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
HIGHEST RANK: #1 in karen page
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:･ | YELLOW | :･ ･ﾟ ♡︎ — act ii. man of many names
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CHAPTER EIGHT — gone, gone thank you
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The car ride was quiet.
And not a single word had been uttered since we left hospital. I was rushed me out of the room after having my face wiped of any evidence of what went on inside, throwing a coat over my shoulders to hide my blood stained clothes.
With the distraction of an emergency evacuation—Frank was able to escape the hospital without any issues. At least from what we believe.
Utilizing the deceased cop's clothing as a temporary disguise—we parted ways halfway down the hall. Frank taking the staircase on the other side of the building instead of leaving with us.
Peter was a wreck. Heavy breathing and rambling beyond any kind I've ever seen.
Of course he was scared. We all were. But regardless of that he never let me go, leading me all the way to Karen's car and insisting he rode with us.
It took thirty straight minutes of Karen's pleading words before we had finally got him to agree to go home. The young blonde dropping him off a block away from his residence before leaving.
He was skeptical at first, luckily Karen was a good liar.
At least I think she was lying. If she wasn't then she must be a fool, because whether Peter was here or not. Nothing would change what's about to happen.
"You know." Karen's soft voice began from the front seat, the reflection of her ocean blue eyes trained on me was visible in the rear view mirror. "Believe it or not. I was in the same position you're in once."
My brows furrowed unconsciously at the he idea of Karen hurting someone. It was too far fetched. Maybe she was just trying to make me feel better. This couldn't be true. Right? The woman was an angel, she even looked the part.
"Yeah. Yeah I know." She chuckled softly practically reading my thoughts with the way she looked at me through the reflective surface that hung above her dash. "He was a bad person. A horrible one but, I still felt guilty...because bad or not. He was still human. I took someone else's life. I took a life, and it stuck with me." She says pausing for a moment, a breathy sigh slipping past her lips.
"But you know what? I learned to live with it." Her words were encouraging. Something easier said than done. "Don't let this define Val. It'll only go downhill from there. Trust me."
I tried my best to keep that in mind for the rest of the ride before we had finally pulled up to the front of Curt's hidden RV. The ground below of rocky and grovely as the tires made loud crunching sounds against its surface. "Alright." She buffs in preparation for what was to come for the next few hours. The both of us exiting her car before slamming the door behind us. It's echo bouncing off of practically every surface at a five mile radius
