𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 , blood spilled , bodies littering the dirt . he worries not for the moment at hand , or of where they will end up tomorrow ---- if someone finds them , they’d assume nothing more than a job gone ugly . the paper would call it the beginnings of a gang war but the truth is ? he doesn’t think it would even get that far considering his next stop is the opposing side . feet carry him over a dead runner , boot prints traced in blood and heavy boots echo through the warehouse when he catches a shadow from the corner of his eye ---- distant , unwavering , a dangerous game to play while the punisher is still in FIGHT MODE ( when he isn’t , nobody knows for sure --- even frank ) ❛ you’ve got about point five seconds to get the hell outta here , kid --- don’t say i didn’t warn you ❜ @laurrakinncy -- starter call !
