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 FIVE — exit wound
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THE WOMAN SCREAMED HYSTERICALLY AS SHE RAN from the Beaty eyed creature that soared through the cloud sky above her. Curt and I watched with silent looks of interest and subtle criticism and intensely as she attempted to make a hopeless escape.
Our concentration on the luminous screen so sharp that the loud buzz the hummed from the phone that had sat snuggly in the back pocket of his jeans. The interrupted pulled an irritated sigh from his lips before he's reaching into his right pocket to check the caller ID the glowed dimly on it's screen.
Unknown Number
His thumb hovered hesitantly over the bright green 'answer' button before finally pressing against the slick glass surface of his phone. "Hello?" With the phone pressed firmly to his ear, Curt goes silent for a moment and glances towards me mouthing a silent 'Frank' before handing me the phone.
"Hello?" I said softly my brows furrowed at his late call. "Hey kid." His voice shamelessly displayed his evident exhaustion.
"How is it?"
I held the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I shoved my hand into the bowl of popcorn that sat in my lap. "I'm good." My voice was muffled by the handful of popcorn I had shoved into my mouth. "You find much?"
"Yeah, yeah. I uh, found Lieberman. We've been working on something. He thinks it's gonna work."
"This, this guy he has food, shelter, surveillance. It's a good place for you."
"But?" I knew there was going to be a but, there's always a but. "But you can't come. Not right now." He sighed out.
"How long?"
"I'll be there to get you before the week ends." He says. "Promise?" There was a small pause before I heard some shuffling coming from the other end. "Yeah...promise."
And with that I hung up quickly handing the phone over to Curt who waited next to me.
That was the last conversation I had with him before his hacker friend came knocking at Curtis's door the next day at 10 p.m.
Before he told us that Frank was lying on his kitchen island inches away from death and that he needed Curt to help keep him alive.
Frank was not very desperate to cling onto his fairly miserable life, and everyone knew that. Which is what made this more urgent.
There were no second thoughts. We we're practically already out of the door and down the three flights of stairs, jogging hurriedly over to the large black van that sat parked across the street. We all quickly got inside starting the car the minute everyone was inside.
