#ladiesofhellskitchen

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@ladiesofhellskitchen Continued from X

He furrowed his eyebrows. He knew he was better than the men he put down. but to have someone say he was no worse than the other guys fighting crimes was different for him. He’d never really compared himself to them, being that he made sure his enemies stayed down. He didn’t have the hope of people changing like Daredevil or the others seemed to cling to. He nodded lightly at her comment, and took in the battle wound she’d patched up. “You’re getting good at that.” He commented. 

He noted her smile as well, which put a slightly bigger grin on his face, though he tried to cover it with conversation. “More assholes who worked for the mob.” He answered honestly, his smile all but gone thinking of them, and how many more of them were left. “You ever think of getting out of this... hell hole?” Frank asked her, looking up at her from his seat. 

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❣ (LadiesOfHellsKitchen) (From Karen)

#8. a dying kiss. 

He’d done his job, he’d protected her, taking the bullet that was meant for her, and taking the assailant out on his way to the ground. The other men running off scared, because no one ever thought the punisher would fall. He always got back up. His body hit the ground, and Karen had rushed to his side, holding him in her lap, begging. She was pleading with him to stay, this couldn’t be it, it couldn’t be the end. “Karen,” He breathed out, a hand reaching up to brush away her tears. 

He could feel it, his body was going numb, and the blood was pooling in his shirt. His armor had been pierced, pieces of it in his skin, but it didn’t hurt. Nothing did. He pulled her down to him, and gave her a long kiss on her forehead. “I’m okay.” He promised, his voice breaking. Man, he didn’t want to leave her. He didn’t want to cause her this pain. He knew this pain too damn well, and he hated that he was going to leave her here. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” He was whispering, trying to tell her everything. “You made me human again.” He choked a bit, blood in his mouth; he could taste the iron. His thumb was still on her cheek, his hand felt like it was supporting her head, keeping her upright. She was still crying and begging through broken whimpers. 

It was breaking his heart, but he couldn’t hold on, not this time. “I love you.” He spoke, his eyebrows furrowing as the words came out. “I love you, Karen.” He breathed ragged breaths. “You gave me that. I’m at peace now. You can let me go, it’s okay.” His last words, barely a whisper. He just hoped shed heard him.

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@ladiesofhellskitchen X continued.

He sighed when she spoke; though he supposed she was right. The only difference was that his opponents stayed down when he was through with them. That’s why people thought he was a monster; for doing to them what those men had done to so many innocents. He honestly didn’t understand it. He looked at his exposed arm, where a knife had sliced him. It hadn’t been too bad, and now that he was patched up, the bleeding had all but stopped. “Thanks.” He quipped, pulling his jacket back on.

“Dog fighting ring.” He stated, his voice a little raspy when he thought about it again. He’d saved most of the dogs, with one exception. It had been too late for her, and he’d gone ballistic on the men inside the building. “So, uh if you want a dog.. I have a few over at my place now.” He almost joked. He’d probably end up posting flyers or an add somewhere after he made sure the dogs were alright. Taking them to the pound was a death sentence, and he couldn’t do that. 

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@ladiesofhellskitchen X continued.

In his former life, the one he lived with his family, the one before shit hit the fan and his world was dumped upside down, he would have never touched the stuff. But it got too overwhelming, and when drinking didn’t numb the pain, or fill the emptiness he felt, he turned to something stronger. He did that until he ended up here, putting a needle in his arm, and going unconscious for hours, if not days. He’d done too much this last time, but he didn’t care.

He’d laid in his bed, slowly going in and out of consciousness as hours went by. His dreamy sluggish slumber was being interrupted by a familiar voice, familiar hands. “No-” He slurred, he lifted his hands to push hers off his face, but for the first time, he was weak. His push barely did anything to her delicate hands.

“Just let me die..” His voice was raspy, and his eyes had yet to open. It didn’t feel real, it wasn’t real. She hadn’t found him like this, he couldn’t have allowed that to happen. He hadn’t even realized that he’d spoken his thoughts instead of thinking them.