Okay guys, I still am not that far in Season 2 of daredevil, but I am honestly surprised how much I LOVE Jon Bernthal as the Punisher, the only thing I knew him from was The Walking Dead where he was Shane, and I hated him in that show. But honestly, he's now my second favorite punisher, Number one still belongs to Thomas Jane though.
JAUNE
Jaune had been training in the woods. As it turned out, the LAV was also equipped with some holographic training displays for infantry tactics, as it turned out, The Atlesian army had a system of using militia in case of emergency. Basically the holograms were to help teach civilians how to move, think, and act like a soldier. And Jaune had utilized them to the fullest, it was like going through boot camp without having to go through boot camp, and considering he was getting plenty of hands on experience out here fighting the white fang and the occasional Grimm, you could say he was much stronger than he had been months ago.
Right now he was punching and kicking a tree, he knew he had neglected hand to hand combat and sword play recently, and he really needed to work on that again. Especially after he had met Raven. She may have been a coward. But there was one thing he knew. If they had fought, he would have lost. Luckily it seemed that he was able to shock her with the truth that she was a coward, causing him to get out of there. Or maybe she had enough honor that she let him go. Who knows? Honestly the only thing he cared about was the fact that she was strong. And he knew he had to hone all of his skills if they were ever to fight in the future. Especially if she ever got in his way. Which based on how she actually criticized him for killing those grunts, he imagined she could be a thorn in his side.
Funny, he had overheard Qrow's conversation with Yang about how Raven had a dangerous world view, but he always thought that she thought humanity was a cancer, never did he expect that she was willing to let scum live as long as she got answers. Who knows how many people she had let go? Would she let pedophiles run free if it meant she got her hands on some information that could supposedly be useful? He hoped she had enough of a soul to at least kill those sick bastards at least.
"Great, she's killing my good mood." Jaune said as he punched a tree, leaving an indentation.
His physique had definitely changed, which was expected after months of hard training and fighting. He was built for speed and endurance, but he was also deceptively strong. It came in handy whenever he had to deal with bigger enemies. Lure them into a false sense of security and confidence, and then tear their throat out when they least expect it. Sort of like a rattlesnake laying low until it was time to strike.
"Damn, out of whiskey." He said as he threw the empty bottle into the woods.
Its amazing how after so long of drinking the vile drink, that you can grow to love it. The slight burn you get from the alcohol helps take your mind off of everything else. Course now that he was out, he was also left alone with his thoughts. He pulled out a picture of his team from Beacon, the picture was taken a week before the Vytal festival. They all looked so happy back then.
His eyes focused primarily on Pyrrha, her red hair, her smile, her eyes. Those same eyes that had been haunting his dreams for the past few months. In a way he was glad that alcohol existed, it helped it so he didn't have to dream about her. He missed her, there was no doubt about that, but he was sick of seeing her in everything. Some days after a job, he swore he could see her staring at him with sadness. Some days before he went to sleep, he would close his eyes and see her crying. But worst of all was when he would have a dream about Pyrrha at her final moments, based on what Ruby said, she had been shot through the heart with an arrow, and was turned to Ash by Cinder. Cinder. Yet another person on his hit list.
Funny, he had run into her team when they first came to Beacon. Who would have thought that they were a bunch of evil bastards hell bent on destroying humanity. One thing was for sure, if he ever saw them again, the first thing he was going to do was cut off Cinder's hands, and force her to watch as he killed her team mates. Oh he was sure, she didn't care about them, but it would help her realize that she was useless without her hands, and that her death was inevitable.
He didn't care how sadistic it sounded, because those three cunts were responsible for hundreds of innocents dying, and for what? He didn't know, but one thing was sure, he was going to force their reasons out of them, slowly and painfully.
"Heh, To think, I used to wonder why Grandpa was so cynical at times, I guess I can understand the old man a bit better now." He said as he opened up a bottle of bourbon that he kept around for emergencies.
"Here's to you, you old bastard." He said as he downed the drink in one gulp.
And there was the familiar sting of alcohol, he remembered the first time he had tried it. He ended up coughing a lot due to the burn, but now, it was like drinking water. It didn't bother him anymore. He set the bottle down as he started to take inventory of his latest supply run.
"Well, this RPG will come in handy, good to see the white fang wasn't just stealing food, but weapons as well." He said as he looked over the newest additions to his armory.
More assault rifles, a few revolvers, an RPG, as well as ten rockets for it, and an automatic crossbow for stealth missions, overall a decent haul. He had given the food back to those starving orphans of course. After taking out a small amount of rations for himself of course. After all, it made no sense to fight on an empty stomach.
WHITE FANG
"DAMN IT!" An ox horned man yelled out as he choke slammed a man against the wall.
"I want you to find this man who is ruining our plans! And when you find him, bring him to me!" He said as his other hand was on his sword.
"Koff...Yes sir, as soon as possible." The white fang underling said as he ran off before his boss decided to change his mind.
