User blog:ZachWadeWilson/Deadpool

-snore- A door slammed shut. “Whaazzat?” I said, waking up. I couldn’t see anything. Then I realized I was in a bag. I took a knife from my belt and sliced open the bag and sat up. I looked around and realized I was in a morgue. I groaned as I slid off the gurney and landed on the floor. “Don’t you ever get tired of this?” Yellow box. “I mean, don’t you get tired of always waking up in a morgue?” I sighed. “What choice do I have? I can’t die, remember?” “You have the choice of fighting for things worth fighting for.” I lashed out at the gurney and sent it flying. “Why should I?” I growled. “What has life ever done for me? Oh yeah, that’s right! Life gave me a father that beat me every night! It gave me torture beyond anyone can bear! And worst of all..” I yanked off my mask and looked in the mirror. “It gave me this.” I pulled out a gun and shot the mirror and turned away.