(A/N: I figured this story needed a few more chapters and a proper conclusion instead of just leaving it in limbo for so long. So, ladies and gentlemen, welcome back!)


Adam sat intently in his chair, tapping his finger on his desk in annoyance. It's been far too long since he had sent one of his men to go and grab Mr Russo. It has been aggravating for him to wait this long, due to his forces already in low numbers. He'd rather them here, defending their base instead of a snatch and grab.

The reason Adams forces were in scarce numbers was thanks to the Punisher.

He growled at the thought of that man. How a mere human was able to best the likes of him AND the White Fang. It just wasn't possible. Nor was it plausible. What did he do to aggravate the punisher so badly that he decided to take up arms and slaughter a massive chunk of his forces? It just didn't make any sense.

"Sir," Adam looked up and saw one of his new recruits walk into his tent and stood at attention. "The human you wished to speak to is waiting outside."

"Good. Bring him in and leave us." The recruit bowed and sprinted back out of the tent. He chuckled slightly; remembering how he was once a blue-eyed recruit wanting to change the world for the betterment of Faunus. Now here he was, a leader, a picture of change. Humans needed to learn their place in the world.

Beneath all of the Faunus's feet.

"So…. You're the famous Adam Taurus. Gotta say man, you're definitely living up to the hype." Looking up, Adam went wide eyed at the sight of Billy Russo.

Billy wore a similar attire to the punisher. Black combat boots with black tactical shirt, jacket, and pants. He also adorned a black bullet proof vest over his uniform; an M4 hung loosely over his body.

What really freaked Adam out, even if he won't show it, was Billy's face. His entire face was scarred beyond belief. Deep lacerations went across his entire face, some were stitched horrendously, while other marks laid open for the air to get in. But even though the open wounds looked healed, the skin corroded and came out with a rocky, black texture of dried blood.

How Billy was even able to see or speak must have been an act from the gods themselves. Because…what the fuck.

"You must be Billy Russo, I presume?" Billy nodded in recognition.

"Yup, Casanova Billy Russo at your service. But you can just call me Jigsaw. I got a call from you saying that our mutual friend wanted us to work together?" Adam scoffed.

"I wouldn't say work together, but yes. There has been a thorn on the White Fangs side for quite some time now. That same thorn has also been prickling at our mutual benefactors' side as well. I was told that you would be handling this problem personally?" Billy scoffed and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Yup. Ole Franky boy caused, well, this." He pointed a finger at his face. "Doesn't stop me from getting laid though."

Adam stood up, ignoring Russo's last remark. "You know his name?'

Billy chuckled. "Of course, I know his name. He and I used to be friends, brothers even. But we split up once he found out I was in a certain business he didn't like."

Adam grinned evilly. "Would you be willing to give me his full name and information, in case you won't be enough to finish him off?" Billy shook his head.

"No can do. He's mine, only mine. But don't worry your furry red head over it. He's as good as dead." He grinned at Adam before turning and departing.

"I'll bring his head back as a souvenir, promise!" Russo called back before getting into a car and driving off. Adam glared but shook his head. So long as the punisher was dead, he couldn't give a rats' ass on who killed him.

He just needed to die.


Frank quietly opened the door to his apartment, quickly scanning the environment in front of him. Stepping in and closing the door behind him, he made his way to his room. Opening the door, he looked around the small, dusty room.

He sat down on his bed, and gently grabbed a picture from the nightstand beside his bed. He smiled softly, looking at his family.

In the picture, frank was sitting on a wooden chair. His 5-year-old son, Tommy, sat on his right leg while his daughter Sara, who was 4 at the time, sat high on his left shoulder. His beautiful wife, Tina, was behind him smiling, her right arm holding sara steady while her left firmly grasped his shoulder.

Tina…. Sara… Tommy….

"I'm going to get justice for you. I promise." He muttered. Kissing the photo gently, he set it down before reaching under his bed and pulling out a black duffel bag,

Opening it up, it contained several cans of gasoline with matches. Nodding, he took all the cans out and set them on his bed.

"Can't ever come back here. Not like I want to anyway." Before he set his apartment on fire, he made sure to grab all his weapons and what little personal possessions he had.

