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Subj: Re: I'd like an opinion on an idea I have for a fanfic involving Frank Castle, and X-23
Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 at 09:05:32 am EDT (Viewed 2 times)
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Here is a brief summary of the prologue done in a Punisher War Journal format:
Punisher War Journal entry 1792 *approximated from him having an entry every few days for the past 50 years since 1974*
Ten years, ten years planning, waiting for this moment. Waiting to avenge a man who was long my rival, a man who was far better than I am.
Ten years ago Wilson Fisk, Bullseye and his sadistic girlfriend Lady Bullseye killed one of the bravest men I've ever known. Even though I hated the bastard, he did a lot more good than I realized. Matt Murdock never gave up an inch, despite being in his 50s he was as quick as ever. What he didn't count on was was exactly what he should have expected. It's not his fault though, it's mine. Three weeks before falling into the trap that would be his demise I had cornered and killed off most of the Bullseye assassin organization. Which was starting to rival that of varying leagues of Assassins and even whispers of them causing fear deep in the ranks of the Hand. I went at them hard.
Bullseye and I had a long history. A few years before all of this when Wilson Fisk rose to power he took a shot at me, I was his only failure to date. Later he took a shot at Daredevil and ended up killing another world class assassin, a greek named Nachios, Elektra. Heard tell she came back, but I don't put much weight in that, despite me having faked my own death once before. An irony that will be lost on me shortly here.
Turns out it was all a setup, I cornered what I thought to be Lady Bullseye and Bullseye himself. Close quarters I was next-to-fucked, but I had planned ahead, chasing them into a dead-end street that I had happened to place a local nerve-toxin explosive device nearby. I took a knife to the shoulder before I managed to press my thumb. They really had me fooled. These imposters were good, too good.
Flash forward three years and I get a phone call saying that Matt Murdock has 46 minutes and counting to live. Spider-Man got a card just like mine. Why they had chosen us is something that made a whole 'lotta sense later on. Just not right then. By the time the bug-boy and I crossed paths he had received another call, this time it was someone close to him, screaming in pain, dying. He did what anyone would have done, he raced home, too late, but he did it anyway. I continued forth, I suppose I was the underdog, pushing 66 years old. I had no back-up, no plan so to speak, which is the exact situation that rarely happens to me.
I made my way to the warehouse, the hairs on my neck were already stiff. In the darkness I could make out a limp figure tied to a chair, I could smell the blood from here. I decided that this was enough of me playing possum and I finally released my arsenal. Two of the world's top marksmen were in the immediate area and my only ally was blind, what was an old shooter to do other than release a super-concentrated flashbang while wearing compensated contacts and earplugs?
As the warehouse lit up what I saw was unexpected, just Matt Murdock, dead. Throat slit, and disemboweled. No Bullseyes, no Kingpin.
Later I heard they had done the same to Foggy Nelson, Mary Jane Parker, May Parker, and a low-level thief/vigilante named Felisha/Black Cat.
Before I knew it every safe-house I had in the city was blown. Men were chasing me that were far faster than any hand ninja or or special ops unit I've come across. Cat and mouse ensued and I spent the next two months in the sewers and tunnels of Manhatten. Luck, experience, and knowledge saved me then. Eventually I decided to go on the offensive, with only a few munitions, a right-leg quickly going south, and a world of hurt to share with this new organization that has succeeded in wiping out an entire generation of street-warriors.
Luckily for me help would come in the form of an eccentric billionaire and a wise, but slightly crazy master of all martial arts and Kung Fu...
I'm working on scripting this as the first chapter, adding lots of action scenes, etc. This will lead on into the downfall of many of the great street-level superheroes and the inevitable rise and need for Frank Castle's brand of justice. I don't plan on killing all of the Marvel Knights gang off. But I don't want to reveal who will survive, as I'm not entirely sure yet! I've decided that on top of some new femme fatalle meat in X-23 (as well as a Wolverine cameo) that we need some old school in an aging-yet-still-hot Black Widow. So I'm working on fleshing out chapter on, and two. This is just giving you an idea of what I've been thinking of on and off all night.
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