1 Chapter 01

**Rewriting**

...

Huff

A figure of a man could be seen running in an alleyway in Gotham, huffing and puffing as he made his way deeper into the alley.

He is dressed in a red spandex suit with the color theme of red and black, a holster in his back that housed two Katanas, and an empty holster in his waist that was meant to house two pistols.

He could be seen carrying a duffel bag over his shoulders that made loud clanking sounds as he runs.

"Over there! Chase after him!"

A voice echoed behind the man wearing the spandex suit as it was then soon followed by loud footsteps, prompting him to run faster.

"Fuck me! How can I forget to put the guns in the bag?!"

Cursed by the man in the red spandex suit.

Looking over his shoulders, he could see the shadow figures of the people chasing after him, prompting him to open his mouth to plead.

"This might be a bit too late! Huff, but, Huff, can we talk?!"

Bang

Someone replied by firing a bullet aimed at the guy wearing the Spandex suit.

"Ahh!"

He yelled as he barely dodged a bullet aimed at his head.

"That wasn't so nice!"

He complains as he then made a sharp turn, just in time for the people in the back to open fire.

Bang

"Shit! Don't lose him!"

Huff

Bang!

Several loud gunshot noises could be heard from an alley somewhere in Gotham as a group of more than two dozen masked men chased after a man in a red spandex suit.

The said man was fully clad in red and black color theme from head to toe, with two Katanas housed at the holsters in his back and two empty holsters in his waist.

"Chase after him! Don't let him out of your sight!"

Yelled by the man leading the group as he and his group aimed and fired their guns all while they were running.

Meanwhile, the man that the group was chasing ran like his life depends on it as he dodged numerous bullets coming in his way by either ducking or taking a sharp turn to get out of his pursuers' line of sight.

"Hurry! Don't let him get away!" Ordered by the man leading the group as they quickened their pace, trying not to lose sight of him.

"Shit! All this because I forgot to put the guns into the duffle bag last night- Ah!". Cursed by the man in spandex as he barely dodge a bullet aimed at his head.

He could be seen carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder containing nothing but a dozen rounds of bullets that made loud clanking noise as he moves.

He initially plan to complete this mission by raining the group with bullets, but who would have thought that right when he was about to execute his simple plan, he found out that the duffle bag only contain nothing but rounds of bullets! No guns!

"Fuck! My sides hurt, maybe this is my cancer reacting- Ha! Just kidding, it actually doesn't hurt. Oh! But I do have cancer".

Said the man in spandex, seemingly talking to someone as he run.

"Chase after him!"

"Ugh, do we not have any better lines for that guy? He keeps repeating the same thing".

The man in spandex shook his head in disappointment, but soon came to an abrupt halt.

"Shit! Of course, dead ends!"

"There he is! Open fire!"

"Ahh!" The man in spandex quickly seeks cover behind an old car parked close to where he is.

The car was quickly reduced into a beehive as it was rained by bullets!

They continued to rain the car with bullets for about 30 or so seconds until they finally stopped.

The men looked at their leader for any more instructions.

***Rewriting***

"Huff, Huff... Hey! This might be late.. Huff, but can we talk- Ah!"

The man in spandex tried

The said man with a spandex suit on swiftly moves throughout the alley and hid behind a car for cover.

"Essh Nicole, why so mean?"

Said the man with the spandex.

"My name's not Nicole you bitch!"

Yelled back by the man as he signaled his men to open fire.

"Wait!"

But before they could shoot, the man behind the car yelled and showed his hands in the air.

"Wait! I have two things to say! So hear me out!"

The leader raised his hand to signal his men to hold but to keep their aim at the car.

"First!

I have no more bullets.

Second!

Did you just call me a bitch?

And third!

Did anyone of you wore your brown pan- which okay I said three things instead of two but yo--"

"Open fire!"

"Ah!"

Ratatatatata

Bang

Psshh

Bam!

"Oh for fuck's sake stop shooting already!" Yelled by the man behind the car as he threw something at the group.

"Shit! Take cover!"

Yelled the leader as he and his group quickly went for a cover behind the walls.

The group braced themselves for an impending explosion, but only to hear the sound of an empty can hitting the ground.

One of the men in the group realized what happened faster than the others as he yelled-

"It's a bluff!" And showed himself.

