Slade woke up just like every day: tired, hating junior high, hungry, and scared to death by a nightmare that he forgets in about two minutes. Dick woke up(Slade being quiet loud in his nightmare's terrors) in his sleeping bag grabbed a bat and smacked him in the stomach, "What the heck was that for!" "Oh, sorry." Then they both blushed. After apologies were tossed around for a minute they decided to go downstairs for breakfast. When they got there they found his mom crying ,and in front of her lay a newspaper. On it says, "Kid killed in alley." He thought,So, that happens all the time in New York. So he decided to take a closer look. "13 year old boy identified as Matt Brown was found dead this morning on 75th street." He fell back, almost giving himself a concussion on a frying pan. "WHAT!!!!" Both the boys exclaimed in unison. "How's this possible? He was the best. No offense Dick." "None taken." His voice was calm so Slade figured he wasn't lying. "Do we know who did this." "Sadly I think no one knows," his mom said half crying while trying to explain. Finally, after a long time she suddenly half yelled half screamed, "OH MY GOSH YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!!!!!" Then everything happened so fast he didn't realize what happened until he was in the car.
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Deathstroke
FanfictionThis is the story of Slade Wilson before he became the mercenary known as Deathstroke.
