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Post by The Administrator!!! on Aug 24, 2010 0:40:16 GMT -5
All of a sudden.... being scared of, PS. Wasn't on his mind. The marking was horrid...
"Ahh...h... Okay-okay, listen. I tell you then you let me go alright? Please?" He made a weak, horrified smile. He wasn't sure if this is really happening. Maybe it's all a bad dream, and he just isn't up yet?
"D-do you know Papa Smurf, the cartoon character? Well the boss. I never met him... none of us do, we just work for him. Papa Smurf is his codename, but he spells it 'P-O-P-A' and that's about all I can say on that man.... I mean, for the boss... I don't know him and I don't really know how to know him. Unless you make it to my lower boss. Thomas O'vehl, he runs our gang out of the Pier. He has some stuff and... I-I don't know what he can tell you..."
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Frank Castle
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Post by Frank Castle on Aug 24, 2010 0:44:26 GMT -5
"Not good enough," says Frank, wrapping a couple fingers around the nose ring.
With a hard yank, he rips it free from the man's face, then turns it over in his hand for a moment. After a minute, he just tosses it away and looks back at the kid, "Tell me everything you know about the outfit. Who else is in it, where can I find them, and most importantly, who do they report to."
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Post by The Administrator!!! on Aug 24, 2010 13:36:02 GMT -5
"AHH!!!" He held his nose, the blood pooling in his hands. "SHIT! SHIT!!!" he held his nose but, he shook his head. "You crazy fuck! You think you can just...." he was crying. Yet he had to tell him. "Alright, listen... the organization is controlled by Popa Smurf, he decides everything. His orders are the only orders. We don't know him but higher ups must... I dont know..." he flinched, "Eh... the gang is the lowest rung there is. We kind of just control the lower level bullying, threats and that kind of crap. We kill people and launder stuff. We just report to Thomas he's the gang's boss. He reports to a guy called 'Vinny' he was the one that was in control of that hit in the park. Me, him... David there...." he motioned to the dead guy. "And two others that Vinny works with. I don't know, but they were pretty high up too. They only had us along because we were the ones in charg of this area, that night. Making our rounds..."
He snorts up blood. "M-fucking shit..." He held his nose again. "Mmm.... You can find Vinny at a nightclub in Queens, he frequents it every friday and saturday night... I don't know what it's called but it's something that's like, it sounds like it's french or italian the name I mean... he's got guns all around him, though. He's a big shot he loves flaunting his green. Then there's the one guy, Thomas. He works off the Pier. He's taking some shit for some sugar daddy or whatever. It's got somethign to do with kids..." he shook his head. "That's all I know. Pier 41, the 'Tuna' district in there. You'll know the place it's got guys all over it. They aren't fisherman either...."
He sniffled again, "Alright... can I go now? I gotta see a doctor, you fuck."
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Frank Castle
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Post by Frank Castle on Aug 24, 2010 16:43:47 GMT -5
"Not yet," says Frank, lowering the box cutter, "there's one more thing you can do for me."
At that, Castle pointed the gun at the kid's head, "You can send Thomas a message. Though I doubt you'll like the contents."
With a final gunshot, Frank Castle executes the second man involved in his family's murder. Taking the boxcutter, he the reaches down and sets to work.
After a few moments, he stands back up and pockets something before walking out of the convenience store, wiping down the gun, dismantling it, then leaving it at the scene. Moving through the rain, he removes the object from his pocket, letting the downpour clean the severed finger, with ring still attached, of nose ring.
From this night forward, this was no longer about rage or vengeance to Castle. Tonight, he had become...
The Punisher.
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Post by The Administrator!!! on Aug 25, 2010 1:32:37 GMT -5
Hours later.....
There was a meeting. A meeting of many heads. Many heads of the criminal world. Sitting at a long table. At the head of that table, was the man who now worried the most after what was told. Police on the pay had interviewed the family. The events shown on the store security, the sight of what happened to the dead men involved with the killing. The simplest fact that every trace of 'Frank Castle' somehow vanished like a phantom only to make it that much more problematic. A man doesn't dissapear that fast. A man can not be gone from his home leaving it all to the police only finding snippets and such of his family's murder.
Things like this did not happen. Or make sense. The men are all quiet for a reason though. Even Steven, head of this table. Wasn't the real head. The other end of the table is vacant. For now. Until then, Steven sat there. His ragged hair a mess. The slightly scared look ever more worrying to the other men. He was the only one to talk to him... so far.
Then they hear the heavy steps outside the door. Every one was slow, hard. The fact was they knew whom it was. As he stepped into the room like a massive shadow. Like the devil's own flesh. He just stood with a black attire. His cold, cruel blue eyes following the rows of faces that turn down. To the one that looked at him in a deep sweat. The massive figure moved to his own seat with his long cane clicking like the hoof of satan. Every step, every loud clack a realization of the anger. The rage in the man ahead. Then he sat, dark... foreboding.
He looked back. To the men now looking to him. Looking for answers, and ways to handle the problem. Yet he instead asks, as he held the file left on the table.
"What, does he want?"
A man said, "Revenge, for his family. I believe he..."
There is silence, as the large man looked to this speaker, coldly. He shook his head, and the man grew silent.
"Revenge, would be far easier. He knows who killed his family... he isn't stopping there..." The man with cold eyes looked at Steven. Whom swallowed a lump in his throat. "What, does he want?"
"We can buy him off." Said another. This one, gave a nod. "We just find him, we offer him whatever he wants. Maybe we can get him to..."
