Come on, if I owned the Punisher- then I'd try to own all of Marvel-fucking-Comics characters. Well, the ones that I know of anyway. And I would come up with cool storylines that would intertwine these characters. So on and so forth. Sadly, I don't.
Author's Note: While people are waiting for an update for Invasion, I'll give you a little something to keep you on your toes. Basically, this fic is going to be based off of the Glen Ridge rape.
Leaves blew as the cold air forced the Punisher to tighten the black trenchcoat he donned. It was a cool October day in the borough of Hightstown, New Jersey. He was walking through a suburban neighborhood, combat boots crunching brown leaves as he passed parents walking with their children to school. Frank Castle was reflecting on a conversation he had with an 8-year-old boy earlier in the week that walked up to him:
Castle was sitting in the park on a bench, reminiscing on days when he would pick Will up from kindergarten. Castle had just gotten out of the Marine Corps and married Maria, a few years before he joined the FBI. He remembered taking a five-year-old Will to a park to swing, slide, the usual things that kids his age did. Maria had just finished her getting her doctorate in psychology and they had been living in a medium sized house in a neighborhood similar to the one Frank was walking through.
"Mr. Punisher?"
Frank was snapped back into reality when he heard a small voice call to him. It was a young boy, who kind of reminded him of Will when he was that age.
"Mr. Punisher, can you help my dad?" asked the child.
"Shouldn't you be with your daddy?" asked Castle.
"Yessir, Mr. Punisher, but he's crying," said the child. "I think those bad boys who hurt my sister are making him cry."
Castle's eyes narrowed.
"What's your name?" Castle asked.
"Trevor."
Castle: "Trevor, first tell me how you knew who I was."
Trevor: "That skull thingy on your shirt. It reminds me of the one that's on my pajamas. And my daddy says you make the bad people go away, Mr. Punisher. Are you a policeman?"
Frank didn't know how to answer that. He was what the law was incapable of being: justice.
Castle: "Sort of. I make the bad people go away to protect the good boys like you. Now, Trevor, can you tell me about these bad boys?"
Trevor: "They play baseball at my sister's school."
Castle: "How old is your sister?"
Trevor: "16."
Castle: "What else can you tell me about them?"
Trevor: "They're mean. They called my mom a bad word and they spat on my sister."
Castle shook his head.
Castle: "Trevor, you've been a big help. I'll go find these bad boys and I'll help you make them disappear. They'll never hurt your sister again."
Trevor wrapped his small arms around Castle's neck.
"Thank you, Mr. Punisher!"
"Trevor!"
Trevor turned around to see a tall, brown-haired man walking toward him. Must've been the boy's father. He watched as the man scooped the child up.
"What did I tell you about talking to strangers?" the man scolded.
"Dad, that's Mr. Punisher. He's gonna help us!"
That man looked over at Castle, who was standing up now and turning to walk away.
"Mr. Castle!" the man choked out.
Frank turned around as the father walked up to him.
"Please...don't make this worse...this isn't any of your business..."
Castle said nothing as he turned to walk away...
And here Castle was, walking down the street. He did an online search for "rape in Hightstown." Over a million results came back. National media had managed to cover this. There had been a trial. There had been seven of them: they managed to coerce the girl, who was mentally challenged, into coming into the basement of one of the suspects' home for a party. There, the crime had taken place: the victim, Lacee West, had been raped and sexually assaulted with a lubricated golf club.
Prosecuting attorneys interviewed the girl numerous times: they came to realize that she didn't understand what had happened to her, and there was no logical way that she could've known that she could've said no. Eventually, a jury found the seven boys guilty. However, they remained free on bond. In a sense, it could be years before they spend any time behind bars. Castle was also shocked at the reaction of the town, some of the parents of the rapists who painted the girl as a whore and insisted that she had asked for it.
As he walked down the street, the mental metamorphosis began. Frank Castle was giving in to the Punisher, who was the holder of all of Frank's darker emotions...
The first of the seven targets would be Samuel Wright, 18. The Punisher looked at his picture with disgust: a brown, short-haired white kid with green eyes and a smile that'd be perfect for the cover of any magazine. Then again, these guys were upper middle class and spoiled brat jocks.
Castle heard that this guy liked to lounge in front of the liquor store with two of his buddies, harassing the only female clerk on the job when she was alone. Samuel was a guy that didn't take no for an answer. He would be found there buying cigarettes and trying to persuade the clerk to give him alcohol. Mr. Wright would soon be learning about the effects of what happened when one threw a lit smoke on top of a puddle of Wild Turkey...
Castle had managed to make it to the store. He kept his head down and his eyes lowered as he walked into the liquor store and walked up to the counter. He pulled out an ID after asking for a bottle of Wild Turkey. He nodded a thanks as he walked out of the store, where two teenage boys were waiting on either side of the door and one was in front of it, blocking Castle's way.
"Hey, dude," said the teen in front. "Mind sharing? We're trying to get prepared for a party tonight..."
Castle recognized him at once as the first suspect but didn't say anything.
"Sorry, the law'd be all over me..."
"I don't think you're getting the point, bro," said the guy on the left, piercings adorning his face, as he and his friend brandished switchblades.
"We're not asking..."
"Just like you didn't ask Lacee West?"
"How the fuck do you-"
And Castle's trenchcoat opened at once, revealing his calling card.
"Oh, shit! Not you!" yelled the subject, confirmed as Samuel.
And Castle instantly drew his signature twin .45 Colt M1911s with safeties off. The wrath of heaven had struck upon the skulls of the cronies. It was like two blood-filled balloons had been popped...
Samuel instantly made a run for it, only to be stopped as he felt his left leg disintegrate in a shower of gore before falling to the ground. The Punisher eventually walked up to the teen, who was scared out of his mind.
What the hell did he do to deserve this? All he did was convince some bitch with Down syndrome to let him get into her panties. Samuel wasn't the kind to turn down any pussy, even if it was retard pussy. This bitch had ruined not only his life, but the lives of his friends. It was an innocent party. He didn't do anything except lick her pussy. It was Wade who put the golf club in her, not him. So why did he end up in court? He tried to stop the party after he had eaten the girl out, but it wasn't enough for the guys...Samuel wasn't going to suffer for them.
"Please...I didn't do anything! Don't kill me, please!" Samuel shrieked, as he felt the tears come down.
Frank cocked the pistol, pointing it at Samuel.
"You were there. You took part in the act. You did nothing to stop this girl's pain, so that makes you just as guilty." Frank said coldly. "The devil's waiting. Don't be late..."
Three muzzles flashes later, eighteen year old Samuel Wright- the captain of the baseball team and New Jersey's All-State first baseman, received his sentence for his participation in the rape of sixteen year old Lacee West: Punishment.