A message from the author:
Hey everyone just finished re-writing an old Punisher fan fic I wrote about 3 years ago. I hope you guys enjoy it, it was an idea my brother gave to me and I found it so unique that I just had to see what I could do with it. This puts me in the mood to write a Punisher Feature Film Script, and I guess I want to know whether or not you guys approve.
So this will be my test in a novel-like short story about The Punisher having a near death experience (Although this would be pretty cool to see executed well in a Punisher Film.) So please I beg of you leave a comment full of constructive criticism and let me know if you think I would/could be a decent writer to Write a Punisher Film. Your opinion is greatly appreciated. I hope you all enjoy the Fan Fic.
THE PUNISHER: ONE WAY TO LIVE by Robert Garlen/TheGoddamnSuperman
Queen’s harbor was a ratty old shit hole that was thought to be abandoned in the 1930's. Rotten decks, broken boards that covered the floors seemed like wallpaper over the mountains of half a century old broken beer and whiskey bottles. When I heard that Nicky "White" Rice had used the location to make cocaine I checked it out myself.
The slippery shit had been right under my nose and I was too preoccupied to see it. As I entered the dock yard I was ambushed. Seven men came up from an old shipping boat called "S.S. Citizen." They arranged themselves from left to right on the boat and opened fire with a shit load of uzi's.
I leaped behind a shipping crate. Waited for them to reload, it only took a few seconds. I raised my M16, modified with a grenade launcher, and fired back. I caught two in the brain and ducked back. Bullets ripped through the crates, one clipped in the shoulder. Adrenaline was too high to let the bullet even bug me.
I checked my equipment on site. Three frags, two smoke, a flash, three clips, and two desert eagles both with an extra mag.
I had more in a duffel bag inside the battle van but it was too far to get to. In any case I was still well armed, but pinned down. I heard them shouting to each other. They had a plan.
"We got him right where we want him." Said the leader, he was a tall man with a pony tail.
He moved just barely, but right into my sights. I took a shot, his head was gone, his blood over everyone, his brains washed over the boat. They freaked, screams rose. I moved quickly, they panicked.
Blood splattered all over the boat as each round pierced their skulls and chests. It was cold, calculated, that's what I needed to be. It took less than a minute to kill every last one of them.
Climbing onto the boat was hell. I needed to check it out and get my heart to stop racing. Adrenaline pumping through causes sloppy judgment. I couldn't afford that, then or now.
I checked the cabins, moved discretely. It was hard to get my heart to settle, I kept the M16 at my chest.
I found the time to lay a brick of C-4 under a cabin floor. It wasn't easy, positioning so even if it wouldn't kill everyone aboard it would still sink the boat and cause these soulless bastards to drown. As soon as I was down I clicked the button a good attention getter if they’re buzz saw sounding music wasn’t blasted loud enough to deafen someone.
I gave a paced walk when I moved to the front door of the main building. I slid a spec-ops cable under the door i activated a hand camera and watched, memorized the line ups. It was there for five minutes before I removed it. I had a good idea how many were in there.
I took in a deep breath and grabbed the door. It was locked from the inside. I grabbed lock picks and began tinkering at it. It took a few seconds until I heard a very low click. I slowly opened the door.
I entered, no one had notices. I pulled a grenade and put it in the M16. I aimed and launched it. It shot out in a perfect shot hitting the top office. The minute it cracked the glass, I had taken cover. No one saw where it came from, just the after math.
The Office was gone, glass shards rained like cats and dogs and I was ready. I
moved in taking on two from the left swinging the M16 to the right, I switched it out for one of my desert eagles. I blasted each chest my eyes lied on, and repeated with their skulls.
Taking no chances I moved in, one man, large, bald, and covered in tattoos swiped my cheek with a knife. The shock caused me to drop my eagle and move straight into full frontal contact. I ducted under a swipe and pulled a knife, while we wrestled against each other, guns went off. We traded swipes each one nastier then the last. Finally I duct down and sent the knife through his boot and uppercut him hard enough to dislocate his jaw.
I pulled my reserve eagle and plugged him twice. I always aimed for the chest and skull, just as I was taught. I rolled out of the mist of gunfire and recovered my first desert eagle. Each gunshot made a loud crack. I moved for cover. Then the big cheese made his presence well known.
"Castle! You dirty son of a bitch!" Nick "White" Rice opened with. A drug dealer with showmanship, who would've figured?
"So you found out about my little operation here huh?" He continued as he stepped into the light shining his five hundred dollar suit.
He laughed. Each step he took was loud.
"So what do you think? Got a coke operation runnin' through here? Over there I got some meth cooking over there!" He pointed to the right, I dared a look and saw a bunch of morons operating.
It was hard not to run out and start shooting, but the time called for strategy, not blind faith. I waited, let ideas run through me. I grabbed a flashbang and tossed it. My eyes clamped shut before it went off. I opened them to see his crew running blind. I took as many shots as I could squeeze.
Blood squirted out, five went down fast. They regained their site just as quick. I took cover and they opened fire.
Somehow god granted that sniveling little bastard an extension that I wasn't going to let pass.
