@crookedrun --- for frank castle.
it felt as though it had been happening everywhere. whoever this person was, their aura was strong. their emotions were intense and absolutely wild, often times making rachel feel sick to her stomach. it was from feeling like the coldest of winters to the most intense of wars within seconds, nothing like she’d ever encountered before. sure, she’d encountered some intense emotions before, it was new york, after all... but nothing had quite the effect like this one had. originally, she thought it may have been the emotions of a group. soon enough she realised it was just one. she’d figured it out when she went back to the “hotspots” day in and day out. at first it was casual, just an extra added block onto her morning walk, but soon it turned into going out of her way. taking a four-block detour to the corner store, things like that. it was almost as if it was addictive. this bizarre mixture of pain and misery, the way it went thump in rachel’s stomach... she couldn’t shake it.
at first, she thought it was the energy of someone dead, long past their expiry date and well into the afterlife. but it wasn’t right. the feelings still felt too strong, different to the ones of the dead she had gotten so used to when working with the police. whoever these emotions belonged to, they’d been through it. but who hadn’t been through it these days? going through it these days seemed to be nothing short of a vital part of life. rachel had well and truly had her been through it moment.
after the first few months, she was about to give up. force herself to not go to those places and just keep on with her life. not once had she come across anyone that was a match, she was starting to feel like some sort of fucked up prince charming looking for an even more fucked up cinderella. but then it happened. on a day not unlike any other, the weather was normal, people were normal... but that had to be him. she could feel the energy damn near pulsating off of him. she kept her distance at first, hood over her head and hands in her pockets. it was him. she was positive of it now. before she knew it, rachel had drifted dangerously close and was nothing but a meter or two away. it was now or never. she needed to meet the body behind this tortured soul. figure out what kinda shit had gone down. shit, shit.
“sir! --- uh sir...” this was always the awkward part. but fuck, she couldn’t stop now. she was so close, she felt cold. she felt sick. she was so close. “you know how to get to the subway from here?”
