Title: Suicide is Painless, it brings on many changes pt 4 Author: StarWindDancer Pairing: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock, Danny Rand/Colleen Wing, Defenders together! Warnings: Explicit. Major character deaths ahead.
Quick author's note: I did not abandon it. Just got restricted on computer usage and time. Will work on formatting & posting to AO3. Thanks for the feedback.
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“What do you do? What do you do?” Spittle from Castle’s mouth flying in his rage as he yelled through their argument again. “You act like this city is a playground. You beat up the bullies with your fists. You throw them in jail, everyone calls you a damn hero! Then a month, a day, a week later they’re back on the streets doing the same damn thing. Hurting people, eating this city alive!”
“But they have hope, Frank, they have hope.” DD pleaded with the man. “It may take a week or a month or even a couple years but they can turn their lives around. They can watch their kids grow up and think ‘I can be a better man.’ And you take that away from them. You take what that person is, what they can be and you burn it to the ground. Killing isn’t the answer, Frank. It never is!”
“Ahg! It’s like talking to a brick wall! I can’t keep doing this, Red. I can’t keep explaining myself to you!” Castle yells back. Pacing the length of the warehouse. The AK in his hands heavy, as if it was trying to drag him down.
“Then why do you explain it, why do you keep dragging me back here? What do I need to see? To understand?” DD asks. He reaches out, trying to still the agitated vigilante.
“You need to know why they,” gesturing to the frozen wall of mobsters. A veritable arcade of Mexican Standoff. “They need to die.”
“No, they don’t. If you think I’m going to just stand by while you kill them. I can’t,” DD says then stands in front of Castle, moving the gun nozzle over his heart, holding it there. “If anyone dies here, I’m going to be the first.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Castle says. The shooting begins.
Its absolute carnage until it isn’t. The ringing in his ears from the ricochet of bullets and guns and casings and dying screams. There is the pain and pressure of his injuries, the sharp tang of different metals in the air. He remembers this, remembers how it was in war. After the firefight. Waiting in the dead silence for a medic, for evac.
Castle watches over the carnage. Watches over the dead bodies. A broken doll left behind to rot in this cesspool. He’d pulled DD’s body into his lap, watching over the broken thing.
Watching in the silence.
Until his eyes are no longer able to watch.
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“I’m coming for you, Frank,” but Murdock’s voice is pleading, soothing. “I just need you to hold on.”
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By the time Cage & Rand get to her place, the pain from his bruised ribs aren’t enough to keep Murdock focused. She’d stuffed him in her bedroom, having it out with her mattress against the wall. He kept banging into stuff, yelling at Castle to stop.
But she had her clues. Online police reports, tweets, facebook posts, and shoddy video placed The Punisher against a biker gang last night.
They had just upgraded themselves from petty thievery, smuggling, and a protection racket to rumors that they were getting into the sex trade. Such things as human trafficking, under-aged porn, and strawberry wives. Alone, any of that would get the gang on either her or the Punisher’s shit list. Altogether, it made it on Castle’s “take care of it now” list. She didn’t begrudge the man his vendetta one little bit. After having been a strawberry wife to Kilgrave, though thru mind manipulation rather than drugs, she had no sympathy with what the biker gang had coming to them.
But it looked like the marine had bit off more than he could chew. The last reports of a 'gun toting maniac with a scull' had him running off from the scene of the crime. Away from the biker’s HQ. And there was no chatter of them having offed the Punisher. If the gang had accomplished that, there would be partying in their street. The body crucified for all to show their might.
Instead, it just seemed that the bike shop & bar was closed for the day. Holed up and licking their wounds.
Well, they were about to get more wounds.
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Frank Castle screamed and screamed. It just wasn’t fair! Holding DD’s broken body, feeling the breath rattle in the vigilante hero’s lungs. He could only hold the man to him in these last moment. Give him only a little bit of comfort before death.
The opening of the crusher far above him, only a speck of the night sky and its anemic NY scene of stars. It was cold at the bottom. Cold and hard and it hurt too much. The death rattle from Red too loud in the silence.
Until there was no more silence.
With a whir and a clicking, the crusher started to compress. It was loud and echoing as the junk around them started to crunch under the weight. It was getting harder to breath down there, curing his body around the wiry, dying man in his arms.
But he could imagine nothing else he could do, nothing else to say. They would die together here, in the dark, in the crushing weight of the world’s trash. Much like they’d done in life. Two Atlases holding their corner of the world.
An angel and a demon, reaching across the void before the darkness takes them all. *** **** ***
Fill: Suicide is Painless, It brings on many changes (4/?)
