Jaws of Death

Chapter 33

The fight was one sided. With just one arm to help him, Frank Castle was unable to stay active in a one on one combat with Billy Russo. The latter was a trained marine, just like he was. Several punches and calculated kicks later, Frank was coughing out blood.

Billy Russo punched him in the face again and again, smiling sadistically. He tore open Frank's shirt and the bandages over his left arm. With relish, he stomped right on the bullet wound.

"AAAARGHH!" Frank bellowed into the night in pain. Another stomp landed right on his mouth, making him bite his tongue in the process. Frank was writhing in agony. As much as he tried not to give Billy the pleasure of causing him pain, he couldn't hold it inside anymore.

Billy took a smaller ten pound wooden crate and smacked it right on Frank Castle's back making the latter moan out aloud. The crate broke open and dozens of wine bottles rolled out onto the floor, sealed and unopened.

Billy grabbed his hair. "You do wail like Lisa, Frank! I love this!"

With that, he smashed Frank Castle's face on the ground again and stomped at the back of his head. Frank Castle's nose broke and he felt a little torrent of blood gush out of his nostrils. He breathed irregularly, wincing at the pain in his hands and nose.

Billy walked around him, taunting him. "You thought I was going to let you get away, after what you've done to me, huh? After the pain you put me through? No, Frankie. Believe it or not, the pain you cause people has a way of coming back to you in the end. Some people call it Karma. People, like us, we call it payback!"

He kicked Frank and turned him on his back. "This is what payback feels like."

Billy Russo stared at the motionless body of Frank. He was breathing in a haphazard manner, his nose a bloody mess. His right hand was holding his left hand in position, his face an epitome of pain. This was the way he wanted to see Frank Castle.

"The Punisher, huh? Well, now the world will know, who the real Punisher is!"

Billy walked towards the knife. "I'm going to carve your face now, Frankie! I'm sure Maria would love it this way much better, when you meet her on the other side."

As soon as he picked up the knife and straightened up, a harsh pain gored his head. Billy Russo yelled out in pain as he blinked.

Frank Castle had broken a wine bottle over his skull.

Before Billy could react, Frank stabbed him in his gut with the broken glass bottle. Russo cried out in pain as the bottle penetrated his skin, tearing into his gut. Frank twisted the bottle, his eyes ablaze with fury. Billy tried to kick him and stab him with the knife, but Frank was all over him. He punched and clawed with his right hand like an animal. He wasn't fighting like a marine. He was fighting like an animal desperate to get what it wanted.

In a very short time of combat, the knife fell into Frank Castle's hand. Transferring it to his good arm, Frank stabbed Billy Russo in his heart.

Russo's eyes seemed like they would pop out of his head. His scar lines stretched taut as the man screamed in agony, feeling the blade delve deep into his cardiac tissue. Frank looked into his eyes as he thrust the knife deep into him.

"Pain..you cause..has a way of coming back to you..in the end!" Frank thundered into his face.

He stabbed his ex-best friend in his heart again and again.

And again.