Hell's Angel: Devil's Backbone (BK 2)

The Punisher

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

Mary wasn't kidding. There really was puke EVERYWHERE. After I got Chase camped out in the bathroom, huddled next to the toilet, I then started on Lizzie. Her meds were helping a little but she still wouldn't quiet. It took a good half hour to get her down. And finally there was peace. Well...for us. I don't know what to think about Chase. We started taking shifts watching him.

I plopped down on the couch and then laid my read back. I really hope it wasn't a mistake coming here. A faint banging filled my ears and I sighed. I stood as Mary entered the room. "Who would that be?" she asked.

"Pray it's a drunk guy." She looked at me funny as I walked past her. I headed down the stairs and to the café's door. I opened it and Foggy rushed in. He was frantic, a crazy look in his eye. My heart went up in my throat as I had flashbacks to this morning. "Dani!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's Matt. He and The Punisher fought. Now no one knows where either is. They just vanished," he said. I sighed and cruised myself. I knew I should've gone with him. I'm such an idiot for listening to him. Why did I do that? "Where were you? You're not bleeding, this time."

"It's a long story. Just...check the hospitals, just in case." I grabbed my jacket and slipped it on. "Where's Alison?"

"She went looking for them."

"What?!"

"I know-"

"Why didn't you stop her?"

"Why weren't you with Matt?" he spat back. I glared at him till I felt satisfied. I turned and then left. I drove as fast as I could to my place and then change into the correct apparel. I pinged Alison's phone and then began the trek across town. She was stupid for going alone, I was stupid for listening to Matt, Matt was stupid for even suggesting I leave him, and Foggy...well Foggy's just stupid.

About ten minutes later, I arrived at where she should be. I looked over the edge of the roof. Sure enough, there she was. She was walking down the side walk, dawning my old leather jacket. I knew I shouldn't have given her that thing. Now I've created a monster. We don't need another vigilante. Especially, not Alison.

I jumped across to the next roof and then quickly shimmied down the fire escape. I landed in the alley and then waited for her to walk by. As soon as she did, I snagged her, pulling her into the alley with me. She let out a muffled scream. "Oh, cool your jets," I said, pushing her away from me.

She whipped around, completely frazzled. "What was that for?"

"That was to prove that you're not ready to go looking for a serial killer on your own," I said. "You should've heard me."

"Right," she sighed. "I take it you haven't found them?"

"No."

"Where were you? Why weren't you there?"

"I was with your son...worst mistake of my life," I bobbed on my toes. "His face is currently plastered to a toilet seat, right now. But we- I need to find Matt and The Punisher. You go home." I turned to leave.

"Wait, Dani!"

I turned around and glared. "Does the costume mean nothing to you?"

She rolled her eyes and then continued. "I need to ask you something. Well, I need to tell you something, then ask you."

"Out with it, woman."

"Okay. There's no easy way to say this," she paused, building suspense. I wanted her to just spit it out. "I know the man you attacked you at my place...and I know who The Punisher is." My mouth fell open. I looked at her dumbfounded. What is she talking about? "His name is Frank, he's a regular at Angel's. He wanted me to write a story for him. About what happened to his family."