Author: StarWindDancer
Pairing: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock, Danny Rand/Colleen Wing, Defenders together!
Warnings: Explicit. Major character deaths ahead.
Quick author's note: I did not abandon it. Just got restricted on computer usage and time. Will work on formatting & posting to AO3. Thanks for the feedback.
*** **** ***
“What do you do? What do you do?” Spittle from Castle’s mouth flying in his rage as he yelled through their argument again. “You act like this city is a playground. You beat up the bullies with your fists. You throw them in jail, everyone calls you a damn hero! Then a month, a day, a week later they’re back on the streets doing the same damn thing. Hurting people, eating this city alive!”
“But they have hope, Frank, they have hope.” DD pleaded with the man. “It may take a week or a month or even a couple years but they can turn their lives around. They can watch their kids grow up and think ‘I can be a better man.’ And you take that away from them. You take what that person is, what they can be and you burn it to the ground. Killing isn’t the answer, Frank. It never is!”
“Ahg! It’s like talking to a brick wall! I can’t keep doing this, Red. I can’t keep explaining myself to you!” Castle yells back. Pacing the length of the warehouse. The AK in his hands heavy, as if it was trying to drag him down.
“Then why do you explain it, why do you keep dragging me back here? What do I need to see? To understand?” DD asks. He reaches out, trying to still the agitated vigilante.
“You need to know why they,” gesturing to the frozen wall of mobsters. A veritable arcade of Mexican Standoff. “They need to die.”
“No, they don’t. If you think I’m going to just stand by while you kill them. I can’t,” DD says then stands in front of Castle, moving the gun nozzle over his heart, holding it there. “If anyone dies here, I’m going to be the first.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Castle says. The shooting begins.
Its absolute carnage until it isn’t. The ringing in his ears from the ricochet of bullets and guns and casings and dying screams. There is the pain and pressure of his injuries, the sharp tang of different metals in the air. He remembers this, remembers how it was in war. After the firefight. Waiting in the dead silence for a medic, for evac.
Castle watches over the carnage. Watches over the dead bodies. A broken doll left behind to rot in this cesspool. He’d pulled DD’s body into his lap, watching over the broken thing.
Watching in the silence.
Until his eyes are no longer able to watch.
*** **** ***
“I’m coming for you, Frank,” but Murdock’s voice is pleading, soothing. “I just need you to hold on.”
*** **** ***
By the time Cage & Rand get to her place, the pain from his bruised ribs aren’t enough to keep Murdock focused. She’d stuffed him in her bedroom, having it out with her mattress against the wall. He kept banging into stuff, yelling at Castle to stop.
But she had her clues. Online police reports, tweets, facebook posts, and shoddy video placed The Punisher against a biker gang last night.
They had just upgraded themselves from petty thievery, smuggling, and a protection racket to rumors that they were getting into the sex trade. Such things as human trafficking, under-aged porn, and strawberry wives. Alone, any of that would get the gang on either her or the Punisher’s shit list. Altogether, it made it on Castle’s “take care of it now” list. She didn’t begrudge the man his vendetta one little bit. After having been a strawberry wife to Kilgrave, though thru mind manipulation rather than drugs, she had no sympathy with what the biker gang had coming to them.
But it looked like the marine had bit off more than he could chew. The last reports of a 'gun toting maniac with a scull' had him running off from the scene of the crime. Away from the biker’s HQ. And there was no chatter of them having offed the Punisher. If the gang had accomplished that, there would be partying in their street. The body crucified for all to show their might.
Instead, it just seemed that the bike shop & bar was closed for the day. Holed up and licking their wounds.
Well, they were about to get more wounds.
*** **** ***
Frank Castle screamed and screamed. It just wasn’t fair! Holding DD’s broken body, feeling the breath rattle in the vigilante hero’s lungs. He could only hold the man to him in these last moment. Give him only a little bit of comfort before death.
The opening of the crusher far above him, only a speck of the night sky and its anemic NY scene of stars. It was cold at the bottom. Cold and hard and it hurt too much. The death rattle from Red too loud in the silence.
Until there was no more silence.
With a whir and a clicking, the crusher started to compress. It was loud and echoing as the junk around them started to crunch under the weight. It was getting harder to breath down there, curing his body around the wiry, dying man in his arms.
But he could imagine nothing else he could do, nothing else to say. They would die together here, in the dark, in the crushing weight of the world’s trash. Much like they’d done in life. Two Atlases holding their corner of the world.
An angel and a demon, reaching across the void before the darkness takes them all.
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