"What do you mean? We Deadpools need to take shelter?" Deadpool from Hell's Kitchen asked, visibly confused.
Deadpools were known for being fearless—chaotic, unstoppable, reckless.
They were the ones doing the killing. Not the ones being hunted.
That made this whole story a bit... hard to believe.
It only piqued his interest more.
"Who the hell is this person? Why does he want to kill you? Doesn't he know Deadpools always get revenge? And what about the other heroes in your world—don't they care?"
He bombarded the female Deadpool with questions.
Her gaze deepened. She inhaled sharply, trying to steady the storm within her.
"Of course they cared. But... that being was too powerful. Too terrifying," she said, her voice trembling slightly, as if each word dragged out memories she would rather forget.
"So powerful that even our greatest heroes—Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, and even those secret warriors operating in the shadows—none of them were spared.
They fell, one by one. Slaughtered. Sacrificed.
And when the heroes vanished, so did the universe.
It marked the end of everything..."
Her voice grew softer and heavier. Each sentence was like a thunderclap against the hearts of those listening.
"That's impossible," Deadpool from Hell's Kitchen muttered. "There's really something that strong out there? Stronger than Thanos?"
He couldn't fathom it.
The strongest being he could think of was still Thanos—he'd even watched old clips of Alex Ray fighting Thanos in the multiversal chat.
"Thanos, huh..." The female Deadpool scoffed. Her voice dripped with contempt. "I lost count of how many Thanoses died by his hand."
Deadpool stiffened.
"Who is this guy?" he asked.
Her eyes shimmered, caught between past and present. She drew in another breath as if the name alone weighed heavily on her soul.
"He... he's one of us."
Her words fell like an axe.
"A variant. A Deadpool who broke the fourth wall."
It hit Hell's Kitchen Deadpool like a freight train.
"A Deadpool... who knows he's in a comic book. And he believes the only way to 'save' the Marvel Universe is by killing every character in it. Twisted logic. Brutal methods. A complete psychopath."
"He's gone from universe to universe. Killing. Purging. Like some sick, cosmic janitor."
"We call him the Killer Deadpool. And he's every Marvel character's worst nightmare."
Deadpool from Hell's Kitchen removed his mask, staring at her like she'd just told him the moon was made of chimichangas.
He understood the words, but not the logic.
Comic book characters? Them?
Their world wasn't real?
How could a Deadpool strong enough to kill Thanos still lose to other superheroes? Was he just... stronger because he turned evil?
The story sounded like a twisted bedtime horror tale.
"My lovely lady, your story's got decent structure, but the tone's a little too horror for my taste," he teased. "You just wanted my attention, huh? Well, you got it."
Wanda Wilson ignored his snark, continuing with her story.
In her universe, she had been a resistance fighter. A bodyguard for the underground.
On the day it happened, she had been on a covert mission—routine, until everything went to hell.
She was spotted by Captain America.
A battle broke out. A fierce one.
Though she fought well, Captain America's combat mastery was nearly flawless. She was being pushed back, trying to retreat into the terrain, when it happened.
He suddenly coughed up blood. His skin went pale.
A long, silver blade pierced straight through his chest.
His blood soaked into his suit like spilled wine.
Behind him stood a Deadpool—but not the one she knew.
No jokes. No chaos. Just a silent killer.
His eyes were empty. His expression cold.
He didn't say a word. He didn't hesitate.
The blade turned, and he stabbed her next.
Over. And over.
She collapsed, staring up at the monster wearing her friend's face. Covered in blood. Radiating malevolence.
This wasn't just a violent Deadpool.
This was evil incarnate.
The aura around him was like a black hole, sucking all light and warmth away. Like a demon walking out of Hell to mock the very idea of hope.
He didn't stop. He kept killing.
It wasn't just heroes.
Villains. Civilians. Gods. Mutants.
He wiped them out one by one.
She tried everything. Rallied what forces she could. Called in every favor. But it was useless.
Against him, everything crumbled.
Two and a half years of resistance felt like an eternity in a dead universe.
She watched as every light blinked out—every ally fell.
When the final heartbeat of her world faded, she believed she was next.
But the Killer Deadpool didn't finish her off.
He approached.
His face—once soaked in blood—wore a calm, almost tender smile. He knelt beside her, ran his fingers along her scarred cheek, and whispered:
"Don't be afraid. You and I are the same."
"This isn't slaughter. It's redemption."
"This world—this comic—can only be reborn if everything in it is erased."
He rose.
And walked away.
To the next universe.
Leaving her broken. But alive.
It was the Deadpool of Earth-616 who later found her and brought her to the Void.
After hearing the full story, Deadpool from Hell's Kitchen said nothing.
He couldn't.
It was too much to process. Too surreal. Too terrifying.
"So... where is this Killer Deadpool now?"
. . . . . .
"Eighty, eighty..."
The words echoed through the darkness.
A cold, rhythmic chant—madness in every syllable.
And behind them, footsteps approached.
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