Current Main Muse: Frank Castle

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A light huff; a nearly silent laugh escapes from between his lips as his head hangs down; lowered to focus on the ground in front of him, as he lets that sink in. Dark cement coated the bars floor, and warm red neon shone against the sheen of the bar. the sound that escapes him is no indication of how he truly feels- no humor was found in the things she’d said; just a stark recognition of shared feelings. the LOSS of those connections; the loss of family. to say they’d both lost their families was heartbreaking, and true. “You haven’t lost everything.” he commented, his hands resting comfortably against the cool glass that held his beer. his finger trailed up the side, leaving a path from the disruption of the water that coated it. forgiveness wasn’t at the bottom of the glass, but maybe a moment of peace was. he finished his beer- another on it’s way as the bartender and him made an exchange. “You really think you’ve lost everything?” his lips press together, and he shifts his weight and position. “You got this job- A partner-” he paused, his shoulder bumping into hers playfully, but also as a reminder that he was really here. “Might not be the best company around, but it’s a start.” 

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there’s a stinging twist of guilt in his gut as he drove to the sheriffs office- a darkened sky not yet woken from her slumber. he’d brought her here- he hadn’t thought about what the local talent might have to offer; it was a different world to him. he smoked occasionally, to help with the shakes, and racing thoughts- but that was stuff from Margaret’s own stash- given to him within his first week here (though he’d been too hard headed to try it until she promised him it would help him sleep) from there he’d picked it up- not proud of his need for the crutch, but desperate enough to lean on it. it was something he kept private about, not wanting people to know how much he was still hurting. he’d suspected she’d had some kind of substance use; there were days when she wouldn’t leave her room. her appetite was sporadic. he let her be, for a while. there was an understanding in him, that sometimes people needed something to take it away. he’d thought she would ease up in time, but that had yet to happen. 

seeing her on the bench inside of the local sheriffs office at 3 am- not that the call had woke him -set a fire in his stomach. it was the downwind of a spiral, and a place he’d been many times before- always doing something incredibly dangerous as if he was still holding out hope that his time was up. the sight is concerning to say the least, and Frank had never been one who was good at expressing his worries gently. she’d been picked up on the side of the main road in town (a strip mall, one fast food joint, the laundrymat & a string of bars and local businesses lined the sides of the street that always died around eleven p.m. in their little world.) it wasn’t a dangerous place- most of the time. people still went missing, & bad things still happened- Frank was the type to play out those bad things in his head on repeat, blaming himself if anything was to go wrong. 

“ this one yours? ” the sheriff questioned as Frank got to where he was standing.

he looked at her, his lips pursing together before he glanced back at him. “ yeah. I’ll get her home- Thanks John. “ Frank shakes his hand, & his free hand is placed on his shoulder as he walks by, nodding at him. one good thing about small towns - everyone was always helping everyone out. the bad thing, was that everyone knew everything that happened. this, at least could be contained between the two of them. John understood Franks preference for privacy- & he could assume that extended to those in his life as well. “come on-” he spoke simply nodding to the door after he approached her. his hands hung by his side as his face stayed a stone until they got outside. 

“ what the hell were you thinking? “ 

              the question came out abruptly.               underage drinking- she was lucky the town was as close knit               as it was, and a conversation on the phone with the sheriff got               her released before any processing was finalized. he wasn’t               sure if she’d care about word of mouth here, or               if she even wanted to be here at all- he figured she did’t. 

“ he said he found you wandering down the side of the street halfway out of your mind-” drunk. & alcohol hadn’t been the only thing running through her veins. suspicions had been confirmed, but in the moment he was more concerned about making sure she didn’t pull a stunt like this again. “look- you got some shit going on- i know that.“ he breathed in, leaning towards her slightly unbreaking his eye contact.  “but you can’t pull this kind of shit. - your phone was off; you never came home- I thought-” he looked away, clenching his jaw. he wouldn’t of been surprised to find that she’d run away. not being surprised by it, would not mean it wouldn’t of stung like hell, and that wasn’t the only outcome he’d pictured. he felt a certain level of responsibility for her, to help her at least- to show her life could be good even after it had been so rotten. “you’re lucky the sheriff owed me. get in the truck.”

    “Honestly not really sure something seems off on his testimony it’s why I wanted us to go meet up with them , see if asking more questions could give us more details he was in a position where he could see what happened yet says that he did not saw much, I do have a theory that he was either threatened not to talk or they paid him. And coffee is on me “.

