Origin of the Gunslinger
Daniel Thompson walked home after a day with his friends. His dark skin matched the tone of night His white shirt seemed to be floating since he was wearing black pants and black boots. He walked up to his house as a man walked out. He was tall and bulky. He had a shaved head and green eyes. He was dressed in a black sweat suit which seemed to be dark with something. His dark boots thumped down the street as he ran away. Daniel looked after him and he walked into the house. When he walked in, he started to scream
"AH, AH, AH, AH, AHHHHHHHHHH"
On the floor were the bloody corpses of his parents. They'd been stabbed to death over the course of a few hours. He ran outside into the street
"HELP, HELP"
He tried to stumble back into the house but he collapsed in the door frame. He knew something before he blacked out, he'd seen the man who'd done this. He'd seen his face
"Never forget" he thought "Never forget"
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A few days later, Daniel was living in a foster home. He'd been going to the police station every week to check on the investigation. One day, he walked in and up to the head police officer. Before he got there, he saw the man who'd killed his parents walking out. The man turned and locked eyes with Daniel. He knew who the boy was and he smiled an evil smile before he left.
"What…what was that? You're letting him go?"
"Sorry Daniel, there wasn't enough evidence"
"BULL" he yelled "THAT MAN DESTROYED EVERYTHING TO ME. NOW GO AND KILL HIM"
"Well, that's the other thing Daniel. We…we're stopping the investigation. No evidence, no witnesses, sadly…no justice"
Daniel stumbled back, putting his hands on his head
"NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Daniel turned and ran out of the office. He sprinted to his home and packed his backpack. He quickly wrote a note for the parents and he slammed the door on his way out
"If the police can't give me justice, I'll get it myself"
Then, he set out on his mission of revenge. And he'd never become normal again
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Justice was NEVER fair. Daniel was 5 years old, homeless, hungry and living on the streets. He was sneaking around, trying to find something to eat. He was about to snag an apple when a hand grabbed his wrist. Daniel looked up to see a gun pointed dead on at his face. Daniel stared down the barrel of the gun, unafraid. There was a long pause and the gun was pulled away from his face. He looked up and saw a tall man standing there. He had black hair and hard brown eyes. He wore a black shirt with a skull on it. He also had black pants, black boots, and a long black coat. He saw there were guns and weapons all around his body.
"Oh, you're just a boy" the man said "I thought you were a piece of villainous scum"
"No, those are the people I want to destroy. They…they've always destroyed my lives"
The man looked at Daniel for a second and extended a hand "I am the Punisher. And you're?"
"Daniel Thompson" he said, taking his hand and shaking it
"Do you live around here?"
"No" Daniel said, shaking his head "I don't live anywhere. My parents were murdered and the STUPID police force won't do anything to the man who killed them. All I want, no, what I NEED is to make him pay"
The Punisher almost smiled at this comment.
"Very well" he said "Since you obviously don't have any stealth or skills, I should train you"
"What really? Ok then"
"Come on, we have MUCH work to do"
Daniel nodded and followed the Punisher down into a secluded area in the woods. And like that, his training had begun