"Ha! Haha! Can you believe that shit, He missed me, the [frick]in' Punisher missed me!" Nicky taunted, which pissed me off.
So I made a move that gave my soul a shit eating grin. In a quick flash I moved aimed and shot the chain of a hanging light. It crashed right on top of his head.
His goons freaked they didn't even see the frag I dropped in. It cracked like thunder and lightning from hell and tore up most of the room. I kept my moves afterwards clean and quick. I didn't see the peckerwood that clipped me in the back till I turned and shot him straight in the face.
What I didn't notice is the last two dumbshits that shot me in the chest. Both their rounds hit the kevlar just right to shove in a pre-existing round into my chest. I went down hard and fast.
Everything became a blur as my eyes began shutting rapidly. Never figured it would end like this, but in this line of work how the hell else could it end?
That's before I saw the brightest damn light my eyes could stand. Then I heard a voice that I haven't heard since the worst day of my life...
"Frank! Frank honey, are you alright?" Maria said.
Maria she was my wife, she was so beautiful, perfect blond hair and bright blue eyes. I've always missed her. I watched her as she walked over to me and kissed me.
She stared into my eyes and gave me a kiss. Then the real shocker hit, my son Francis and my Daughter Lisa.
"Daddy, can I have a piggy back ride?" My daughter asked, I looked into her eyes and mine began to swell with tears.
I couldn't help but smile and respond.
"Sure sweety." I picked her up and began running. I heard the sound of her laughter.
I didn't know what had happened at the time. I didn't know if this was a second chance or peace for the world of shit I went through. I didn't care it was my family. It was what I wanted most in the world.
I heard noises distant and knew what it was without thinking. I sat Lisa down and tell her
"Listen sweety, go to mommy and get to the car right now!" I stressed to her. She started slowly and my fear grew.
"Lisa hurry! I said 'right now!'" I raised my voice and she started off quickly. Somehow she could tell I wasn't mad but afraid.
I saw Francis throwing a Frisbee, I leaped for it but fell short, I watched it with a crushing blow land. Francis running to it, I grabbed for him and ran after him.
"Francis NO!" I yelled. It was too late.
He grabbed for the Frisbee and screamed at what he saw. I remember the image so well. The look of terror when he went down, I caught him and felt him go limp. I put my hand to the back of his head and felt something disturbing.
I pulled my hands away and in them were pieces of his brain. My eyes were as wide as before. I stood up and saw the same men who gunned my family down. Last time I ran. This time I didn't. I yelled back at Maria
"RUN! MARIA RUN!" My lugs blistered as I screamed. She did as I told but it was too late.
The men opened fire and I had to run at them I tackled one to the ground and began punching him. I was dragged off and plugged twice in the stomach. They tossed me down like a dirty rag and I could barely move.
They ran for my family and the words echoed from the past.
"What do you think Bruno? What should we do?" The tall well groomed on asked.
"Waste 'em we ain't leavin' witnesses alive!" Bruno a short bald one answered and forced myself up.
I stomped with rage and lunged at Bruno only to get my ass handed to me again. Maria and Lisa with tears in their eyes ran as fast as they could. If they could make it to the car I knew they'd be safe. I was hit with the back of a shotgun barrel and beaten. They held me up and made me watch as they gunned my wife and daughter down.
Looking into her eyes I saw the same look of fear and unknowing as I did the first time. Blood ran with her tears as she looked at me for help.
"Daddy..." Were her last words, she dropped quickly after speaking them. My eyes filled with water as I watched her go pale.
Maria went pale and was crawling to Lisa covered in bullet wounds. They laughed and let me crawl to my family. I was close to her as Bruno walked over...
I see the floor of the harbor clearing before I was shot back into hell.
Maria looked to me for safety. Blood fell out of her mouth and Bruno stood over her.
"NO! NOOOOO!" I screamed as loud as my lungs could stand, I begged God for help.
The Gun shot tore her skull in half and I was crying as I looked up to see a barrel straight at my chest. The shot cracked against my chest...
Like a defibrillator the gunshot cracks and I remember where I am. The cold dock floor rubbed against my face and the two wise guys celebrating a sloppy job. I felt nothing but anger.
The rage was bad enough to send me up. I wasn't in the mood to be quiet.
"My family... Was right there." I spitted out like a dog with rabies. They turned and took shots.
All but one hit the kevlar and my right arm caught it for the second time that night.
I stomped to them and grabbed on by his skull and snapped the neck in a clean and quick snap. The other one dropped his gun. He stared at me as he backed up and I was taking my time moving to him.
I knew what was going to happen. I knew that I was going to take out all my rage on him. And as I squeezed his throat blood popped in my face like a pimple. I never have remembered what I did or said to him while I did it. All I remembered from that was his screams echoing through the docks. They echoed just as mine and I knew this was a decision that can never be changed.
No matter whether or not I would get a do-over I knew the outcome would always be the same. So I enjoyed it. I enjoyed every last second of his agony and I knew that in the end this is just one way to live, and for me it was the only way to live.
The End.