Deadpool

Chapter 1

I sighed deeply. Failing a mission is something that really pissed me off. I had walked inside my apartment room, stripping off all the weapons I carried and threw myself on my filthy brown couch.

Wow.. We were so close to passing that mission

How did we fuck up this time??

We got distracted and he caught us off guard, remember? He cut our head off-

"yeah ok I get it! " I said in a low voice "I fucked up! Can you two just shut up already??" I said louder. Getting constantly reminded about that mission is complete bullshit.

I looked at my kantanas that were laying on the floor along with my guns. Stupid guns. Stupid katanas. Stupid- the sound of my stomach growling cut my train of thought, well more like complaining but who gives a shit?

I sat up from my couch and held my stomach, not wanting to eat and just grief instead. 

Well we can't just not eat we'll die!

We can't die dumbass. We'll just be hungry

"well I don't wanna be hungry..." I mumbled looking down at my stomach. I let out a heavy sigh and sat up. Walking towards my bedroom, stepping on some pizza boxes and some taco wrappers along the way.  

Deadpool or to be more exact Wade Wilson was changing out of his suit and began putting on his navy blue jeans along with his black hoodie. He stuffed the suit and weapons in a backpack and threw it over his shoulder, Wade walked out of his run down apartment and made his way to his favorite Mexican place. 

Wade was happily eating a chimichanga, forgetting about his failed mission and just enjoying how freaking good this chimichanga was well that was until some woman scream. Wade looked to were he heard the scream while having his hood a bit more lifted than what he usually liked. The woman who was to blame for such a scream was pointing towards him, pleading for mercy. Wade was confused at first but then he realized that his face was more visual and he pulled his hood down to cover his disgusting scars. 

"Monster!!!!" the woman cried. 

Everyone that was at the Mexican restaurant had turned their heads towards all the commotion. Wade finished his food quickly along with throwing away his trash and waked away from the Mexican restaurant. As Wade was walking away he had walked past some people, whispering filled his ears.

These people don't even know us.. Why say such mean-

Cause they're assholes!! That's what everyone does to us!! TALK BEHIND OUR FUCKING BA-

Wade hit his head against a brick wall in a alley way. He kept hitting his head against the wall until the voices stopped. Blood ran down his forehead dripping on to the cement. His fist gripped against the wall, anger mixed with sadness filled up inside him. 

"I don't want to live like this anymore..." Wade said as he looked down at the blood stained cement beneath him. "But what can I do..? I can't die..." Tears began to fill his eyes. He cried until all of the emotions he felt were gone which took awhile but he needed to let his bottled up emotions out. 

After the incident Wade began walking back home. The sky was filled with a orange like color due to the sun setting but yet many people were still out, continuing to do their daily routines.