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 NINE — the forbidden carousel
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MY HEAD WAS THROBBING LIKE CRAZY. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I walked out of this with permanent brain damage. I was currently laid flat out on my back, a weakened groan slipping past my lips as my vision finally began to focus on on my surroundings. A old shiver running down my spine once I had finally managed to give recognition to feeling of cold tile under me.
Frantically searching the room I silently struggle to figure out where I was, but the heart stopping sight in front of me caused my blood to run completely cold.
Through the window of what could now be recognized as a food stand, I could make out a slightly blurred carousel through the server's window.
Yes.
That carousel.
This is where Billy got Frank's family killed. How poetic of him.
The sound of weighted footsteps cuts my thoughts short and I quickly take that as a sign to play possum. Desperation running through my veins while I try to keep my breathing as steady as possible I relax every part of my body until the footsteps had stopped.
The sound of a bag unzipping echoed throughout the room, being followed by the loud clatter of what I could assume where some high tech torture weapons or something.
Maybe that's how he'll do it.
Maybe he'll torture me then leave me for dead for all of New York to see. Fucking humiliating. With Frank dead there's a guarantee that no one will be able to stop it.
Taking a deep breath I finally decide to take a quick peek behind me to figure out what was going on. Slowly turning my head towards him I held in multiple whimpers and groans due to the aching pain traveling my body.
I could almost catch a glimpse over my shoulder of his back that was turned toward me, he seemed extremely concentrated on something that was on the metal table in front of him.
As if done by instinct my eyes flicker down to the leather holster on his thigh.
"Always move slow. You move fast, you're more likely to fuck it up and get caught. And if you get caught you die."
Inhaling quietly I began to move as slow as possible, maneuvering onto my hands and knees so that I could crawl my way over to his unguarded weapon.
A loud clank makes me freeze in my tracks as Billy lightly cursed to himself and began getting back to his work. So I did the same, crawling over to his leg once more, looking up to confirm that he had no sight of me before reaching out for the weapon. It felt like I was going to explode if I so much as even made one wrong movement.
