"Wilson, I've had enough of this!", the feral mutant yelled at the merc with a mouth.
For the past 10 minutes, the two expert fighters had been dueling with a assortment of different attacks. They were on the roof of a six-story building, the cool night air blowing by gently. Their breath was visible each time they exhaled, which they did frequently. While the battle had only been going for a short time, Logan couldn't even remember how it got started.
"How it got started, Logan my man, is because the fans wanted us to fight", Deadpool said suddenly, narrowly ducking beneath a claw slash. He retaliated by knocking the arm away with a swing of a sword, and rushing forward, weapons thrusting forward. Wolverine brought his claw up in time to block the blades, and the two pushed, trying to knock eachother back. They were very close, face-to-face.
"The hell are you talking about, ya freak?", Logan replied, pushing Deadpool back to send his opponent stumbling. The merc fell to the roof's surface, but pushed off with his hands and flipped back up almost immediately.
"C'mon, why can't you get it like I do? That metal skull of yours keep out the common sense or something? As soon as I'm done talking this sentence, some punk is going to put a set of quotations around it", he said. "SEE!?"
"You're absolutely batsh*t crazy, you know that?", Wolverine asked him, slightly bewildered. He raked his claws over Deadpool's chest, a spray of blood flying out and spilling over the shredded clothing. The man stepped back, gasping heavily. He pressed his hands to his chest and fell to his knees, choking. Wolverine relented, relaxing somewhat, and moved closer. Deadpool doubled over.
"Just kidding!", the merc exclaimed, sitting up. "Seriously though, no worries about this. You're too popular-like, really, eleven books a month-and I'm just too damn funny. There's no way either of us are gonna die!"
He suddenly drew a very large pistol with one hand, and a grenade with the other. At nearly point blank range, he shot Wolverine in both of his knees. A splash of blood landed on Deadpool's mask, and Logan cried out in pain as he fell to his knees in front of Wilson. He popped his claws and stabbed them into the red-clad assassin's neck, red landing on his face as well. This time, Deadpool gasped for real, struggling to breath.
"Hkk.....case in point...."
He flicked the pin off of the grenade with his thumb. There was a awkard moment of split silence between the two, and even the wind stopped. Wolverine muttered something.
"....damn"
The grenade exploded, fire washing over the two combatants. They were both flung far from eachother, Deadpool going over one side of the roof and Logan going over the opposite edge. Wolverine was in one piece, due to his skeleton, but his face and a large amount of his chest had been flayed or blown off by the explosion. One of Wilson's arms and a chunk of his torso were blown to bits, however.
The two fell the six-stories to the ground, one of them landing hard, and the other landing harder. The world blacked out for both.
When Wolverine awoke, he was lying in a hospital bed, in a gown. He gazed around, grunting with disapproval. He kicked the sheets off,and stepped down onto the tiled floor, perfectly fine. He streched his neck with a crack, and took two steps before a familiar voice stopped him.
"See? What did I tell you?"
The mutant turned slowly, a look of incredulity on his face.
"You've got to be f**king kidding me", he mumbled. The Merc With A Mouth, Deadpool, was standing in the same room, in full costume.....for some reason.
"Nope! See, I told you were we gonna be fine. I'm always right! The stuff about the quotations, even the fans...."
"Yeah, I guess you were.....", Wolverine began. "....but you know what else, Wilson?"
"Hmmm.......what?"
"They want an encore"
SNIKT!
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