"Well, old apartment. It's been real." He said, before dowsing the whole apartment with gasoline cans. First starting with his bedroom, then the kitchen, and lastly, the whole living room. Once he finished with the last can of gas, he tossed it on the couch. Grabbing his long, leather trench coat, he stepped outside of his old apartment.

All his weapons sat in the back of his van; his Mustang already taken away by Kali. The mustang was Tinas car. He made sure Kali took it in case he didn't come back.

Walking to his Van, he lit a match and tossed it in his apartment. Hearing the crackle of the blaze coming to life, he walked to the driver's side of the van and opened the door.

"Frank castle, hands up." A voice commanded. Frank turned around, frowning when he saw who it was.

Winter Schnee.

"Darlin, you picked a very wrong time to test my patience." He said, his hand grasping his holstered pistol while closing the van door.

"You are under arrest Frank Castle. Do not make me take you by force." She unsheathed her blade, pointing it directly at him. Frank growled but held his hands up.

"Listen beautiful, I got intel on where the White Fang man base of operations is. I'm going to go there and kill everyone that I see. Including Adam Taurus. If you leave now, I won't add you to that list. But, if you try to stop me, you are not going back home alive." Frank glared at Winter, who in response to that threat, took a step forward.

"I have never backed down from any enemies or threats made to Atlas. I will not start now." Her grip on her sword tightened and before she charged, Frank took a step forward.

"Well, how about a truce then. Let's both work together." Winter lowered her sword slightly, her sharp glare not leaving her face.

"You expect me to work with a psychopath?" Frank scoffed.

"I'm saying we both want the same thing. You want to protect Atlas from its enemies, and I want to kill the bastard that killed my family. Which happened to be the leader of the White Fang, one of Atlas' enemies." Winter slowly lowered her sword all the way but did not sheathe it.

"Look, you don't have to trust me. I know you don't, but we do have an opportunity to take down a crime organization that is known to hurt and kill civilians for no reason. Plus, I don't know how many enemies are there and I could use the back up." Frank lowered his hands slowly, hoping not to antagonize her.

Winter gritted her teeth. One the one hand, he was right. The White Fang has been a thorn on her side and Atlas side for far too long. They had to be stopped, but was it really worth working with the punisher?

"….Fine." She muttered as she sheathed her sword. "I will agree to this momentary truce but once we take down the White Fang, you are going back to a cell." Frank shrugged.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it darlin. For now, let's go. We're burnin' daylight." But before he could open his van door, his eyes went wide when he saw a red dot on winters forehead.

Before she could react, Frank had tackled her behind a car. Shots rang out and bullets flew as they took cover. Winter cried out in pain when her body crashed into the ground; frank gritted in pain when he felt his back burn.

He took two shots in the back. If it wasn't for his vest, he would have died. Maybe even paralyzed if the rounds hit somewhere in his spine.

"FRAAANKY BOOYYY." Frank went wide eyed and growled, pulling out his pistol and chambering a round. "LONG TIME NO SEEEEE!"

"Who is that?" Winter shouted, trying not to get her face blown off.

"Old friend, Billy Russo." He yelled, trying to peak over to find where Billy was shooting at, but to no avail.

"Once he reloads, we make a break for the van. Got it?" Winter nodded, gritting her teeth. She wanted to use her semblance to shield them from the onslaught of rounds. But, if Billy was using Aura piercing rounds like the Punisher uses, it could past through her Glyphs and kill them. She couldn't take that chance.

"MOVE!" Frank shouted, grabbing her hand as they sprinted with all of their might to the van, knowing that they had seconds to spare before Billy started firing again.

As she opened the door to the van, shots sprang out once more. Quickly, she and Frank hoped in and drove away, still taking shots from Billy until they were no longer in his line of sight.

"You good?" Frank gritted in anger, pissed that Billy decided to come back out of nowhere. But, when he heard a groan, his eyes went wide.

Winters midsection was red, and the pool of blood was growing ever so quickly.


(A/N): Hey Y'all, so I decided to get back into this story. It's been in limbo for quite some time now and I figured that it needed to be fleshed out more. So, please leave a like, comment, and a subscription for more. PEACE!