So I met this guy in a red suit (OLD)

Chapter 2

Edited

I kept seeing Deadpool everytime I went out. He would jump me when I went to get coffee (or tea) or sit next to me when I sat on a bench to use my phone. But I still haven't let him in my house when I didn't go out.

How long has it been now. A month since he's been following me?

I put on a skirt, since I ran out of jeans, boots and a sweater since it was fall.
God my legs are gonna get cold outside.

I go outside and close my door. Maybe I should go to IHOP. Eat some pancakes or something. I start to walk to IHOP, looking around the area. Hm, Deadpool is no where to be seen. I continue to walk, feeling a bit lonely.

Halfway there, I hear a big thud close by. I look to my right, from where the noise came from. My eyes widen as I gasp at the sight. It was Deadpool, without a fucking leg.

I run to him, as he stumbled and pushed down another garbage can. I put his arm around my shoulder and lean him to a wall.

"Deadpool, what the fuck happened?!"

"They had a chainsaw. That was a terrible idea to try to kick him."

"We need to get you to the hospital!!" I say, grabbing my phone from my pocket and calling 911.

"No no no, no we don't!" He grabs my phone and ends the call "just get me somewhere I can relax." He tells me, giving back my phone.

I take a moment, and then start to help him hop to my house.

After closing my door, I help Deadpool to a couch. He lays down, groaning. I look at the one cut off leg in horror and then turn away, covering my mouth.

"Ok, I-I'll get you some bandages or something" I say, running up my stairs before he can say something.

I run to my bathroom and open my first aid kit. I grab big bandages and a alcohol bottle. I then run back down stairs. He was watching Spongebob on my tv.

"Why the hell are you watching Spongebob right now?!" I exclaim.

Deadpool shrugs and laughs at the show. I turn off the TV and open the alchohol bottle. I start to pour some on his leg. He yells out in pain.

"AH FUCKING ARGH!!" He screams

"Sorry!" I wrap bandages around the leg quickly. "Ok, I'm gonna call the hospit-"

"No your not! You don't need to. I can heal it off"

"You lost your fucking leg, man!"

"I'm a guy in a red suit that breaks and loses many limps. I heal!" He screams.

"...Learn something new everyday" I huff, surprised. "How did I not know this?"

"You never asked" he shrugs "I'm surprised you didn't."

"You really are different. So are you, like, a superhero?"

"Definitely not"

"Then what are you?"

"I just kill really bad people"

"That explains last time and all those stories you tell me."