OK guys first of all i would like to say thx for the help patriot gave me. He made the story (Even more) awesome and i owe him everything! I'm looking forward for him to edit part 2. if you guys want to read part 2 lol. Anyway he did great!
Enjoy guys ! :wink:
Writing > Simon aka Seacow
Editing > PaulC. aka Patriot
Part 1 – A Punisher Is Born.
I open my eyes slowly. I'm feeling dizzy,like I’ve knocked back an entire bottle of Jack Daniels in a few seconds. What’s that smell? It's horrible,and I find it reminding me of rotting flesh. Bad memories. God damn my head hurts. Can’t remember a thing, but from what I see I’m on the floor of some rich guys house. My skin brushes against this fancy carpet,panther skin I think. Problem is that it ain’t so fancy anymore,‘cuz someone got blood all over the place. I try to stand up, but my legs won’t let me. I'm bleeding; actually I think I’m shot. It takes all my willpower just to stand up, holding the flow back with my already bloody hands. Somewhere, there's a tap running. All of a sudden I'm overcome by thirst,and I can't think of anything else. As fast as my body can,I walk towards the running water. Stumbling is the best I manage,and that quickly develops into a crawl.
Guns. Guns all over the place. Bodies just lying there. Crap,whatever was going on here must have been rough. I find out where the sounds coming from,the bathroom. I shove open the door,swiftly,like a child at Christmas....and then it hits me-the smell, that horrible odour. I turn my face towards its origin, over towards the bath. And there, this beautiful woman lays. With three bloody holes through her beautiful body. I feel pain,I feel hate and at the same time,I feel love.This is my wife and she was murdered. My children,I remember having children. I don't feel any pain now as I run towards their rooms. Any effort I make only results in finding my son and daughter slain. I pick up my children, and carry them to the bathroom. The blood I'm losing doesn't bother me,I just want my family to be together for one last time.
In my efforts a lighter falls outta my pocket. It’s quality silver and somebody engraved it.
“To my dear friend,
Frank Castle,
From Silvermane”.
I guess I'm Frank,huh. I'm gonna haveta have me a few words with this Silvermane chap. Find out who the hell I am, and why this has happened. Find out who planned all this.
And then I'll punish them for it.
