Punisher, War Journal: Entry 19053. I've locked and loaded. I've been here for two hours, waiting for the meet. My snitch says its five scumbags, fifth floor of a hotel. I've set a trigger explosive to destroy the circuit box. When the lights are out, its show time. M4, the finest standard automatic weapon, a beautiful choice. USP 45, when I run out. Infrared goggles are a go. Two stunners, two grenades, and my Bowie knife. Time to make the world a little more sane.
He hid in the room's bathroom, being told by the rat this was the room. Frank kept picking up and then setting down his rifle every two minutes, eager to kill again.
At last, the familar movement of a doorknob alerted hin. He left the door ajar, but enough to hide him from view. Five men in business suits came in. One of them had a briefcase. "Hurry this up. I have a blonde awaiting me later." A couple of ugly laughs. "Ugh, I have to use the bathroom."
Frank switched the lights off and put on the goggles. The footsteps approached his hiding spot. The door was pushed open, and Frank hid behind the door, holding his knife.
One of the scum came in to piss. Frank shut the target's breath and sliced his throat, carefully setting the squirming body down. He hit the switch, frying the lights out in the building. He came out, and watched the other four wander about. "Get the light!"
"I can't see shit." Frank aimed at the nearest one, and fired away. The bullets flew and buried themesleves into two of them. They dropped as the other two drew their guns. "Holy shit! What the-!" Frank pulled a grenade out, and rolled it after cooking it.
It rolled to one of the last two. He picked it up. "What the fuck is-"
He became a mess, exploding into various body parts. The last guy caught some chunks that hit his face. "Oh god..." He was met with a knife digging itself into his insides. "Guhh..." He choked out. Frank shoved it deeper inside. "Die." He muttered.
Frank removed the knife, letting the body drop. Wiping the blood, he headed to the window, and shattered it. He set up a hookline to a shorter building nearby. The sirens began to sound down below. Frank felt something like peace, but it wasn't enough. He ziplined down.
A good day's work. Time to return to base.
AN: I've read many Punisher stories, and I found myself liking those. Thought I'd try this out. Maybe I might keep going with this.