The Beholder

Prologue

Deadpool

"I have something you want, Deadpool," the baddie says. There's a significantly long pause before I hear another voice, a familiar one.

"Deadpool, please..."

My heart stops. Spidey.

"Let him go," I snarl into the phone.

"The boss told you, he had other options."

I throw my phone at the wall, watching its pieces splinter as it explodes with a crack. I click my belt around my hips and pull my katanas across my back into a 'X'. I slide my mask over my face and put my guns into my thigh holsters.

I don't hesitate to leave my apartment through the window. I slide down the fire escape. The voices are silent knowing my anger will not tolerate their presence, knowing I need to focus so I can save Spidey.

I explode into the building where I killed this guy's boss about a week ago. Bullets rain through the air as I swing my katanas. Even if I get hit, it's not gonna matter. It takes more than a bullet to stop me. I slice through anyone in my way, until I come across a nerd at his computer.

"Where's Spiderman being held?" I ask as nicely as I can, still half growling all my words.

"As if I'd tell," he spits, shaking slightly.

I sigh. I was hoping this would be easier. I grab the back of his head and slam it into the keyboard. Then pull a dagger from my belt and jam it into his leg. He screams in agony. I click the safety off one of my guns and put it to his temple. "Now where'd you say he was?"

"I- I don't know!" he screams. I chamber the gun. "IT'S IN THE DATABASE!"

I flick my wrist, telling him to get on it. He types somethings into the computer as I watch.

"There! That's where they're holding him!"

"Call the building and tell them I'm coming."

He follows my direction without pausing, his eyes still watering in pain from the dagger I left in his leg.

"S- Sir...it's Deadpool, sir. He said he's...he's on his way...to get Spiderman...yes...everyone else is dead, sir...."

I stop his sentence by ripping my dagger out of his leg. The instant he screams, I shoot him. I leave a short pause, hearing his boss continually asking what happened.

"Hey there. I hope you are prepared because I'm coming. And when I get there, I will make you regret ever touching him or threatening me. And he better be alive when I get there or I will make the rest of your long life, a living hell...Oh and be a doll and tell him I'm coming to get him. He needs something to think about." I shoot the phone and rush out of the building.
It takes just under 5 minutes for me to reach the second building...shack..we'll call it a shack.
I unsheath both my katanas, running at the building at full speed. I get to the door and kick it down with ease. The first guy is crushed by the fall of my weight on the door. Another swarm of bullets are expected to stop or even slow me down. I can feel a bullet rip a hole in my calf but I pay no attention to it. I cut through the guards without a problem, my newly sharpened blades slicing through their flesh like paper. The more guards I see, the closer I know I am to Spidey.

Suddenly, over all the gun fire, I hear a scream. I almost pay no attention to it, until I hear it again. That's...they wouldn't...not when they know I'm here. Again. Spiderman. My heart races with every eerie echoing scream that will haunt my nightmares for the rest of my eternal life. I can't do this.
I pull my guns out, sheathing the katanas and start shooting. There it is again. I need to get to him now. For one, the guy I definitely need to kill is in there with him and two, they're torturing him. I dont need another reason to....why hasn't he screamed again yet? If he screams, I know they haven't killed him. When he screams, I can follow the echo, I can find him. Everyone's already dead but my heart pounds in my brain. Please don't be dead. I start searching when I hear it again.

I'm relieved and angrier all at once. I know exactly which room it is. I shoot the lock and kick the door open.
Behind the door is a large man in all black, holding a large blood covered knife. There's specs of blood all over his face and I'm sure it's not his. Drops of red fluid tap quietly as the hit the floor. I look at where it's coming from. Spiderman is hanging upside down, blood dripping from his half torn mask. A wave of intense anger, hatred and another feeling I can't identify rush over me, and I drop my gun, pulling out my katanas. Without a word, the man instinctively backs toward the wall. I charge at him, catching his solar plexus with my heel then jamming my katana through his hand into the wall. He screams.
"Yeah, not so fun being on the other end, huh?" I ask, wrenching his knife from his other hand. I pin his arm above his head on the wall and use the knife to rip through his wrist with it. He winches and whimpers, his eyes watering.

"I once put a bullet through a guy's brain because he said he had no interest in the Harry Potter series, now I want you to imagine what I'm going to do to you. Take your time because at the moment, I have a spider to attend to."

I walk away from him and cut the rope holding Spiderman off the ground. He lands in my arms. I kneel to the ground, laying Spidey on his back.

"Spiderman?" I whisper.

Is he...

"Not now, Logic!" I scream, my eyes watering.

Wade...

"He's not gone! He can't be. We need him."

There's a pause of unsettling silence.

"Spiderman!" I scream again.

I'm afraid to touch him. His suit is torn everywhere. Wide gashes all over his body, spilling his blood in an enormous puddle on the gray concrete floor.

Take him home, Wade, that way if he does...well, he'll be with us. He'll be safe.

Logic is right, as usual. I don't want my spider to go but if he does go...I want him to be comfortable. I want him to know I'm here.
I don't want to leave him on the floor but I need to address this motherfucker with the mullet over there still stuck to the wall. I stand up and look at my spider. I take a deep breath and pull my other two daggers out of my belt, walking back over to my target. I rip my katana out of his hand pinning his wrist where it was with my foot then pressing my dagger through his palm.
"I'm gonna leave you alive, as much as I don't want to. For only one reason. I want you to tell all your other bad guys friends that you messed with Spiderman and Deadpool fucked you up. Tell everyone, you thought you could hurt me through my best friend and now you can't have kids," I say, then push my dagger through his dick, not minding his screeches of agony. I cover his mouth with my hand. "Make sure everyone knows, that he is my fucking spider and the next time anything like this happens, I'm going to torture and kill you, and I will make sure I take my time."
I cradle Spidey bridal style and carry him out, my wounded soldier.