Chapter 2
Does the Punisher have a name? Megara asked cocking her head to one side in a typically canine manner and looking at the woman before her curiously. She was beautiful, no doubt and those eyes just added to her beauty. Pure silver…
Yes, just like your eyes are pure gold, Megara blushed as the Voice said this, not knowing she had let that thought slip through their link. As for her name, I’m sure she had one at some point but it’s not one she can recall.
Enough stalling, the Punisher said rather abruptly, not wanting the Voice to reveal any more of her past, what exactly do you want from us? I’m not going mad, so you don’t need to do away with me and get someone new. So why the little get together?
Well, I’m glad you brought up the whole going mad thing, the Voice said, its discomfort obvious in its tone. The previous Punisher was, as you said, done away with… but it seems the demons managed to claim his soul, attach it to a human male and have revived him. I no longer have the power to… deal… with it, so you two will have to locate it and destroy it.
How the hell do you propose we do that? the Punisher asked in bewilderment.
Megara was slightly shocked at the first display of emotion from the other woman but kept silent, thinking of ways to solve the newest problem in her life.
I’ll leave that up to you two to solve, don’t worry about the smaller demons which will need to be seen to, I’ve assigned others to that, the Voice said, but for now I must go see to other problems, I will check in on you to see how you are progressing.
Then it was gone.
“That little bitch!” Megara growled out loud, shoving her hand through her hair, a frustrated habit of hers.
She looked up at the Punisher and asked, “So, what do you propose we do now?”
The Punisher was once again shocked at the dirty thoughts that ran through her head as she looked at the other woman.
I don’t speak aloud, she said through her mind link, haven’t for years and I won’t start now. With that she turned and walked down one of the many tunnels leading away from the room.
Megara growled in frustration but the sound was caught in a gasp as she finally took in her surroundings. The sketches were shocking yet beautiful.
All around her were the images of crazed humans, demons and hell fire. There were a couple though that seemed out of place; a beautiful young girl and an older woman which both held an undeniable resemblance to the Punisher.
Put that down, a voice growled dangerously in her mind, shocked Megara looked up into flashing silver eyes which held a mixture of hatred and a sadness so deep it almost made her want to cry.
Laying the picture gently aside she asked, “Were they your family?”
A nod was all the response she got; frustration once again mounting a growl filled the room. Suddenly her anger was gone as she stared at her stomach, the culprit of the loud noise. A snort of laughter came from across the room and she looked up at the other woman, still in shock.
“I’m so sorry, that doesn’t happen often, I swear!” she said, cheeks burning in embarrassment.
A slight smile cracked the Punisher’s face, but as suddenly as it was there, it was gone. Follow me, I’ll show you where the kitchen in, don’t want you passing out because then I’d have to actually care for you.