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“Trust your gut, Gilbert.” It was entirely possible the witness had been paid off- or depending on what else was really going on here; threatened into secrecy. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. If you think something’s up with him, something is probably up.” 

don't  have  sex,  don't  have  sex,  don't  have  sex  !!

the  insistent  words  of  her  mother's  words  echo  in  her  ear  as  she  tries  to  tune  them  out  and  focus  on  how  billy  makes  her  feel,  not  too  vulnerable  right  now,  her  body  responds  to  him,  his  hungry  eyes  making  her  flush  as  she  leans  back  and  nods  slowly, blue  eyes  not  leaving  his  as  she  takes  a  deep  breath  in  as  his  soft  lips  press  to  her  thigh,  her  heart  threatening  to  burst  from  her  chest  at  such  a  simple   touch;   not  realizing  how  touch  starved  she  truly  was. “  i  want  them  closer. "  her  soft  voice  answers  in  the  air  as  she  slowly  spreads  her  legs  for  him,  watching  him  with  lust  coded  in  blue  hues. 

YOU’RE MINE. YOU’RE MINE 

“  no  name !  "  she  spits  out  venomously  as  if  she had  a  reason  to  be  mad,  all  he  was  doing  was  asking  and  possibly  pleading  to  bring  the  person  to  his  attention,  but  she  didn't  want  people  to  be  involved,  she  didn't  need  him  to  be  involved  or  try  to  play  the  hero. ” i  don't  need  you  to  play  the  hero,  alright?  just  leave  it  the  fuck  alone.  “  she  whispers  and   this  time  she's  pleading,  softening  blue  hues  looking  into  his  angry  dark  brown  hues  as  she  scoffs quietly.

The woman rolled her eyes as the man continued to follow her as she pushed her way through the club.  She honestly couldn’t believe that out of all the places on the planets he’d managed to be here, the exact same moment she was- he was the last person she wanted to see.  She’d fallen for him, there was no question about that.  Maybe it wasn’t love but she knew that if he would have stayed another week or two it would have been.  He broke her heart and she decided she wanted him to be out of her life forever about a month after he’d been gone.  

Gwen turned at his question, her brows furrowed in anger.  “An old friend?  Really Wade?  Are you seriously going play this as if nothing happened?  Two and a half months Wade!  I wasted two and a half months on you- gave you everything a twenty-two year old could and you left without an explanation or anything.  So no.  I don’t want a drink and my life is great thanks.  Now we’re caught up now leave me the hell alone.”

he’d been an ass- not surprising, really- that didn’t make it fair. It certainly didn’t give him the right to march up to her as if nothing had ever happened. “I had a big gig-“ closer to the truth, still not an excuse. it was funny how life had a way of making people pay. 

“You want to pass up sipping mai-Tais on my tab,-” okay, it was some unsuspecting toolbar sitting at the bars, tab but THAT didn’t need to be known. “Gwen-” He called out, this time an actual note of seriousness in his voice- a new look for him. “Please-” There is a hint of sincerity behind his eyes, a secret- “Just have a drink with me. You wanna go after that, fine I wont bother you anymore;” really, it wasn’t like he had all the time in the world left. 

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JUST WHAT HE NEEDED; to be stopped by someone who could very easily become collateral if he didn’t keep moving. It wasn’t like he hadn’t caused excessive damage before; but this was not the time, nor place. She wasn’t involved, and she didn’t need to pay a price for his misfortune. 

Hands raise above his head and his gun is hung from his index finger as he calculates his options. A bullet to the head didn’t seem like fun, and she didn’t seem too scared to do it- “alright- alright.” He speaks urgently but the words come out quiet as he slowly lowers his gun to the ground, free hand palm facing her as his eyes never leave hers. “I’m not the bad guy here.” He feels the hairs standing up on his arms before he hears the click of a gun readying for fire. 

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Ice water floods his veins as his hands gripped for her- pulling her away from the booming sounds that echoed from the front of the building. Someone was coming-  someone was coming FOR THEM. Why? that was a question he couldn’t place an answer to in the chaos that filled his ears.  Frank rushed them to the back exit before he’d had time to think about turning around, and trying to take them all out. Being unprepared for attack wasn’t something he was accustomed to. His time had been served and the war was supposed to be over for him- at least until he was deployed again; if he went back. 

One shot; one kill- but there were always more. He was practically carrying her at this point before the back door swung open violently guiding them away from the men who were raiding the place. “Yes, and since I don’t know WHY, we’re not sticking around to find out.” he huffed as the keys to his classic all black mustang were revealed. “We need to move.” There might have been more he could have done if he stayed- he knew he was capable of putting up a good fight, but he wasn’t about to risk her safety to do so.