Slash

"Which is a bad idea". Said the man with the spandex after he decapitated that guy's head with a Katana.

The men were stunned after witnessing one of them get effortlessly beheaded by the man in front of them.

Looking at the stunned men, the man with the spandex then started counting their heads in a playful tone.

"Hmm, let's see. Uno, Dos Tres-"

"Don't get too close to that freak! Open fire!"

The leader was the first one to realize how dangerous their situation is as he immediately raised his gun and opened fire after yelling his orders.

"Why so mean Rachel?"

Said the man with the spandex before unsheathing his other Katana sheathed at his back.

Ratatatatatata

The man started to expertly spin his two Katanas rapidly, successfully deflecting and cutting a large number of bullets fired at him.

"Don't stop shooting! Create some distance! No matter what you do, don't let him get close to us!"

Yelled by their leader.

Hearing their leader's words, the men surrounding the man with the spandex started raining him with bullets from all directions.

Deflecting and cutting the bullets around him proves to be getting more and more difficult as he started getting hit by the bullets which slows him down.

(Rewriting delayed due to unexpected circumstances... Sorry.)

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In an alleyway somewhere in Gotham City, a group of masked individuals were shooting down a car relentlessly.

Well... not the car, but the person behind it.

"Oh for fuck's sake! Stop shooting already!" Said the person behind the car.

Hearing that, the group stopped shooting as they looked at each other's faces. The leader then signalled the others using his hands to make a turn around the area to shoot the person behind the car.

They nodded, expressing that they understood, four masked men then circled the area to shoot the person behind the car. They moved slowly so that they wouldn't be noticed.

???: "Oh? They stopped? Great!" Saying that, the man behind the car then stood up and revealed himself behind the car.

Which surprised the group of masked individuals that they even forgot to aim their guns at the said person.

The person stood there while dusting his suit off of some dirt, finished. He raised his hand and greeted. "Hi-"

But before he can even complete his greetings.

*Ratatatatatatatatata*

*Bang*

He was rained by bullets in 4 different directions, filling his whole body with holes.

*Thud*

The person fell to the ground. Dead.

The leader looked at the dead person in front as he then signalled one of his men to check the body.

The man then walked into the dead body, he crouched down and went to check the corpse's different pockets. He checked it for a good two minutes, but found nothing except for grenades, pocket knife and a magazine featuring someone with the name Ryan Reynolds.

Standing up, the man walked towards his boss with a frown on his face as he reported. "Boss, didn"t found it".

The boss looked at the corpse on the ground as his eyes scream with rage.

"FUCK!"

*Bang*

*Click*

He cursed as he shot the fallen corpse again and again on the ground to relieve his frustrations until all his bullets were all spent and made clicking sounds.

"FUCK!" He threw the gun aside in rage as he then pointed at the corpse on the ground and complained at his men. "WE CHASED THIS MOTHERFUCKER OF A META-HUMAN FOR A FUCKING GODDAMN WEEK AND HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE IT??!! FUCK!!!"

He was so frustrated as they keep on chasing this guy for a week and had only cornered him now. They were an organization that started with over a thousand men, but look at them now. They do not even exceed thirty. That guy just happened to put their base into a huge explosion, killing a lot of them.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" The leader was so frustrated he was not able to think clearly as he continued to find ways to relieve his frustrations. That was until they heard someone speak, and clearly, it was not one of them.

???: "Hey! We have minors reading this shit even though the book clearly stated 17 and above. So stop cussing, you fucking piece of shit!" They all went wide-eyed as they simultaneously looked to where the corpse was, it is still there so they were confused.

That was until they directly heard it from the corpse.

???: "Max..imum Effort!" The corpse who was lying there lifelessly, suddenly sprung into life and leaped off the ground.

The group of masked individuals were too dumbfounded that it gave them a shock. A shock that prevented them from moving and pointing their gun at the person who was suddenly full of life.

To which the person who was dead a second ago, took advantage of as he immediately took out his two Desert Eagle Pistols from his gun holster belt and shoot the people in front of him with insane speed.

*Bang*

Five out of Twenty-six people immediately dropped dead on the ground, each with a hole in their heads. It was only when those five people died that the group came back to their senses as the leader yelled with panic in his voice. "TAKE COVER!!!"

The group of now twenty-one people, immediately dashed into different directions trying to take cover from the bullets the person shot.

