When the man comes around

chapter 2 : Brutal justice

3 days ago :

It was tiring to say the least ...... he was both tired and sick . Tired since , he hasn't rested properly for a while after arriving to this new country and sick because he was shocked to see the amount of injustice and grotesqueness that ran rampant in the streets of Japan . The vile and corrupted preying upon the innocents as they pleaded for help.

Fortunately for them ......judgement has arrived , and may god have mercy on the poor bastards who crosses his path . In an empty and bleak warehouse there was a single man standing .......well , you can say that there where others but they weren't that much "active" to say the least.
The floor was covered with blood and organs of the yakuza members .. there was only a single man standing . He was standing a solid 6 feet tall , in the dimly lit warehouse , heavy with the smell of blood . He didn't felt remorse ,....after all these bastards deserved what they got . The pain and sufferings that they caused was "punished" . The man calmly pulled out a cigarette from a sleek cigarette case engraved with a name . Frank .
He lighted the cigarette with a swift flick of a zippo .

And took a heady pull of nicotine.. the smell of tobacco soon mixed with the odour of blood . Where any other man would empty their stomach in such a hellish and grisly scene . This individual was standing still without batting an eyelash.

A phone started to ring which he picked up from the inner pocket of his ankle length trench coat . "Hey micro ..." he answered with a gruff voice . "How's it going with the yakuza Frank ??  , everything okay , i reckon ??" .. the man now known as micro asked .

The man snorted and replied "The yaks are hardly a challenge , however it disgusts me that how crime has eaten through the society here in Japan " . The man now identified as Frank replied . "Don't pressurize yourself Frank " .  Micro replied . "Yeah .... I'll call ya later " . Frank switched his phone off .

Ever since his family was brutally murdered in a crossfire between crime gangs . He took it up as his cause to avenge them ...not just them but every single soul which burned in the flames of injustice . And as such became an one man army ....waging a war against crime as a whole . Countries didn't matter , places didn't matter . All that mattered was doing what needed do be done . Putting an end to crime so no one else didn't had to suffer a fate like his family ....his fist clenched as he recalled the memory. 

"Papa ...save me I'm scared " a scared child screamed grabbing a teddy bear
"Frank ...please Help " a woman pleaded with tears rolling down from her beautiful face . Before a sound of bullets breaked the scene "No!!!" .. it was just a memory  , a reminder for him to carry on his mission . He is the worst nightmare of criminals and the corrupted , the call which answered the millions of drowned out voices of the innocents. His thoughts where cut off as he heard a low sound of somebody coughing , apparently one of the yakuza members miraculously survived the assault . Frank shook his head slowly before heading towards the injured gang member

The yakuza member was shot in the legs . It happened so fast once  he was celebrating with his fellow partners and associates over there success over a bank robbery ....the next moment bullets came  crashing in slicing and tearing his comrades down as he watched in horror . The next thing he knew , was a bullet hitting him on the knee as he fell down . And a man coming inside there base , he couldn't see his face but it was a foreigner , soon he started coughing...he tried to stop to not attract the attention of the man .....but he failed.  He saw the man slowly walking towards him . It was an American man tall and well built wearing a long leather trench coat and black pants and combat boots with a still smoking m249 machine gun in his hand .

As he came into his view , the thug widened his eyes . It was the symbol , the damned symbol on the man's kevlar armor .

This man was considered a myth , a legend among criminals , an entity which was the worst nightmare of all who indulged in illegal activities.
The light reflected on the bone white skull symbol on the man's chest . A man who made it his mission to punish the guilty without any remorse.  The yakuza thug was now literally scared speechless..

It was him ....it was Death himself .
A single word escaped his mouth "p-punisher" the punisher is here in Japan!!! . But his thoughts swiftly ended as a 12gauge shotgun shell smashed into his head ending his thoughts and his life. 

Frank wiped the spilled blood and dust from his coat . "I really need to eat something , I'm starving" . He said  in a tired tone. Before leaving the warehouse , as soon as he left and started to walk away, he pulled a small remote and pressed it as the warehouse was consumed in a huge explosion and fire from the c4 he planted  . "Just like the fourth'o july" the Man , Frank said .
before driving away before the authorities would show up

"One batch , two batch ... penny and dime "

The vehicle disappeared in the mist of the dark night.
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Whoo!!! That's a lot of violence and carnage right there.  But that's  exactly what makes punisher one of the best charecter out there . His own unique style and methods of doing things is what makes him so awesome.
Stan the man , sure knew how to create epic charecters (R.I.P Stan Lee, my childhood hero) . So this chapter marks the entry of old man Frank in Japan . The next chapter will focus on the meeting of the punisher and Saki for the first time , and you bet it's gonna be interesting to say the least !!!😏😏😉😉 . Do review and comment and also check out my other story "Halekeginia's metal angel " which is a cool crossover between familiar of zero and spiderman , in which Louise summons the ruthless vulture as her familiar . Till then , take care this is Nilanjan signing off!!!!.