Frank Castle.

God has no place here; this isn't about vengeance or justice. This is about punishment. - [Graphic Adult Content | #DevilUnbound | RP | Marvel]

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

War Journal - Torturous Forms

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The War Zone

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||: Uploading re-edited versions of Frank's first two solos, as well as changed his FC. ||

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< busted for selling to a teenager.

'You're next.'

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< night I leave Nikolai's bloodied garage behind me, with my message clearly written for him. Written in the blood of the man I once >

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< I disconnect the mouth guard from my bumper and leave it sitting at his lifeless feet.

Stepping into my car and driving off into the >

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< leave him sitting where he is. Holstering my weapon and using a shop rag to clean the blood from my face before tossing it into my trunk >

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< plumes from the top of his exploded cranium. Blood and brain cling to the ceiling above us as I stand and twist the suppressor off and >

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< him. Quick and simple. The tinkling sound of my shells hitting the floor soon follows as he falls silent and smoke blooms in small >

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< I lean down to meet his gaze, “You don't get to say no to this one.”

“Fushk you, mosher fushker.”

Tap. Tap. The sound of my reply to >

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< as I press the end of the suppressor up against the underside of his chin. With his head hung forward, blood drooling form his mouth he, >

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< the adhesive and mouth guard as blood pours from the many open wounds.

I feel its warmth on my face. His blood drips down my features >

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< more and hear the winch grind for a moment before his teeth are pulled from their home in his gums and into the open air. Embedded into >

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< into the soft tissue of his elbow. It snaps under the strike and I bring the gun back up to his throat as I push the pedal down once >

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< message to him for me?”

He blinks twice. And flails at me again. I block the hit with the butt of my gun, driving it's weight directly >

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< the tether he has to my winch. The end of the barrel lays against his throat, a silent threat of what will happen, “You mind giving a >

[Frank Castle. @IntoMyWarZone]

< useless now after that first burst of adrenaline fueled idiocy. I place the suppressor under his chin and lift his head a bit, straining >

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< fuck up.”

“Is Nikolai vying for power now that there's an opening? Yes or no.”
He blinks once, his bloodied arm hanging beside him, >

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< forward, lips quivering against the mouth guard as it threatens to rip the teeth from his head, “Bad boy. Now you don't have any room to >

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< blood behind him as he tries to flail at me. My foot presses down hard and then all of the slack is gone within seconds, his head pulled >