But some were too slow to react as before they can even turn around and start running, the guy earlier already aimed his pistols on each of their heads.

*Bang*

By the time they finally got to take cover into some walls, another four people dropped dead, making them a 17 group of men.

"Damn it!" The leader can't help but curse yet again as he thought. 'Just how many times do we need to shoot this meta-human for him to drop dead?!'

Gritting his teeth, he readied his rifle as he then stood up and fired to that person's direction earlier.

*Ratatatatatatatatata*

But after shooting a few more bullets, he noticed that the person he was trying to kill was nowhere to be found.

"He's gone! Be alert! Yell if you find him!" Yelled the leader as he doesn't know where his other men were, as he got separated with them while trying to take cover.

"Yes boss!". Yelled by one of his men not so far away from him.

He held his rifle tightly as he scanned the area carefully, looking for any signs that would indicate that person's hiding spot.

He was alert for a good five minutes, but he still didn't find any signs that pointed to where that person hid. Then a ridiculous thought dawned upon him. "FUCK!!! DID HE BOLTED OUT AGAIN??!!"

He yelled in rage, his eyes went red thinking that the guy escaped again. "AFTER LOSING MORE MEN!!! HE ESCAPED AGAIN?!!?!?!?!?! AGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The leader felt like he's going crazy with the frustrations he felt thinking about that guy escaping unscathed and him losing more men, leading his group into another downfall.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCKKK!!!!" He yelled in fury as the thought of the guy they were targetting escaping again keep passing in his mind again and again.

"ALL OF YOU!!! GATHER HERE NOW!!! GO AND COLLECT ALL OUR REMAINING WEAPONS!!! I DON'T CARE IF THE PUBLIC SEE IT! JUST SMOKE THAT GUY OUT AND KILL HIM FOR GOOD!!!" He ordered in unspeakable fury, he's so pissed now, he felt like he can even tank Superman with this rage.

He waited for a few moments but didn't see any sign of his men following his order. So he yelled again. "YOU FUCKERS!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND LET'S FIND THAT GUY FAST!!!"

He waited for a few seconds, but he still didn't hear any affirmation about his order. With his rage clouding his mind, making it hard for him to think clearly, he yelled again and raised his rifle.

"IF YOU LOTS WON'T COME OUT IN A COUNT OF THREE!!! I SWEAR I WILL DRILL BULLETS INTO YOUR HEADS BY MYSELF!!!" But there was still no reply.

"One!". He started counting as he slowly reload the bullets on his rifle.

"Two!" Now his rage became more evident in his eyes, thinking that his men started cowering shit still in their place.

Taking a deep breath, he readied his rifle, his rage still clouding his mind as he yelled yet again. "THRE-"

But before he can finish saying "three". He saw one of his men showing up, not so faraway from where he is.

Seeing someone finally responding, he was about to reprimand the guy about not listening to orders and was already thinking of various harsh punishments.

That was until he saw something that made his words get stuck to his throat.

Behind one of his men, was the guy he had thought that has bolted out.

Standing there wearing a red and black tactical suit with matching mask. Has two holsters on his back that was meant to house two katanas.

The said person held one of his men with a sword already plunged into the poor guy's back.

The guy with suit then raised his hand and did a little wave while saying. "Hola~?"

The leader's eyes widened as he then pulled the trigger and fired at his target while yelling with a mixture of fear and panic in his voice.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH".

The guy with suit just hid his body to the dead man he killed and started charging to where the leader is, making the corpse his own meat shield.

"AAAHHHHH DON'T COME HERE!!! DON'T COME CLOSE!!!!"

The leader yelled as his fear kept growing as the guy with suit keep on charging while making one of his men a meat shield.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!!!"

The leader yelled in panic, until...

*Click*

His rifle made clicking sounds, meaning that he had ran out of bullets.

His eyes widened even more as his teeth started clattering with each other.

The guy with suit stopped in his charge and dropped the dead body filled with holes to the side.

Dropping the guy, he also inspected his body, only to see numerous holes on it.

"Welp, think that didn't work". He said as he then started walking at the leader.

He playfully skipped his way to the leader as he watched the guy shake there with fear.

