The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 7:

*WARNING: this chapter gets pretty graphic with the violence. Sorry squeamish people*

Deadpool

"I don't know...does the red make me look fat?" I ask the guy at the computer.

He trembles next to my gun (No, not that gun you dirty little shits, the one that shoots bullets). "No..."

"Really? I don't know. Do you think a different color would be better?"

"No...Really. The--the red kinda suits you. You look great in it." He smiles, shakily.

I grin. "I do, don't I?"

He nods. I can hear his teeth chattering in his head.

"You know what...I think I'll let you live," I say, sweetly.

"Really?"

I pull the trigger. "No." I chuckle to myself. Quietly, I knock on the door to the boss's room. "Hey, uhh...I think he's dead sir."  I pull out my katanas and wait a second. The door cracks open and kick it down. The guy falls down, trembling violently.

"Why the hell are you doing this, Deadpool?" he screams in terror.

I grab the collar at his shirt and pull him up so he's looking at me at eye level. "Because you threatened the only person I care about."

Before I kill him, he slowly starts to chuckle. I squint, knowing he's going to explain in a second. "There are plenty of people who want Spiderman dead. People I wouldn't even have to pay. There's no way to keep him safe forever. How long do you really think you have?"

"As long as I need," I whisper. I push the sword through his floating ribs hearing the quiet crack of his bones breaking. I take my time, letting the tip of the sword puncture his lung. He opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. I watch him as the red fluid that once gave him life slowly takes it away. The thick liquid slowly begins to drip from his bottom lip as he struggles, trying desperately to take in a breath. I drop him to the floor as blood spews from his mouth, overflowing from his nose as his body tries to force the fluid out of him.

Long after he's dead I watch him. Just in case he can heal the way I can, I really don't wanna take any chances.

Leave nothing to chance.

I shrug. "Okay." I pull out my pistol and shoot him in the head watching as his brain matter splatters all over the floor, desk and a little on my suit.

Yay! Shoot him again. Shoot him again!

I roll my eyes but I shoot him one more time just to be sure. I wait another thirty minutes.

He's definitely dead.

I was kinda hoping it would be more of a challenge.

"Home them," I mumble, typing in the device on my hip. There's a swishing sound amd I find I'm back at Spidey's.

Oops. Wrong location...hehe...

"Right..." I mutter. "Is he sleeping?" I ask them, wandering around a bit.

Probably. Its like 1am. Go check. You know we're early. It only took us a day and a half.

I slowly open the door to his bedroom and find him fast asleep, cuddling the little Deadpool bear I left him.

Awww...He's so cute...

I watch him for a minute.

Aww he's shivering too... quick take a picture.

Maybe we should warm him up...hint hint.

I grin, clicking off my weapons belt and sliding my katanas off my back. I slowly pull my mask off and slide into bed behind him, cradling him in my arms. His shivering slows as I bury my face into his brown hair.

He's gonna kill us when he wakes up, you know that right?