A Punisher's Punishment
Post movie based story on the Punisher. Pretty much stand alone though. The story has more in common based against the movie storyline rather than the comic. The storyline doesn't feed off the movie in any particular way it's more of a basis for reference.
Written by R J Blackstone
The night was dark and misty. Fog covered the alleys and the streetlights barely showed through on the main streets. Frank Castle sat alone in his car on one of those dark back alleys. He smoked a long cigar and blew out the window of his 1967 Ford Mustang into the fog of the night, his mustang was almost as black as the night itself. Across the street there was an old beat up blue four door sedan sitting in front of a small apartment complex, the street lights barely glimmering off of its dull paint. The apartment complex was about three stories high and had small balconies running across each floor, the building had to be at least fifty years old and not very well kept. It wasn't exactly the place where you would expect to run into a nice crowd so Frank kept very alert to his surroundings.
Frank was tracking his way down to this building for the last week now and was groing tired of running into dead ends with his investigation. There were a series of rape-murders going on in downtown and Frank had tracked them all down to this point. Four witnesses spoke of a blue car that had a very similar description to the one that was parked across the street. It also helped that one of the rape-murders happened right here in this very apartment complex, Frank just recently learned about that particular rape murder though because it happened over four years ago. Ten innocent women had died in a period of three months at the hands of this sick serial killer and Frank Castle was going to put an end to it today. If Frank could of know about the murder at this apartment complex when he started looking into it he probably could have saved at least half of those womens lives, but it was too late to speculate on what could have been. The police had been looking into the murders for some time now and didn't seem to be getting anywhere at all. Frank hadn't taken much notice to the murders until he saw that one of the girls was raped and killed in her own house last month and then the killer waited there for her whole family to come home and then killed them all. It was one of the most brutal homicides to happen in the city in a long time, it brought up a lot of memories of when Franks own family was brutally murdered and Frank decided that this definitely deserved the attention of the Punisher. The police really hadn't made any progress at all and there was no way that Frank could let these killings go on without doing something about it, it all went back to the oath that he took upon himself when he decided to become the Punisher.
The front door to the apartment complex opened up and a gorgeous blond walked out and started walking down the street. There was quite a large tattoo that ran down the back of her neck. She stopped and pulled her shoe off, obviously adjusting something uncomfortable. Back at the front door of the complex a tall man walked out and came down the same side of the street. He came across the blond and stopped to talk to her as she finished adjusting her shoe. They talked for a while and Frank just sat there in his car and watched, he continuously shifted his eyes to the blue car and over to the front door of the complex so that he can see if there was any other movement. Everything seemed to be moving along normally but he had a sneaking suspicion that it was about to change.
The blond woman walked over to the driver's side door of the blue car and this caught Frank's attention. Immediately he thought that he must have had the wrong blue car. The woman and man were seemed to be flirting with each other rather intensely and
they couldn't possibly be the ones that Frank was looking for. He scanned the rest of the street for any other blue cars that matched the description of the blue car the four witnesses he questioned had told him of. He started up his car to drive down the street but when he did so he saw a lot more movement across the street from the direction of the blue car. The woman was now being shoved into the back seat of the car and the tall man that had been seen talking to her before was ripping her clothes off of her right there in the middle of the street. Frank grabbed his 9mm Browning Llama from the passenger seat, jumped quickly out of his car and took off running towards the blue car. As he came up on the man he yelled for him to stop and grabbed the tall mans right shoulder with his left hand. He yanked him back around so he could put his 9mm in the killers face. As he did so the gorgeous blond looked up and smiled at Frank. She lifted up a shotgun with a bright silver handle from the floor of the car and had it pointed right at the emblem on his chest.
"Stupid damn Punisher" she smiled as her dirty blond hair flowed smoothly with the wind, coming to a gentle rest upon her shoulders. The blond had a dirty, almost unkempt look to her but even through that you could tell that she was a beautiful woman who really should take better care of herself. "We saw you tracking us over an hour ago" she laughed.
Frank was a little confused by what just happened but due to his years of training he never let his guard down. Frank swung out with his free arm and slapped the shotgun to the side keeping the 9mm in his opposite hand pointed at the rapist, while doing so he felt the arm holding the 9mm slightly lifted at the wrist and took the brunt of a smll object being jammed into his back. A shock of electricity flew through Frank's body as his knees buckled and fell to the ground. He looks up to see the tall man holding a tase directly on franks side along the rib cage. After that everything seemed to go dark, the street lights above faded out into nothingness.
In what seemed to be a few hours later, Frank Castle woke up in a small apartment with chains wrapped all over his body and the chains locked down to heating pole connected to the wall. The chains bound his hands behind his back with a rather large lock keeping them in place. The chains were put around his arms so hard that they were cutting off most of the circulation to his hands. Across the room the tall man was sitting next to the blond on a bed smiling brightly. The man was holding the key to the lock up in the air with his right hand, dangling the key and shaking it as if to taunt the punisher with its presence.
"You thought you could catch me didn't you Punisher?" The man stood up and walked towards Frank. "You know there are a lot of people who will pay good money for you, dead or alive. You're lucky that my girlfriend here seems to think that you're worth more money to us alive. Personally I think you are more of a liability. People like me would be awfully happy to see that your not around anymore and I would be more than proud to make that happen."
