I Love You, Go Die (Deadpool Fanfic)

Prologue

The darkness of night creeps around me as I perch aloft an overhead building, sniping through a scope towards my target. 700$ is the pay to have him assassinated, and also to make any eye witnesses so traumatized to the point where they keep their mouth shut if any testimony or sustainable evidence needed in a judicial system. My cross hair doesn't leave the overweight man's head as I zoom outward a bit at slight movement to observe, only to see him yell and shove around twenty females into a large cell, forcing them to heard by a crack of a whip held in one of his hands, to the poor innocent females who know nothing more below me than to serve, please, and more or so tease to their owners, for they've done it their entire lives. Pity aside, I zoom back in to concentrate.

"Do you know what'd happen if you missed this shot?" a voice asks, as I keep on moving my scope to the targets large head, deathly one shot kill if I pulled my trigger, "Do you know how disappointed they would be?"

"I have this under control." I reply softly, attempting to keep my concentration.

"No you don't, you're going to fail. Like all your missions."

"I've never failed, this is all under control."

"Oh, never failed? What about the-"

"SHUT UP!!" I yell, pulling the trigger, only to find myself miss and his thr crease of his left arm, "Great," I sigh and stand up, stomping down on the glass above me and land quietly upon the floor, aiming. The other men that run towards me all fall limp after I shoot, and the girls scream.

I roll my eyes and walk over to the cell. Opening it indignantly, I wait for them to get out. But no one moves. I shoot a bullet into the air as a warning and they all scramble out.

"They run like you do." the same voice snickers. I smack my head.

"Shut up, please. I can't even think." I groan inwardly, reloading my sniper as I walk over to the grotesque man. He flops up as I pull him by his hair and I check him to verify. He begs with mercy but I know Its only a lie. After finding out what I want, I rip out his tongue. A few things here and there done to make it look like an accident, and I begij my way outside.

"Nice job! You fucked up again." a emotionless voice says with sarcastic enthusiasm. I sigh as I slide my sniper into the holder on my back and then close my eyes. I open them after a blow of wind breezes over me and look around to my office. The sunlight was just starting to show behind the black blinds covering the windows.

"You think theyd ever find out?" a cheery voice asks dumbfounded.

"How would they?" I ask.

"Maybe because of your sloppy work." the emotionless one asks and I groan inwardly, making my way over to my desk. I press a button on the underneath and hold my finger on the fingerprint scanner. It slightly clicks and the wall behind the desk starts to retract to show a large guncase.

I wish I didn't have to do this anymore.