Jonthan Tower (pullthetrigger_) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-05-12 14:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | jonathan tower |
Who: Jonathan Tower (OPEN to anyone and anything!)
What: Doing what the Punisher does best.
Where: NYC, New York
When: Sunday night
Warnings: Implied violence.
Two broken ribs, bullet to the shoulder went clean through, can't say the same for the one in the thigh that son of a bitch is gonna need to be dug out, don't even want to count the areas that are going to need stitches...
The monologue wasn't his, that was all Frank. Assessing the damage, taking a tally and reminding Jonathan what needed to be done without speaking to him. Jonathan was doing a different sort of counting: the bodies on the floor, the bullet casings at his feet, the number of days since he last slept. After six months of intelligence gathering he'd gone on a five day bender and now New York City's biggest crime syndicate was missing it's middle management.
There would be a void on the streets, one that would need filling sooner rather than later but for now the resulting chaos would work in his favor. That meant sleeping would have to wait, healing too for that matter. Taking he a step forward he felt a stream of fresh blood pour down his leg.
Artery is still intact. You're fine.
Yeah, fine. He was breathing. The hurt each time his lungs dared to expand and constrict reminded him as much. Pain was good, pain meant that he was still feeling and that meant he was alive.
Starting forward once more he was ready to leave when his grip tightened around the gun in his hand, his finger moved to squeeze the trigger and two lifetime's worth of instincts took over and told him that he wasn't alone before his conscious mind could even realize what was happening.
Couldn't be one of the targets. They were all dead on the floor. Law enforcement was also out of the question.
This was irritating.
"I'm not in the mood."