Deadpool slouched on a decrepit barstool, his mask rolled up just enough to sip from his glass. The dimly lit, abandoned tavern creaked and groaned as if it were alive, amplifying the eerie silence.
"You know, it's not often you get to see a ghost town with an actual ghost," Deadpool muttered to himself, glancing around the empty room. He tilted his head, listening to the soft rustling of the wind through broken windows. "Or is it a ghoul town? Zombie village? So many horror tropes to choose from."
A shadow flickered across the bar's entrance, drawing Deadpool's attention. He smiled behind his mask, recognizing the familiar silhouette of his old friend-turned-rival.
"Logan," Deadpool greeted, tipping his glass. "Fancy meeting you here in Spookyville."
Wolverine stepped into the bar, his claws glinting menacingly in the moonlight. "Wade," he growled. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know, just enjoying the ambiance," Deadpool replied, gesturing to the decaying decor. "And maybe tracking down a rumor about a certain Weapon X experiment gone wrong."
Wolverine's eyes narrowed. "What rumor?"
Before Deadpool could answer, the temperature in the room plummeted. Frost crept up the walls, and the lights flickered erratically. A guttural growl echoed through the tavern, sending chills down even Deadpool's spine.
"That rumor," Deadpool said, his voice barely above a whisper.
From the darkness emerged a monstrous figure, a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and metal. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and its teeth were sharp as razors. It was a twisted version of Wolverine, enhanced and corrupted by an unknown force.
"Well, that's not something you see every day," Deadpool quipped, drawing his katanas.
The creature lunged at them with terrifying speed. Wolverine barely had time to react, slashing with his claws to deflect the attack. Deadpool moved in tandem, his swords dancing through the air, slicing at the abomination.
The fight was brutal and relentless. The creature was strong, its wounds healing almost as quickly as Wolverine's. Deadpool's quips and jokes grew more desperate as the battle wore on, his usual bravado waning in the face of this relentless foe.
"Got any bright ideas, Logan?" Deadpool called out, dodging a swipe from the creature's claws.
"Just one," Wolverine grunted, lunging at the monster. He grabbed it by the neck, his claws digging deep into its flesh. "Run."
Deadpool blinked. "Run? But I'm the Merc with a Mouth! I don't—"
"RUN!" Wolverine roared, his voice filled with a mix of rage and desperation.
Deadpool hesitated for a moment before turning and sprinting towards the exit. He glanced back just in time to see Wolverine and the creature locked in a deadly embrace, their forms shrouded in a blinding light.
The tavern exploded, the force of the blast sending Deadpool flying through the air. He landed hard, his healing factor struggling to keep up with the damage. As he lay there, staring up at the night sky, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.
"Guess it's just another day in the life of a hero," he murmured, pulling himself to his feet. "Or anti-hero. Or whatever I am."
He limped away from the burning wreckage, leaving behind the remains of the tavern and the memory of his fallen friend. The night was far from over, and there were still monsters to hunt, but for now, Deadpool walked alone, his thoughts heavy with the weight of loss and the promise of vengeance.
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