October 13, 1989

Brooklyn

1:00a.m.

The cold rain was coming down as a lone figure in a van drives the empty streets. The man drives with a purpose as makes his way to his destination. To anybody else he was a a large, muscular man with black hair and cold blue eyes. However he wasn't a ordinary man. He was something that the criminal underworld feared, he was a agent of death itself. At one time he was Frank Castle, a former Marine captain in the Vietnam War, but that was a long time ago. After his family was killed when they stumbled across a mob hit, they were gunned down. After the justice system failed him, Frank Castle died. He was reborn into the Punisher, a vessel of punishment, one which will not stop until the day he get to old to do this or dies trying to snuff out evil.

Frank was closing in on his target, an abandon apartment building in Brooklyn. If his intel was solid, a big drug lab and distribution center was located here. This one made some of the popular rave drugs like PCP and LSD. It also bought the more harder stuff like cocaine and the more powerful crack, and distribute it to the dealers. Frank then drove into a side alley and parked his van. Frank then got out and walked to the back of his van. The door was open to reveal a mobile arsenal, filled with pistols, revolvers, shotguns, sub-machine guns, assault rifles, ammo can, explosives and other things. The first thing Frank grabbed was his M1911A1 pistols, chambered with .45 caliber rounds. He put fresh seven round clips into both and put them in his waist holsters. The next weapons were a pair of S&W Model 29 revolvers with 8 3/8th inch barrels. Frank put in six .44 magnum in each revolver and put the revolvers in hostlers on his back. The last thing Frank picked out was his Colt Commando rifle, it was a shorter version of the M-16 rifle and could be use in close quarters.

Frank loaded it with a clip of 5.56mm rounds and put it down for the moment. Frank began to loaded up on ammo, five clips for Colt Commando, 2 speed loaders for the Model 27 and six clips for the M1911A1's. He then grabbed his KA-Bar knife and put it in his sheath on his shoulder. The next thing was a few flash bangs and smoke grenades. With all of his preparations complete, he grabbed his Colt Commando and shut the vans back doors. Frank had put on his body armor on, the skull on his vest was clearly visible. Frank made his way towards the building and took cover by a wall to see if there was any sentries around. After a minute, Frank noticed that there was nobody was around. Frank began to get a weird feeling. Usually for big drug labs, security was a must. Frank the broke cover and made his way around the building with caution. As he made his way around the back, with his colt at the ready. As he rounded the corner, he stopped to see a man with a Mac-10 guarding the back door. His back was facing away from the vigilante, which would make this easy for Frank.

Frank unsheathed his KA-Bar knife and sneaked up on the the thug. With brute force, the knife enters the thugs brain stem and a gloved hand prevents a yell to escape his lips. Frank lets the dead body hit the ground and enters the building. With his Colt Commando at the ready he walks up the stairs. As he reaches the the second floor, Frank hears voices above him.

"Yo John, you think we should have more guys patrolling the place." One voice said.

"Fuck no man, we good, the cops are to fucking stupid to find us here." John said in arrogance.

"And what if the costume crowd or the Punisher shows up." the voice said to John in frustration.

A moment of silence passed but was shattered with a gunshot and a thud of a dead body.

"ANYBODY WANT TO QUESTION ME!" John screamed at the top of his lungs.

No answer came from anybody else. Frank thought that maybe, John was high on his own supply. He shrugged the thought away and made his way to the floor above him. As he made his way to the last stair, Frank peeked around to see people come in and out of rooms, some armed, some that didn't look like it, but they could be concealing pistols. One man walks out of a room and sees Frank peeking out of the corner. Frank quickly darts back into shadows and pulled out a flash bang.

"Hey Rob, that you?" The voice asked.

His question was answered with a grenade being tossed at him. The thug tried to reach for his hidden pistol but the flash bang detonated in his face and his whole world went white. Castle came around the corner and put a burst of 5.56mm rounds in his chest, blood splattering on the walls. The thug hit the ground dead as more men came out of the rooms. The next two men, armed with Mac-10's were met with more rounds from the Punisher's Colt Commando. They collapsed on the ground dead as well. Frank, back first, slammed into a door and trapped a man behind it. The other man in the room tried to get a shot of with his revolver but was gunned downed with the last of the Commando's clip. Frank then move forward and the trapped thug shoved the door away and shot several rounds at Frank blindly with a Browning Hi-Power pistol. One round managed to hit Frank in the back, which forced him to the ground, pull out one of his M1911A1 pistol and blow the punk's brains out. The punks brains and blood hit the wall behind him as he slumps against the wall.

With no time to reload, Frank pulls out his two S&W Model 29's revolvers. A thug tried to enter the room put was met with a .44 magnum round to the heart. He flew out of the room and none of his buddies tried to enter the room. Frank then exits the room two see three men, one armed with a pump shotgun, one with a Mac-10 and the other with a snub nosed revolver. Frank then aimed his revolvers at the shotgunner and Sub-machine gunner and pulled both triggers. The .44 magnum rounds hit the two like a train as the both received heart shot. Blood flew as well as the men, Frank rolled as the punk with the snub fired wildly. Frank then shot him with a head shot, blowing a huge hole in the punks head.

Safe for a moment, Frank reloads his Colt Commando and makes his way down the hall to see the last room. Yet again Frank noticed the lack of security. This man must have thought that nobody would notice him, or that's what the drugs must have told him. As Frank puts his hand on the door knob, a rush of rounds hit the door as Frank hit managed to avoid them. Then Frank heard the the gun click dry, which was like hearing death laugh at you. Frank kicked the door open and rushed in to see a skinny white man with brown hair and blue eyes. His clothes were ratty looking, like he had been wearing them for weeks. In his hands was a Polish PM-63 RAK sub-machine gun. He was trying to reloaded it when Frank fired his Colt low which took out his knees. John howled in pain as he drop to the ground.

Frank slowly walked up to the man. Looming over him, Frank drew one of his M1911's and aimed it at the drug dealer. John simply looked at him.

"You can't do this, didn't you hear, I can't die." John said, probably high on god knows what.

"Guess again." Frank said coldly as he pumped all seven rounds into his head.

Frank then picked up the the dead man's PM-63 and walk back downstairs. By the time Frank got back outside, he could hear police sirens in the distance. Frank walked back to his van and entered it and drove away to let the police clean up the mess he created. The rest of the drive was in silence as he made his way to his warehouse safe house on the Jersey side of the Hudson. Frank did his usual thing, took his gear off, got into more comfortable clothes, cleaned his weapons and then wrote into his war journal.

Punisher's War Journal

October 13, 1989.

The drug plant and distribution center in Brooklyn has been neutralized. The target John Kyle Freemont and his boys had been dealt with. It seems Johnny boy had a taste for the shit he made and distributed, thought that no one could off him. I showed him that death can come for him. While I finished off his drug plant which made the rave drugs, I got to find out where he got some of his other drugs, have to look into it.

End Entry.

A/N: Here's my newest story and my return to writing Punisher stories. This one will follow Frank from 1989 to 1999, and will be sort of AU. Some of Marvel's other hero's and villians will come into play was well.