Frank Castle Prison Fight Novels & Stories

One attacker he tripped and sent sprawling, while a well-placed uppercut made the other reel. Hopping around like a bunny on speed, Stu then proceeded to kick their asses while making ribald jests as Ricky took down the almost seven-foot behemoth. As for the rest of the inmates? They cheered. Entertainment, especially of the violent sort, was always welcome. It was practically a choreographed fight club comedy the way the two men handled the prison bullies with ease. The guards did nothing to stop the fight. On the contrary, she saw money exchange hands as they wagered on the outcome.

Micro movements are all I am comfortable with. Fran is starting to stir and stretch. Fran- Save me for Atlas. You got these assholes. I will have to fight Atlas. The plane lands and Frank comes to pick me up. As he grabs my arm, I use my momentum to swing and elbow him in the back of the head, knocking him out. The warriors start charging and I drop all three, snapping their necks. Frank is clearly drunk. I walk over and look down at him. “You were always a problem. I told him to leave you alone,” Frank spits blood from his mouth.

His memories were hazy—flashes of a fight in his cell, an excruciating pain in his abdomen, and the image of his own hands covered in blood. "Frank Levett! Good to see you awake. We thought you were about to check out for good," a guard said, watching him closely. "Where am I? What the hell happened?" Frank groaned, attempting to move, but his body felt like it had been run over by a train. The officer smirked. "You know… people are saying you tried to assault Leonardo Palmer, and he stabbed you in the dick. Gotta say, I didn’t expect that from you. A change of taste this late in life, huh?" The guard’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

He tensed up but kept moving and Caleb and I followed him. We arrived at the cell Frank was being kept in, it was dark and musky and smelled like blood and filth, all befitting for a criminal. A man was on the ground, he was bloody and dirty, I could spot Jasper in there, he delivered a quick kick to his stomach and Frank called out in pain. Enforcers were standing outside the prison watching as Jasper tortured him. They bowed as they saw us and gave us wide berth. I knocked on the iron bars and catch Jasper's attention, his eyes widened and he left Frank and approached us.

I warned. “Oh, I think I do,” he smirked. “I’m not the scared little boy you remember,” I said, my voice low, sharp. “Try me.” He lunged. Everything moved fast. I ducked, grabbed his wrist, and twisted hard. He growled in pain as the cuffs clattered to the ground. Another man charged at Frank, who stumbled back, raising his arms. “Frank!” I shouted, diving forward, slamming into the second man before he could touch him. We rolled down a few feet of the hill, landing hard.

Jake stormed his way towards me and I noticed his fists both clenched tightly in a way that it must've hurt. "You son of a bitch!" As soon as his words flew out of his mouth, he flung his fist on my face but I quickly dodged it and push his chest back with both hands while his two sidekick grabbed him back while Castillo struggles to aim another hit at me. Yay. Fun time. "What the fuck are you playing at Ryder?!" I smirked again. "Care to elaborate more Castillo?" I folded my arms across my chest and noticed TJ and Luke arriving by my sides.

When Frank opened the door and saw the uniformed officers, his face went white. "What's going on?" he asked, looking between me and the police. "Frank Mitchell," one of the officers said, "you're under arrest for defamation, forgery, and fraud." "What are you doing, Princess?" Frank asked desperately as they handcuffed him. "It's me. Your Frank. What's happening?" I stepped forward and slapped him hard across his face.

Marcus shouted. It truly looked like a cat and mouse situation. Frankie was at least 6 inches taller than Jonas and was broad almost like his muscles had muscles. Jonas on the other hand was modestly muscled, lean and lanky. They began circling, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Frankie lunged, landing a blow to Jonas’s midsection. Jonas stumbled back but stayed on his feet and charged back his shoulder connecting with Frankie’s side while his fist connected with Frankie’s hip.

He screamed, he was seething now. “I didn’t fucking rape her, she was mine. She was my girl.” I told him. My anger was getting too much for me now, my whole body shook with need to get to him. “Open the cage.” I asked Ink. Ink looked over to another guy I hadn’t noticed before, his cut said he was a prospect. The prospect stepped forward with the key and unlocked the cage. I ran in the cage as soon as I could and grabbed him by his throat. I smashed my fist in his face, making sure it connected with his nose. Blood exploded throughout the cell as his nose broke.

“So what? Today, you barged into my father’s shrine. I’ll kill you to console my father’s spirit in heaven!” Crawford shouted angrily. Then, his entire person launched like an arrow as he raised his fist and kicked, rushing toward Monty! Biff, bang, thud! The two of them fought swiftly with fists hitting the flesh, every blow seeing blood! The whole situation had turned white-hot! It was a close fight! Monty spotted a flaw in Crawford’s movements and slashed at his arm!