It's not long. The way the man at the end of the table closed his eyes and snarled. It was like shadows formed at the man who spoke. He was suddenly grabbed by the shadows. Dragged out, into the darkness around them. The others are deathly silent.
The large man stood, and made to the window. Looking over the city. He watched silently, for a moment. Raising his right hand the shadows came with a cigar. A lighter. It was lit and he did smoke. The man puffed as he watched a slow mix of smoke from his cigar. Then he narrowed his eyes. Motioning them all to leave...
Yet Steven, who happily went to leave. The man narrowed his eyes and the shadows grasped his shoulders. They pushed him into his seat. Everyone else was gone... but Steven sat, sweaty as ever.
The silence soon followed. The large man, stood smoking his cigar. Then he closed his eyes and sighed a long, ashy breath. The next he placed his palm against his forehead and rubbed against it slightly. His cigar lit well and forming a line about his head.
"Steven..."
The man turned up slowly.
"What, do you think we should do....?"
Steven seemed a bit flustered. Understandably so though. He shrugged, and shook his head. "I-uh, guess. Put a price on his head. See if we ca..."
"No, Steven." The man looked down at his cigar dropping some ashes. "I'm talking about you. Should we put a bullet in your head?" Steven's eyes grew wide a bit. "Maybe, have you 'accidentally' fall down some stairs? Or why not go ahead and do what the old bosses did. Give you a fashionable death with some cement shoes?"
Steven shook heavily. Sweating prfusely. Then he fidgets as he felt the shadows ever around him. Not ever able to move.
"I wish I could.... you messed up, Steven." Steven, shook his head... hated hearing that. Hated it. Yet he can't say anything not to this man. This man narrowed his eyes at the lights outside. There he saw his city. It was his. He controlled it. He owned it... but tonight, there's something in his city. He didn't 'own' that he had no 'control' over. He growled at that thought and clenched the cigar. It burned, but not enough to bother him or his large, strong hands.
He turned back slowly, as he looked at Steven. "I'd give you to this 'Frank Castle' if I thought it would stop there. Yet you see, Steven. There's a thing I like to believe. I've done well over my years. It's that I've 'studied' the people I own. The people I know." He shook his head, "You can make people do anything you want. If you give them what they want, or threaten to take what they need. That's how you control people. That's how you know, what to do with people. How far you can push before they break. It's a rule you might want to pick up, Steven..."
Eventually, the man started walking over. Steven, felt the chill as he just lumbered beside him. Not even able to look up, he just felt the peering eyes. Til' he then saw on the table the hand, with the cigar now flipping over the portfolio. Pictures of the 'skull' were very well detailed. Then he spoke softly. Like death's own gentle whisper.
"You can reason with people. That have something to loose, you know? Yet you can not reason with someone. That has nothing to loose. Nothing to gain. Nothing to give or take. When you have that problem. Steven. You loose everything... it's your problem..."
A shift of his hand. Another cigar, another lighter. The man, suddenly gave a snarl. Steven, felt the other shadows leap on him. His arms, his neck all held. His head raised as the large fellow lifts his cigar... slowly...
"You best deal with it Steven. Before I, have to hear more about this. The longer this 'problem' persists. The more I will start to see this continue. This man may become a force of issue. For if I can not control my city and all within her. I will not be happy... neither shall you..."
After that. The man held the cigar over Steven's head. The burning red head was closing. Yet suddenly... he flicked it. The shadows receed and Steven collapses on the table crying, panting of pure fear. The man in black turned away. Then he laughed a bit.
"You're not worth ruining a perfectly good Cigar." He smoked once more. Steven cried, to himself. Weeped to himself. While the man in black was shown the doors opening thanks to his shadow men. He stood there, turning to Steven. Standing in the doorway.
"By the by, Steven..." Steven looked up, sniffling.
"If this man finds you. I want you to remember your fear now. I assure you. If he does not make you suffer. I will.... so do not let him be around that long. Dispose of him, immediately... I want no more word of this. Not one..."
The man in black turned and walked off. Then the doors closed. Steven was left in the room alone. In darkness.
Darkness...
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In his car. As he sat in. The man in black narrowed his cruel, calculating eyes. A man at his side. Was silent. Yet he was young, he was strong. He served well for his master. Then he saw him crossing his hands before him. The young man took note....
"Why does this man worry you so much, sir?"
The man in black narrowed his eyes to his side. The young man turned away to be silent. However, he spoke.
"If you knew the trouble one man deciding to take up the mantle of justice as I? Than you'd be worried too. For now there are two... yet where the devil stays in hell. This.... death fellow, I fear will not restrict to any alley or dark corner... he will come to our doors and into our homes." To that, he glared mercilessly. "For this isn't a man that follows a cause. He is a man that has lost it all. I've seen men like this in my times, they die.... but some, take much more with them before that. This man...."
He puffed his cigar a moment more. Then he snuffed it in the car.
"He musn't be allowed to wander freely. He must be dealt with immediately..." A sudden shift, he reached for a cellphone, and typed into it. Seconds later. "Tombstone? It's Kingpin.... I've work for you..."
The night of the Punisher, began. It would only end when he was done. Or so, most that night wished. Yet even as he set the terms. The Kingpin felt, that this was far from over.... he closed the phone. Somehow knowing that much like a night some months ago. He again felt the troubled sense of another force of 'justice' worming into his city. Eventually to become a threat to the empire he made.
This time because a foolish, lower boss. Had failed to commit to the number one rule. Always finish that which you have started.
If it must be, the Kingpin will finish it...
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