Hang 'Em High (closed)

[Frank Castle]

Frank waited for Tommy to wake up from his sleep. He had suspended the ganger upside down with chains in his small apartment, something no one questioned him on.

As he sat he took another shot of liquor, remember what these bastards did to his family. What these bastards did to other families. And he would be punished for it...

But nothing said Frank couldn't get some information from him first...

[The Administrator!!!]

Thomas woke slowly... slowly, "Ugh..." He groaned, and spun slowly. "Shit, what the hell happened to..." it clicked, seeing the world such a way. "What?"

"YOU!" He saw someone as he spun, "Let me go you know who the FUCK I am? I'll fucking have your head in a.... hah...." he grimaced, he saw something else off to the distance. Something like it had other things, lined about. A cloth, with said things. Hard to tell...

"Oh man is this, this about that couple Kilos? Who has been getting pissed.... fuck, fuck! Tell him I'll pay him back, okay?"

He still sweats profusely. The horror is clicking fast. "Oh god please, please tell me this isn't happening..."

[Frank Castle]

"This has nothing to do with your drugs Tommy," said Frank, standing up and walking up to the upside down figure, "this is about a hit you ordered a month ago."

Frank then stood in front of Tommy, "A hit on my family."

Sliding the table over, he calmly pulled up a chair as well, then sat down in it, reaching down to plug something into a wall. He then seemed to stop paying attention to Tommy, and to the things on the table.

[The Administrator!!!]

"What...?" He didn't believe that. At first. Then it clicked,

"Castle? Right?" He spun slowly, "Agh, are you kidding me? Fucking Castle... that was supposed to be a simple job. What the hell happened?"

Obviously, he didn't know. Someone was still alive. Let alone it was someone like Frank. Glaring he asks, "What the hell do you want then?" He just didn't think. This was all for simple revenge. "You want me to say I'm sorry? Is that it?"

[Frank Castle]

Frank ignored Tommy, not caring what the little bastard wanted to say anymore. Picking up a welding torch, he looked it over, and then placed it down on the table.

Then, he walked over to a nearby fridge, and from it removed a steak. Placing the piece of meat into a metal pan, he picks up the torch again, and places a pair of welding goggles and gloves on.

"You know what this is Tommy?" he asks, showing the other man the torch, "this is a welding torch," with a couple snaps of a piece of metal, he ignites it and holds it up letting the flame come down to a small blue point, "Two thousand degrees, Tommy. Enough to turn steel into butter. It won't hurt at first. It's, uh, too hot, you see? The flame sears the nerve endings shut, killing them. Then you'll go into shock... and all you'll feel is... cold. Isn't science fun?"

And with a hiss, he used the piece of steak as an example of what the torch could do...

[The Administrator!!!]

Tommy wasn't sure what was said. Then...

"Wait, what?"

It clicks. His paled face was a sign he understood. Then he commands, "You let me go or I swear to god. I'll fucking have your head on a fucking platter! I'm a big man! I own, more fucking territory than most the lords in this district. Let me the fuck go! You fucking listening to me?"

He was tossing and crying out profanities. He was going crazy... and was NOT happy.

[Frank Castle]

Frank just looked at Tommy, then walked behind the gangster, and asked Tommy the first question, "Who ordered the hit on my family?" before pressing the torch against the other man's exposed back.

He watched the skin bubble and boil as the superheated torch pressed against his flesh for only a couple seconds.

[The Administrator!!!]

He watched worriedly when he's out of sight. Then he heard, and felt, something.

"GYAHHHH!!!!"

He pulled wildly, trying to leave the flame. Yet it singed and burned his skin. He tossed his head shouting, "P-P-Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf did!"

He winced and pulled again. "That's what they call him! He's a gangster, big-wig up in the ranks. He ordered the hit to protect some family of his. I think his cousin or something. Damn it let me go! That's fucking hot!"

Perhaps the biggest understatement of life. Was just made.

[Frank Castle]

"Papa Smurf huh?" said Castle, walking around to the front of Tommy, "gonna need to give me more than that."

Castle then pressed the torch into Tommy's chest for only a moment, but it was long enough to almost melt through the man's sternum.

"Where can I find them?"

[The Administrator!!!]

Tommy tossed once more. This time the singing smell of hair and flesh caused him to gag terribly. "Stop! Stop!!!"

He gagged, and heaved dryly from his throat. The pain of this fire taking his mind and breath away. He stammers forth, "Th-the club. Two of them. You can find them in the clubs. Why are you, argh!" He felt such a sting. It was hard to continue.

Someone mentioned one club. Yet there's a second one? Heh, Tommy was going to be of use maybe.

"There's his cousin. He goes to this one place. It's a fucking gay bar." He twitched, "Then the old man. He owns another one. Deals trade in the back. It's called The Melon Dump? Or something. I don't know. It just it's the place. The place big wigs of the crime syndicates meet. To discuss the next turn of profits to the boss."

He whined painfully. "Please, I need to get to a hospital. I think I'm dying!"