"Wow, did you just piss yourself? I mean, I'm not even that scary! Look! My suit is red, doesn't that give you a feeling of Christmas? A day of reunions, sharing foods, items... Cocaine, right?" The man with suit said with a bit of nostalgia behind his tone as he slowly walked into where the leader of the masked individuals is.

The leader keep on backing away as he threw his rifle away and took a knife that was strapped in his leg.

"D-Don't come any closer!" He warned with panic clear in his voice.

"Seriously? A knife? What can you do with that? Stab me until I die? Pfft... Haha... Well, that wasn't funny but still, there's no reason to be scared of me! Just think of me as a modern santa that visit kids that was on my naughty list, see? Isn't scary right?"

He explained nonchalantly while keeping his distance with the leader even more closer.

"You!!! You killed almost all our people!!! Aren't you satisfied?!" The leader asked in rage, thinking that the guy was just playing with him.

The guy with suit then stopped about two meters away from the leader and said. "Satisfied? Come on! You guys run a legal business in public but was actually selling little girls for some fucking rich pedophiles in the dark! And you asked me why am I not satisfied? Well the person who lead the kidnapping was fucking standing in front of me, why would I be satisfied with just killing a thousand bastards?"

He asked as his voice was tinged with controlled anger behind it.

The leader's body started shaking, thinking that he would definitely die here. The guy with suit then took one of his pistols out from his holster belt and reload it for a good few seconds.

*Click*

Finished reloading, the guy then aimed it directly at the leader's head.

Seeing that his death was inevitable, the leader entered a crazy state as he then decided to retaliate with all he's got.

He tried to raised both of his arms to charge and stab the guy right into his head, but he eventually found that useless, as he suddenly lost the feeling on both of his arms.

Looking down, he saw his two arms dropping to the ground, cleanly severed.

*Thud*

With the realization, came the unbearable pain, as the leader then screamed in absolute pain.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH". The leader's voice that was full of pain reverberated throughout the alley and made its way into the road, scaring a few civillians shitless.

They knew that a shady crime was currently taking place right at that dark alley, and the authorities was already on their way and as this is Gotham, it is quite a daily occurence here. But still, that voice that was full of pain and suffering still scared the hell out of them.

Meanwhile, inside the alley. The guy with suit covered one of his ears for a good few seconds while sheathing one of his katana back to the holster.

Noticing that the leader just won't stop screaming, he then raised his arm and aimed his gun at the leader's head.

*Bang*

*Blurch*

*Thud*

Only silence followed after that gunshot as the leader with severed arms, dropped dead with a hole on his forehead.

"Shit, didn't know someone could fucking scream like that, are you related to Sindel from Mortal Kombat or something?" The guy with red and black suit mumbly complained as he then moved and gathered all the body that he killed today.

After a good 10 minutes, he was done. All Twenty-six corpses of that remaining group was then stockpiled with each other. Looking left and right, the guy with suit then found a container of gasoline nearby.

"Yeah, total coincidence readers! A container of gas just appeared out of nowhere after looking left and right, yeah". The man with suit sarcastically said.

Picking the gas up, he then opened the lid and spread it into the corpses. Finished, he then took out a match from his pocket.

But before he lit the match, the man suddenly turned his head to nowhere and said.

"You see, I visit naughty kids on my naughty list. But I don't give them coals, I make them the coal". Finished saying the last part using his deep voice, he then lit a match.

Holding the burning match stick with the both of his hands, the guy with suit then said under his breath. "Happy Holidays".

And threw the match into the stockpiled corpse.

*Fwwooop*

*Swoooosshh*

*Sizzle*

The fire spreaded and swallowed all the corpses whole, slowly burning them.

"Hmmm... Why does this remind me of a fireplace in a chimney? Maybe I really am a modern Santa? And what the fuck's with calling me the guy with a suit?! Well surprise!~ It's me! Deadpool! You know! Wade Wilson~ from Marvel, the guy who's 3rd movie still in process. Yeah, that's me.

And you must be wondering, How the fuck did Deadpool appeared in... Well... DC. Well the answer is I was transferred into a fucking book, a fanfiction in fact.

What? Your looking for a story on how? If you want to know, then-"

*Weee-Wooo*

"Is that supposed to be a police siren? Pfft. Anyways, if you want to know what happened, then go to the next chapter. I need to go now! Adios!"

He said as he then vanished into his place in a blink.

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