so part 2 is here and thanks to all the people who liked the story I wrote i really appreciate it
also @faithm120601 asked to me mentioned so here you go :)
warnings: swearing, mentions of guns, gun violence, mention of drugs, a little angst i guess, implied child death, mentions of human trafficking
PLATONIC WITH A CAPITAL P
“What?” you asked unsure if you even heard what he said properly. ”I'm the reason that building was blown up”. You adjusted yourself so you weren't laying down on the bed. Instead, you were sitting on the edge of the bed across from Frank in the same position. He looked down at the floor in silence. “Frank,” you say cautiously, “I need you to talk to me about what is going on.”
“I’ve been hunting down these pricks for months”, he started. I tracked them down to a building in Brooklyn. Kid these guys, these guys are all kinds of bad. Drug dealers, weapons dealers, Human traffickers, that's the kind of people they are. I was gonna take those maggots down today. That building was supposed to be their place of operations. I go in and there are guards there, I take care of ‘em and move on to the next room.” He goes silent. “Frank,” you say slowly swallowing air. “What was in that room?” “It was this kid” He started, “Poor thing look terrified, and I had no idea why, Until he turned around,” He stopped. “They put a bomb on the kid”. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.
So I go up to the kid and take the bomb off, but when I do, it triggers some kind of count down” You looked at Frank's eyes. He was about to cry. “I threw the bomb away but it still went off, and to make matters worse, When I came too, I couldn't find the kid after”. There was a long pause after that. “Then I realized, those sick fucks knew I was coming, that was a trap. They might still be out there trying to find me, so, now we’re here.” It took you a minute to process what he was saying. Maybe it was because it was late or maybe it was the situation at hand.
You must have zoned out because when you came back to your head, Frank was looking at you. He was inspecting your face, trying to decipher your mood by the way you squinted your eyes or moved your eyebrows. You could tell by his face that he was going nowhere. You got up and sat down next to him. You began to lean your head on his shoulder and stayed there. At first, you sat in silence. You couldn't tell if it was a comfortable silence, but it was a silence nonetheless. You began to speak “Frank, what happened to that kid was not your fault. You did what you thought could work and-” “But it didn't” he cut you off rather harshly, “An innocent child is presumed dead because of me!” he jerked up and you moved your head from his shoulder. He was standing now. “We don’t even know if the kid is dead,” you said. “The paramedics could have found him alive in the rubble, hurt, yes but alive”
“Look” he started again.” We need to lay low until I can devise a plan to take those sons of bitch’s out,” He stopped and looked directly at you. I would send you somewhere else but let's be honest, you’ll be the safest with me”. He said.
You were tired, beyond belief at this point and Frank finally started to pick up on it. “Ok,” he said “We both need sleep,” he said walking over to his bed. You got up and made your way to the bed. You tucked yourself “good night Frank”
It was 12 o’clock in the afternoon and you were still tired. It took a minute for the events of last night, Or was the early morning? To reset themselves into your brain. For a second you thought it was a dream. “Good morning kid” Frank said from the bathroom of the small motel. He was already getting ready for more driving, or at least you assumed as much. “Hey Frank” You said with a small smile creeping on your face. “ I made you a tea, its on your nightstand” You looked over and lo and behold there it was. Frank made you a tea every morning, he did it when you were back home in New York. And I guess being on the run isn’t going to ruin tradition. “I wanna keep driving today so drink your stuff and then, were out.” you nodded and finished your tea and you were on your way.
But plans changed. Frank peaked outside the window and his face shifted. “Fuck” He said under his breath. “Oh my god, what now” you said already expecting the worse. Tightening your bag in your hand “Those son’s of bitch’s from the Brooklyn building are here”
“Kid I need you to listen to me” Frank had walked over to you. “I need you to go hide in the bathroom, If I’m not in there in 15 minutes, you get out of here through the window, you understand”. “What about you” You said frantically “what if those guys hurt you! Frank I’m not leaving you!” You said. “I’m not asking you to do this, I’m telling you” He snarled. “I’m not letting those son’s of bitch’s lay a hand on you, you understand, I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you”. “And I can’t let anything happen to you Frank, your all I have left!”. Frank held your face in his hands, you must have been crying because you felt a drop fall from your eyes onto your cheek. “I know kid, I know” he said “that’s why I’m sorry”. “Sorry” you said with a puzzled expression “Sorry for what?”
He pushed you into the bathroom and locked the door. “Frank!” you screamed. “FRANK LET ME OUT OF HERE!” but it was no use. You heard the door to the motel room open and the sound of multiple foot steps entering the room. Next thing you heard was gunshots, screaming, and a “run!” coming from a voice that sounded a lot like Franks.
“Check the rooms for others, word on the street is he has a child travelling with him” said a voice. “A child?” said another “what the hell would the Punisher keep a child around for?”
You could hear the foot steps get closer and closer to the bathroom door. You jumped on top of the toilet and through the window like Frank said.
You ran around to the other side of the building and saw 5 men. They were all wearing masks of some kind. Two of the men were carrying frank into the back of a black van. The third one said something to the forth one and with that they left.
Those were the plates on the van that took Frank. How the hell were you going to get out of this one?
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hope you enjoy and i will be making a part 3 :)
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