𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 | the punisher
" she's become like you frank. she's sees a threat, she feels the need to eliminate it."
and you know for you i'd bleed myself dry
for you i'd bleed myself dry
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CHAPTER THREE — the punisher
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I INEPTLY STARED DOWN AT MY BLOOD COVERED HANDS. My breathing was rigged and uneven as I sat on my knees, using my heels for support. Everything looked fuzzy and bright. My eyes blinked rapidly, I couldn't think straight due to the puddle of blood before me. I couldn't think straight...because there was no body.
"Valentina" An almost strangled voice could be heard, echoing throughout the house. "Why?..."
"W...What?" I stuttered frantically searching the room, to afraid to move. "You did this to me Valentina" The voice responded. "You left me, then you murdered me."
No. I didn't do any—I didn't do anything."
"But you did" The voice rasped. Although no one was in the room I could hear it coming closer and closer. There was a lengthy pause before the voice spoke again. "You let them take me away." I jumped at the feeling of someone breathing unsteadily against my neck. "Look at me Valentina"
No.
"Look, at me Valentina"
No. No. No.
"Valentina look at me!"
Stop it.
"Kid!"
My body jerked up at the unexpected yelling. Trying my best to catch my breathe I feel a large hand on my back, immediately recognizing who it was. "Nightmare?" he asks. I could only look at him for a second before turning back to the black television in front of me. He was still fully dressed, which meant he had just come back from his little adventure.
He sighed lightly at my lack of responsiveness "We're heading out so uh, here." He hands me an outfit, cleanly folded. It was nothing special, just a white tee and jeans. Sitting on top of it was a white dove deodorant."How'd you-"
"Your old clothes. I checked them out, memorized the sizes." He cuts me off. "Come out when you're ready and we'll leave. Don't take too long we gotta make some stops." He walks off before closing the room door, leaving me alone to change.
Vivid memories of the dream I had swam in my head as I changed into my simple outfit before swiping some deodorant onto my armpits and setting it onto his nightstand
When I walk into the livingroom I immediately see Pete standing by the door looking down at his large black boots as he waited, a brown bag in one hand and what I assumed was his black sweater in the other.
I exaggeratedly take another step ensuring it was loud enough for him to hear as I made my way towards him. He looked up before handing me the two items. Inside the brown bag was a homage sandwich of his, same as yesterday. I looked up at him with a broken smile as a way of saying 'thank you' and he returned one without a word before opening the door.
