The Mask Vs Deadpool Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Mask, dressed in a Perfect suit, appeared in front of the utility room with a man of an extraordinary big physique, dressed in black. At the sight of his cousin and Jimmy Miller being held in dog cages, Mask yelled in anger, "How dare he disrespect members of the Styles and Miller families! Is he courting his own death? Billyman, please free my cousin and Jimmy Miller." The expressionless man behind him began to do so when Ricardo appeared with the Shadow Elite squad members. Ricardo yelled, "How dare you let them out without my master's permission!" Mask glanced at Ricardo and the Shadow Elite squad members before he snickered, "So all of you are Jate Woods's lackeys. Well, I sha

The room looked creepy, the light was dim and there was nothing but weapons. Adam took several pistols, and then he hid them in his coat pocket. David did the same thing, but he used a black face mask. The face mask was never missed even though the black world counterpart already knew his face. David reasoned because he did not want to indulge his good looks. What makes sense? Let's just say it's true.

He was in his late twenties. "You are back, I thought you would stay longer." The mask guy said, on his left arm was the tattoo of the Corpse flower, the tattoo was glowing and moving as if it was breathing. He removed his mask and smiled at his mother. "I couldn't stay for another day son, you know me." Adelena answered and dropped her empty glass cup on the dining table. "Besides, I have made a deal with the hunters." "I don't trust the hunter's mum."

He nodded, "Yes, Ramos is dead. The thing is, dealing with people like that old hag, is not a big deal. How do you think I got to the position I am today? I've met a lot of people worse than her and most times I've had to use my brains. Of course, I knew someone like her, especially with what we experienced in Caracas would not want to let you go alive. The first thing I did was to find out if Ramos was alive. Of course, I never planned to use him. I just needed to know where he was. After learning that he died while attacking an agent, I opted for a better option. I have an acquaintance of mine who is into making face masks, and all that. He's so good and can practically replicate anyone's

She watched hiding behind a parked car what was happening. The masked man moved swiftly, as he beat up these men, dropping them body by body in a broken state. The men also kept coming in their numbers with various types of weapons like someone had them gathered somewhere and was releasing them to come to fight the masked man. Dede watched in horror, as this masked man broke the bones of the people he was fighting. For some of them, he landed punches that left them with injuries they could not recover. Some he threw what looked like small knives landing them on their throat, killing the people instantly.

“Stop it. It’s him. My knight had the same!” As she looks up at me, her face must mirror my panic. “No!” “What do you mean, no? It’s him.” “It must be a coincidence!” “Nina! It was just a small mask. I recognize him. It’s not like I am the people of Gotham that don’t recognize a man after he took off his glasses!” “Metropolis.” I look at her stunned. “What?” “It’s the people in Metropolis. Superman! Gotham is where Batman lives.” I slump onto my bed groaning.

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?

Jared was kneeling on the ground, the rusty knife at his feet, but he kept shaking his head, tears pouring from his eyes as he cried out, “No, I can’t… bro, I really can’t… I… Can I just kill myself instead? Yeah, yeah! Bro, I… I don’t think life is that great anyway… I-I’ll kill myself. I…” He kept stuttering and reached out to pick up the knife, but this act seemed to enrage the man in the white mask. The masked man squatted down and grabbed Jared’s chin roughly, snarling, “Useless piece of trash! I gave you such a good opportunity, and you choose to kill yourself? Everyone says you’re worthless, and they were absolutely right!” Jared was forced to look up. His hand moved instinctively and

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop. Everyone at the scene gasped. It took them a while before they got over the shock and rushed over to secure the dazed patient. Even Kate had stopped crying. I wiped the blood off my hands and strode toward her. With my blood-stained hand, I slapped her hard across the face. I poured all of my anger and hatred for killing me in my last life into the slap. The force sent her staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground. Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled. The blood-stained slap mark on her face began swelling.