Lights flashed as the blond took some pictures of Frank with her digital camera, you could hear the camera beep with each click of the button. She never stopped smiling "these should be helpful in proving who finally caught the big bad punisher. You're going to make us rich. The bosses will take us right to the top for this one and then we will be raking in the dough for the rest of our lives, all because the damn Punisher slipped up while he was tracking us down. He didn't know what he was getting into when he came looking for us. The nerve he had coming all the way down to our apartment and thinking that he could get the drop on us. We sure did get the drop on him right baby?"
"That's right darling." The man walked across the room and gave the blond a small tap on the rear end as he confirmed her feelings. He picked up his shotgun from off of the bed and admired the craftsmanship. The shotgun was a Mossberg 12g single barrel modified with a silver stock and a black grip that had silver tribal markings wrapped along it. He took the shotgun and walked over to frank pressing it hard against his forehead, he pressed it so hard that he slammed Franks head back against the wall. Frank didn't make a single noise, he just stared back at the man with a fire in his eyes biding his time till the man slipped up. With a smirk the rapist took the shotgun away from Franks head and placed it on a shelf next to the bed, picking up the taser from the same shelf.
Both of the criminals laughed at Frank, they seemed awfully proud of themselves for capturing the Punisher. They actually should be proud of themselves it's not like the Punisher had been captured many times before, although this wasn't an isolated incident it was a rarity. Frank Castle eyes were still bloodshot from being tasered and his vision was out of focus, yet he still managed to spurt out some words through the pain "shut up you worthless freaks." He was dizzy from the shock of the taser and barely kept himself up after exerting himself by shouting. The chains were grinding into his arms as he flexed his body in anger.
"What the hell are you thinking Punisher!?" The tall man kneeled down next to Frank with his taser shoved up against Frank's neck. "I wouldn't be so harsh if I was the one tied up right now. We are going to make large amounts of money off of you Billy bad ass. Hell, they got bounties on you in about every state. I bet you I can find a less legitimate person that might just pay me a little more than the government would though. You just might be a more wanted criminal than I am, your kill list is larger for sure. Nobody would shed a tear if I took your life right here and right now, actually there would be a lot of people jumping for joy. First things first though, we going to have ourselves a little fun playing with you."
Frank smirked at his captor. This guy obviously didn't know he was dealing with; this wasn't the first time that someone tied up Frank Castle's hands. During Frank's time in the FBI he was trained on how to withstand torture and escape from bonds. The types of imprisonment that Frank had escaped before made these chains look like child's play. Terrorists had held him captive for weeks before and Frank never even screamed as they tortured him. The rapist knew who the Punisher was and had heard stories of the things he had done but even with all that in mind, he really had no idea what he was actually up against. Frank was a top of the line trained government agent for which some crook off the street was no match at all.
He waited for the cocky loser to get up close on him; he wanted to smell the alcohol on his breath before he made his move. His captor was staring at him eye to eye not more than a few inches apart when Frank whipped his head over to the left and slammed right into the mans nose. The criminal's nose was spurting blood all over his hands as he fell to his knees dropping the key to Frank's chained hands in the process. On his knees, the same place that Frank had read about all of this sick bastards innocent victims being found. The news would always read "another dead rape victim found alone in an abandoned building propped to their knees." The Punisher enjoyed the irony of the situation and took pleasure in dealing such poetic justice. Frank gave him another knee right to the nose for good measure and the man arched back and fell to the ground in agony. The Punisher was able to reach bend down and snatch the keys to the lock on his hands off the floor. Frank reached around with his free hand and quickly had the guy turned around taken the taser and shoved up against the tall mans neck as he lied on the floor grasping at his horribly damaged nose. He flipped the taser up to the high level.
The apartment stank of burnt flesh. Frank laughed "how quickly our situations can come to change." The dead rapist laid sprawled across the apartment floor, still twitching from the high voltage that passed though him. Blood began soaking into the carpet around the dead body creating a very potent smell in the air. The smell of burning flesh didn't bother the Punisher at all, it wasn't the first time he had to go thought the experience, it had actually happened to him once before. It wasn't exactly the best experience of his life but at least it prepared him for this situation.
The blond was shocked and was nervous as she ran over and picked up the shotgun off the shelf. By the time she had it in her hand the taser was flying across the room and smacked her square in the temple. She fell back onto the bed and dropped the shotgun onto the ground. She could hear the crack as the taser made connection with her head, the woman fell limp to the bed, slightly concussed from the strike.
She looked up overhead and there was the same shotgun she had in her hands just moments before pressed against her chest, the light shining off the silver handle blocking her vision.. "Your boyfriend is dead blondie." Frank reached up with his free hand and pulled the chains up and off his body. The blond looked over at her dead boyfriend and gagged. Frank let back with the shotgun a little so the blond could roll to the side of the bed and puke, as she did a portion af a tattoo was visible just peaking out of the left shoulder of her blouse. Then Frank took the shotgun and pulled slightly down on the blonds blouse to reveal the rest of her tattoo he noticed earlier. The tattoo was unmistakable, it was two roman numeral ones side by side with chains and a wilted reef wrapping around them. It was just as he thought; it was the 11th commandment a small terrorist group that had Frank had been a little heat on lately. "Go back to your group and tell them they are going to need a lot more than you and the rapist to bring me down. If I see you again I will kill you." Frank walked over to the dead rapist, he leaned down and pulled back on the shirt right at the shoulder, the tattoo was there too.
Frank picked up the taser off the floor and carried it along with the shotgun back to the car. As he walked by the blue car he smashed the taillights and slashed the tires. He then got into his car and drove off into the fog of the night. The terrorist group known as the 11th commandment should be expecting a visit real soon.