[ it hadn't taken long for frank to sense the kind of things that happen in the shadows here, the kind of things that happen in any city when no one's looking, or at least pretending not to notice. it only takes a few nights before his hands are stained red, the anger raging into something violent, until the murderer he's found is left no longer breathing.
some people would say he enjoys it, and though it isn't quite ecstasy that he finds in the kill, there's certainly something satisfying. maybe it's relief, something that comes with knowing there's one less piece of scum out there in the world.
but the taste of one is enough to draw out the acknowledgement of stepping into that role again, one that clearly hadn't been left behind in new york.
tonight, a man runs breathlessly through the back streets, anxious and desperate to get away as frank marches not far behind, an iron mallet in his hand, the metal head already stained with dry blood. though he's slow and steady, he knows what he's doing, waiting for the man to trip over his own feet, rolling onto his back before trying to kick as his feet to crawl backwards.
w-wait! he shouts. but frank doesn't listen as he catches up, walking over him and lifting the mallet high, preparing to swing it down. ]
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some people would say he enjoys it, and though it isn't quite ecstasy that he finds in the kill, there's certainly something satisfying. maybe it's relief, something that comes with knowing there's one less piece of scum out there in the world.
but the taste of one is enough to draw out the acknowledgement of stepping into that role again, one that clearly hadn't been left behind in new york.
tonight, a man runs breathlessly through the back streets, anxious and desperate to get away as frank marches not far behind, an iron mallet in his hand, the metal head already stained with dry blood. though he's slow and steady, he knows what he's doing, waiting for the man to trip over his own feet, rolling onto his back before trying to kick as his feet to crawl backwards.
w-wait! he shouts. but frank doesn't listen as he catches up, walking over him and lifting the mallet high, preparing to swing it down. ]