Adam had been pissed off before. But now this man who had been interfering with his supply runs had been really getting on his nerves. At first he though it was an isolated incident, just a couple of low life grunts getting killed by some scavenger. He didn't really care, they were cannon fodder anyways. But what really pissed him off was that it turned out the man had some personal vendetta against him, and seemed to want to destroy his organization at every opportunity he had.
"Sir! We have an injured man in the hospital! He claims to have information on the man who has been attacking our brothers!" A white fang grunt said as Adam smirked.
"Bring me to him right away." He said as he was finally getting some good news.
He walked through the base, the walls stained red from multiple grunts he had killed when they had brought him bad news or were suspected of defecting to the enemy. He did not take rejection well, if it was up to him, he would hunt down every single traitor to the white fang and hang them by their own intestines. That would send a message that anyone who tried to leave, especially to join Atlas or any other human faction would be hunted down and exterminated like vermin.
"Is this the man?" Adam said as they had a man laying down with a bandaged arm and broken leg.
"That's him sir." The grunt said as Adam walked up to him.
"What can you tell me?" He asked as the grunt sat up.
"This guy came out of nowhere, we were getting ready to haul a shipment back to base to arm our next raiding party, but the next thing we know there's a hailstorm of bullets." He said as Adam spoke up.
"Is this man part of Atlas? Mistral? Vacuo?" He asked probing for information.
"No, he's no member of the military, he wasn't wearing any uniform, and the weapons he had looked stolen, considering they were from different kingdoms, so chances are he's a freelance hitman or something." He said as he looked Adam in the eyes.
"The one thing I do remember, is he had a giant white skull on his chest." He said as Adam raised an eyebrow.
"A white skull?" He asked as the grunt nodded.
"Yeah looked like this." He said as he gave Adam a drawing.
"I see, what else can you tell me?" He asked as the deer grunt looked him straight in the eyes.
"Just what the men call him...The Punisher." He said as he laid back down.
"That's all, I got out of there when shit started going south." He said as Adam nodded.
"I see, good work, but you see there still remains a problem." He said as the grunt was confused.
"You see, as I recall, I gave specific orders that no shipments were to be abandoned, and I know I gave STRICT orders to never leave your comrades behind." He said as the man tried to defend himself.
"They were all dead, and the shipment was destroyed, there was nothing I could do." He said as Adam grunted.
"Oh but there is." He said as he sliced the man's head off.
"You can follow orders, or die trying." He said as he wiped the blood off of his blade.
"Was that really wise sir? We're stretched thin with this war as it is." His second in command said as he crossed his arms looking at him disapprovingly.
"I can't afford to let weaklings and cowards live, he would have just slowed us down." He said as he left the room.
"How the hell did I get mixed up in this? All I wanted was peace, but then this asshole took command, and he's trying to make us a feared terrorist group, no wonder that Belladonna girl got out when she could." The Hawk faunus said as he walked away.
YANG
Yang didn't do much these days. She sat in bed looking out the window. She ate, she drank, she slept. She woke up the next day and did the same routine. Somtimes she would feel a phantom itch where her arm used to be. She grimaced at the thought. She could still feel the cut that took her arm away. She thought she had finished caring, but to be honest, it haunted her every single day. Her once promising dream of being a huntress gone forever. Oh sure, maybe she could have gotten a prosthetic, but who had time for that? Especially with this whole war going on, and Blake leaving her. It was all a big shit show. There was no way she would be able to get her hand on a prosthetic.
Her dad had tried to help. And he had been protective lately ever since Ruby left. Yet another thing that made Yang grimace. She didn't get to say a proper goodbye to Ruby, and their last encounter, she hadn't even told Ruby that she loved her. And last she heard, Ruby was out there fighting in this whole thing. Yet another thing Yang couldn't help with.
"YANG!" Her dad yelled as the house shook.
Her old instincts kicking in, she sprang into action faster than she had in months and ran out of the room. She may have been a mess, but her dad sounded like he was in trouble. She burst into the living room...only to see that he was fine, and he was staring down at a box.
"Dad?" She asked unsure of what was going on.
"Yang...you might want to see this." He said as she walked over.
"Woah..." She said as she looked into the box.
There sitting inside was a prosthetic arm. But not just any, this was top grade Atlas technology. Her father had told her that this was the kind of stuff they used for General Ironwood's cybernetic enhancements. This wasn't one of those wooden limbs that you would see old men using because they couldn't afford the upkeep that came with high grade tech. This was something that only the highest ranking of soldiers or wealthy men would afford.
"This...This is amazing." She said as she ran her hand over the arm.
It was even in her color, being a bright gold. And she noticed on her wrist was a replica of her Ember Celica, except it was built into the arm. But there was still one issue.
"Where did this come from?" She asked as Tai shrugged.
"I don't know, I don't even know who brought it here." He said as they heard a voice.
"That would be me." Tai froze at the voice and Yang looked up.
Only for her eyes to go cold as she saw someone leaning against the corner of the room.
"Hello Yang..." The woman said as Tai looked at her.
"Raven..." He said as he clenched his fist.
"I think...we need to talk." She said as the two blondes glared at her.