The Punishing Knights ~ The Punisher And Moon Knight

I still respect you

On Frank's side

Caught off guard by Madani's disturbing announcement, Frank refuses to come up with a tactical plan and storms out of the trailer donning a jacket.

The idea of destroying his former best friend animates deep within him a certain emotion that he is unable to describe. An immeasurable joy makes his heart, destroyed over the years, throb. He wants to avenge her, and Russo's death is the only way to achieve that. However, a part of him suffers from the fact that he will have to assassinate the man he considered his brother for so many years.

Fine drops of rain crash on the asphalt, giving an even heavier and more gloomy atmosphere to this early morning.

I settle this mess and then I disappear once and for all! But hey... If I die at the hands of Russo, I can finally FUCKING SLEEP! And this, for damn eternity!

A car horn abruptly snaps Frank out of his dreams.

"-HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING DUMBASS!" A woman in her forties yells rudely, stopping her vehicle which was about to potentially crash into Castle.

The man quickly raises his head towards the woman, and arches his eyebrows when he sees her middle finger raised angrily at him.

"-Forgive me ma'am." Frank mumbles without knowing what attitude to adopt in front of the lady who seems to be completely out of her hinges.

"-FORGIVE ME, FORGIVE ME!!? WHAT'S NOT GOING IN YOUR DIRTY HEAD TO DIG UP?! IF I HAD HIT YOU, WHO WOULD HAVE PAID FOR YOUR TREATMENTS AND FIXED MY FUCKING CAR?!"

"-Listen ma'am, can you at least stop screaming like crazy? You will end up waking up all of New York. You know we're approaching 5am? So a minimum of respect for the poor inhabitants who try to sleep, lower your voice." Adage Castle with a hint of irritation across the throat. But he remains polite with this completely enraged woman.

"-DON'T TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD OR SHOULD NOT DO YOU SAVAGE!" Mouth the woman loud enough to tore her lungs.

At this precise moment, Frank detaches himself from the situation. He knows there's absolutely no point in getting mad at her.

He then looks at her one last time with a neutral gaze, and continues on his way, ignoring the insults that she throws at him as he walks away without a single look for her. People like this are lost causes.

During a few hours of walking in the middle of the city, Castle shapes a little game plan. As he puts his trusty Glock back in his belt, a small wave of worry seizes his guts. He recalls that he currently has no good qualified weapon on him to use against Billy Russo. However, just before plunging into his usual anger following this obstacle, Frank remembers that there are always, at the old port, the various weapons that the ex-soldiers had provided for him.

He then turns around and heads back in the opposite direction, towards the old port.

When he arrived, around 9 a.m., the sun was already high in the sky. The scorching rays of the star strike against the partially wet ground, which makes the air very humid. The formerly grayish color of the concrete is now sprinkled with stains ranging from carmine red to a rather brownish shade, and more or less large in some places. The Russians may not have been able to sell their shit, but they at least left a mark of their passage.

Gathering the instruments of combat, a sharp pain rips through Castle's abdomen. The long distance he traveled during the morning had the effect of blowing his stitches. A small trickle of blood crisscrosses his stomach to blend into the fabric of his jeans, which quickly finds itself soaked in this thick, bright red liquid.