𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

24; au revoir

// So, Flash will die in this chapter. And I will go into great detail. Be cautious.

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-' 🕷 He wasn't in his usual costume; this was personal, this was for Peter. His hood was tugged over his head, blocking strangers from the view of his horrific features. Wade had been stalking Flash Thompson all night, waiting patiently for the man to finally be alone.

Part of him didn't care, he could shoot him on the spot. But, shooting wasn't personal enough. Flash deserved to be strangled, to feel the air drain from his lungs. That brutality, wasn't enough for Wade, but it would have to do. For what he did to Peter, that man deserved the worst fate. The worst death.

[ He's turning. You need to be quicker, or you'll never get him. Do you want that to happen?]

" No. No, I don't want that to happen." Wade responded to yellow's dark hiss, as he sped up his pace. He had been walking far enough away not to draw suspicion.

This wasn't Wade. This was Deadpool, and he was about to take out a target. The man slipped into the alleyway, and Wade slipped close behind him.

Of course, nothing good happens in an alleyway. Wade thought carefully, shaking his head.

[ I can think of one thing, with Spider-Man and Deadpool.]

[ What has you wild imagination been up to?]

[ Well-]

" There's no time for that." Wade said softly, quietly as he approached nearer and nearer to his victim.

Flash was standing in the middle of the two bricks, Swiss army knife aimed toward Wade.

" Who are you?" The Jock demanded, shoving his knife closer to the mercenary. " Why have you been following me?!"

" You don't recognize me, old friend?" He didn't bother to make a joke, as he pushes his hoodie down. Wade's scarred face was exposed in front of the other teen.

Flash dropped his knife, slowly backing up. He knew Wade had cancer, he just never knew how bad his skin was. The Merc often wore a mask, so, he recognized the voice. Not the face.

" Wade?"

" What? Are you surprised I don't look like a shinny fucking penny?" Deadpool snarled, stalking closer. He backed the teen into the corner, and grabbed him roughly by his throat.

" why are you doing this to me..?"

" why did you do it to Peter?!" The man snarled, lifting the boy up from the ground. The victim squirmed, and kicked, his the tips of his toes dangling a centimeter from the ground.

" she-" he choked, prying at Deadpool's hand. His eyes were wide, staring down at Wade for mercy.

" HE!" He growled, allowing the boy to drop to the floor. He wasn't going to let the little shit die that quickly.

The mercenary picked up the knife that lay discarded from earlier, and climbed over his body with a snarl. The teen was still catching his breath, attempting to shove Wade off. That was one thing that had Peter gawking over Wade, his strength. He kept the teen pinned down, anger burning deep in his soul.

He pulled out the knife, and carved something into his flesh. The man screamed out, cried, the pain surging from his face, all the way to his curling toes.

" What are you doing?! It hurts! Get off!! It hurts!" Flash cried out, clawing at Wade, wanting him off. " Please.."

" Did you stop when Peter told you to? Huh?"

" Patricia deserved what was coming to her! She was a fucking slut! And now she thinks she's a tranny?!"

Wade slammed the knife into his stomach, fire in his eyes as he began to slowly the blade. His other hand muffled Flash's wild screams. It felt nice, to hear the man begging for his life. Begging like his spider did, feeling pain, like the plain he himself caused.

Flash let out a sigh of relief, a cry maybe, as Wade let go of the handle of the knife. His scarred hands slid up his torso, and met the man's throat. His throat was already bruising from before, which caused the mercenary to allow a smirk to spread along his lips.

His screams soon turned to wheezed, a sad attempt to squeeze oxygen into his lungs. Wade's large hands gripped the Freshman's throat, every small puff of breath could be felt in those hands. He was like a snake, beginning to slowly coil around it's prey, until they were about to consume it. Especially the last release of breath, did Deadpool feel like he had finally brought Pete to justice.

In that last breath, Flash's eyes were still wide open. Cold, dead pupils staring into Wade's soul. Like even in death, he was still begging to be revived.

Wade got to his feet, and slowly slipped the gun out of his pocket. He aimed, and fired to shots in between his eyes. The mercenary had to be sure the man was truly dead.

He felt, like he could finally breathe. The mercenary stood up taller, eyes shutting as he took in the situation. He pulled his phone out, and as he sunk out of the alleyway, he dialed his beloveds number.

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