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 FOUR — billy russo
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I PICKED ANXIOUSLY AT THE SOFT COTTON hem of the t-shirt that almost swallowed my upper frame. The pitchy creaking of drawers could be heard from Frank's room as he salvaged some new clothes. I just stood nervously in the middle of his living room, a bit too afraid to touch anything. He had told me we were heading out, that there was somewhere available to lay low.
It was definitely needed, especially after Frank had finally devised Micro's identity—curtesy of Karen.
But he wouldn't tell me exactly where.
I huff an anxious breath as I allow myself to lean into the solid discomfort of the wall behind me.
If I didn't know better I'd say he had enough of me and was leading me to my own death, probably to bury me alive or something.
On the other hand. This Micro guy. Turns out he's just a normal guy. A normal, scrawny old guy with a family named David Lieberman, who was apparently shot and killed near the Hudson for treason.
Kinda brutal if you ask me. Public execution and all.
As soon as I began to hear the echo of a familiar pair of heavy steps I go to unlock the door but before I could walk myself through he lightly jogs over to hold the door open for me and without a word to each other we were off to who knows where.
A thirty minute walk was what it took, before we made it to a familiar recreational center, pushing our way through the doors with quick steps. I could spot the silhouette of a man, who I only hope was Curt as we made our way down the hall.
Maybe we're staying with him tonight? Not much of a subtle hiding place, but it's something.
"Hurry up, common." He says quickly gesturing for us to enter his room. I'm the middle sat multiple chairs that were positioned in a circle. "You sure about this Frank?" Curtis almost looked doubtful as he questioned his friend, I could spot his eyes flickering between us while he waited for an answer.
"Yeah, it's just for a day. Maybe two." He rasps. You could tell in his voice that he didn't get much sleep.
For a notorious serial killer he's jittery. I don't blame him though. He's being stalked by some random nerd in his mid 30s. Poor little psychopath was up all night staring at his ceiling.
"You got everything?" Franks breaks the silence between us. "Yeah, clothes and supplies. Just like you asked..." Curt trails off and to give me a soft smile. "I'll take care of her."
