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Marvel Genesis: Deadpool - Issue 1
Not much is known about the man people call Deadpool. Well he claims his name to be Wade Wilson and he also claims to have been born in Ohio to family that was not very ready for him. He seems to remember a mother who died when he was only five but also seems to remember another mother who would beat him during his teen years. Not much of this is known for certain because Deadpool, well, his mind isn’t exactly in mint condition to use a little comic book speak. “Hey I read that! What do you think you’re writing here?” Oh um, sorry wade.
“Okay okay so my mind is a little fuzzy. I don’t remember much but what I know for certain was that my dear old daddy abandoned me what I was pretty young and that for some reason or another I ran away when I was a teenager” Yes I was just getting to that. “That’s great now shut up and let the legend himself work his magic.” No, please give me another chance! “Fine Mr. Narrator man, just try to do this hero some justice.” Fine I will try, now anyway where was I? Oh yes.
After the man who claims to be Wade Wilson ran away from home he jumped around across the country never staying in one place to long and always enjoying himself were he went with booze, violence, and girls. But after a while that just didn’t seem like enough so he did what people without a visible future did at the time: joined the army.
“Up, down, up down. Come on ladies is it really that hard? Let’s see some real pushups!” The drill sergeant scowled from under his hat at the men he was barking orders at. “Wade! Do I hear you laughing back there!?” “No, no sir! But I have a comment… sir!” The drill sergeant walked over to where Wade was doing his pushups and bent down on his to get close to Wade’s face. “And what would that be comment be pretty boy?” “Your fly’s undone sir!” The whole unit started to laugh.
The drill sergeant looked down and pulled up his fly while yelling, “Now stop howling you pack of dogs!” He walked up and down the rows of men. “Did I tell you to stop? Now let’s see some pushups! And if anyone thinks to make a joke like that again the whole platoon is going to do the obstacle course naked. Do you hear me!?” “Yes sir!” The group of men answered in unison.
“Now you sorry excuse for a group of men will be shipping out to battle next month and as much as I dislike the lot of you, I would be disappointed in myself if any of you died. So! Enough with the jokes and make with the pushups. You gotta stay in shape, ya gotta stay strong. Next month you’re going to finally get a taste of what this world has in store for you and what this country expects of you. Now drop and give me fifty, girlies.”
One Month Later-
Wade Wilson didn’t know if he should be excited or horrified. He looked around at his fellow army men. Their eyes glazed over, some holding crosses and praying, others kissing pictures of their families. Wade took a deep breath. They had been in the air, inside a cramped little airplane for what seemed like ages. Wade was getting impatient. He turned to tell something to the man sitting next to him when the pilot came out of the cockpit.
“Okay gentlemen, today you become men. Do what this country needs of you and God speed.” He then started handing out parachutes one by one to the men in the craft, then with a salute let them drop to their destiny. When Wade got to the front, the pilot thrust a parachute into his arms, gave him a salute, and with a pat on the back Wade was falling to meet his fate. When he landed he took off his parachute and found his men. He was officially in the battle field.
Wade was jumpy, his veins pumping with adrenaline. He wanted some action. And he got it quickly. Not far from where they landed they were ambushed by a group of enemy soldiers. Wade fired his gun and killed a man. His heart started thumping hard in his chest. A man tried to attack him from the side but I quick knife to the gut took care of that. Whoa whatta rush. Wade was fighting when he heard a scream from behind him.
The man he had been sitting next to on the plane had just been shot in the chest. Wade made his way over to the man and as he made his last dying breath Wade turned to the man who shot his friend and charged. The man was not expecting this and allowed himself to be plowed over. Wade began to beat the man within an inch of his life and then- “Please mister…” The man says in fractured English. “Just kill me” Wade paused. “I just wanted to hear you beg.” He pulled out his pistol and shot the man in the temple.