Spade cocked back the walking stick, prepared to destroy the Kingpin once and for all. He thrust foward...
Fisk closed his eyes...
Nothing.
He opened his eyes and saw Spade drop his melee weapon.
"No. I can't do this." Spade whispered.
"What's the matter, Snypa? Afraid to go through with it?" Fisk taunted.
Then sirens could be heard.
"You hear that, vigilante? They're comin' for you."
"No, Kingpin," Spade corrected. "They're coming for you. I talked to some connections when I got to New York."
"I can get out, and when I do..." Fisk threatened.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." mocked Spade. "You could escape jail time at Ryker's, Fisk, but you'll never escape me."
"That's right. So you know there's no point in this."
"I agree, Fisk," declared the Snypa. "So, why don't we keep all this shit from happening?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying that I told you. I told you that I was gonna prove you're the Kingpin, then I was gonna kill you. Time to make good on that."
Spade reached for a knife from his back pocket when Fisk, a bloody and broken mess, broke free of his bladed binds and knocked Spade back with a clothesline.
"How about I end the existence of the Snypa before that happens?" Kingpin suggested.
"Or how about...not?!"
Spade drew his fifth and sixth knives, dove, and jammed them into Fisk's feet.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
"I meant what I said, Fisk," said Spade. "I was gonna prove you were the Kingpin, then I was gonna kill you."
Spade jabbed his seventh knife into the Fisk's stomach and carved him open. Removing the crime boss' guts, Spade unlatched a belt from around his own waist and put in Fisk's stomach. Then he pulled a basic pipe bomb out and stuffed it in Fisk's mouth.
Fisk was already dying by this time, but the vigilante known as the Snypa wanted to put an exclamation point on this mission...
Minutes later, Spade was out of the Fisk building and detonated what was in the belt. Remote-controlled grenades.
Castle came pulling up around the corner.
"Get in!" he ordered. "There's cops and feds on the way!"
Spade pulled the hood up over his head(part of his outfit and of course he had no mask on) and got inside the black Mustang. The two vigilantes left the scene.
Manhattan, New York 5:00 AM, EST-
Spade was asleep. He woke up in a cemetery, two young boys, a young man, and Diabla standing over him.
"Dad, get up," said the first young boy.
"Come on, Pop."
Then he felt a smack in the back of his head.
"Get your ass up!" screamed Diabla.
Spade stood up. He looked at the faces of who happened to be his fallen loved ones.
"What are you doing here?" Spade asked.
"Damijin, thank you." said the young man.
"Raymond?" asked Spade, confused.
"Thank you, my dear brother-in-law."
"You've made afterlife better for us, Dami," said Diabla. "For that, we're grateful."
The four were slowly fading.
"No, don't go," Spade whispered. "Please, come back!"
"We'll see you again someday, Pop." said the second boy.
"Little Jin, Jason, Diabla, Raymond...I love you guys. Goodbye."
"Bye, Dad!"
"See ya, Dami!"
The four souls of Spade's loved ones disappeared, then he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him...
"Hey," said a deep voice. "Get up."
It was Castle, waking up Spade.
"Some dream you were havin'."
"Hey, Frank..." Spade inquired. "Do you ever dream about your family?"
"Yeah," Castle answered. "Were you dreaming about yours?"
"Yep. You know what else, Frank?"
"What?"
"I think that what we do...we make the souls of the dearly departed rest a little better."
"I agree. Now shut up, the news is on..."
A news reported appeared on the TV.
"Last night, Fisk Industries came under attack. Two FBI agents were found dead just a few feet from the destroyed building. Inside was entrepeneur Wilson Fisk, proven to be the Kingpin by unknown informants. Fisk was found dead in his office, his feet kind of nailed to the floor with combat knives. The body's remains were spread all over by what looked to be an incidenary of some kind. Police claim that it is the work of the Snypa, who was last seen with fellow vigilante Frank Castle, also known as the Punisher in Dark County, Texas. The Snypa is now wanted alive to be brought in for questioning and to serve time for his 5000 murders in a period of four years...
Spade turned off the TV.
"Well, Castle," said Spade. "It's been a pleasure doing another mission with you. Now, I have my own justice to dish out to those who have avoided the reach of society's laws. I gotta go. Thanks."
Castle followed Spade to the door.
"Hey, rookie," said Castle, tossing Spade one of his black trenchcoats. "Take that. You're gonna need it."
Los Angeles, CA. 9:45 PM
Spade was lurking in the shadows of an alley, mounting his motorcycle.
-As long as there's scumbags who think they're above the law, I'm gonna be around to bring them down.
-As long as there are people willing to hurt others, I'm gonna inflict pain upon them.
No criminal shall escape the wrath of...the Snypa.
Okay, people! Cut and print. Beautiful! This was a long ride. I'd like to thank my supporters and fans. Thanks for taking time to read this. The ride's over, find a new Punisher story to read! LOL. Just kiddin'.
The End