Frank Castle Prison Fight Novels & Stories

I shouted then quickly moved and clenched my fist, I was so angry that I punched him back causing his nose to bleed. He just grabbed his face and wiped the blood that dripped from his nose and I threw a punch again, suddenly the prisoners were gone and the police could no longer stop the trouble. There was a disturbance again inside the prison and the police quickly took action again and beat and tasered the prisoners was there. In the next few punches, he quickly shook causing me to get hit by his punch as well but I am Nek Tuffin and I also shook quickly. Who the hell are you?!

They all kept on beating and beating for hours, my Dad was not sure when they will stop until the policemen pass by the cell. Then immediately every in the cell stop, Francis really got badly injured, blood flowing down from his face. He has countless bruises on his body, he really suffered in there. To be continued.... . Guys I really laugh back there while writing the prison scene it was hilarious, I hope you guys enjoyed it, please if there is any mistakes please feel free to tell me. Thank you, don't forget to vote.

They each pulled out guns and set them on the table, frowns on their faces. "What the hell you doing here?" A man in a tracksuit asked with a grunt. "I came to let you know that Frank Castello is dead." I didn't bother beating around the bush. They eyed each other before picking up their guns and aiming them at my head. I laughed as they cocked them, waiting for something. "Why shouldn't we kill you now?" "You think I'm dumb enough to come here unarmed or unwarranted? Tell me… how's your dinner?" I smiled widely at them, fear striking their eyes.

Francisco retorted, his voice tinged with a mix of defiance and irritation. "I know it very well, Francisco," Rafael replied, his tone suggesting a deeper understanding of the situation than mere law enforcement duties. The confrontation had a sense of personal story, a clash between two forces that had danced on the edge of legality and justice for far too long. The tension in the room escalated as Francisco, now fully aware of the charges against him, attempted to assert his rights. With a nonchalant demeanor, he remarked, "Wow, okay then. I will see how many hours you are going to make me prison."

I don’t even want to imagine what could be inside it because the thick liquid lying around it was enough to confirm the tale. I moved a little to see if I was missing something or if something bled. I tried to move my hands because it felt like they had gone numb because of the handcuffs. Damn! I already had a feeling that things will come to this. Castor groaned and sat up. While I was free of any bruise, he had a purple one at the side of the head. What did they hit him with? A bat probably. He had dried blood on his lip too.

48 hours until release Marvin “Castillo, you have a visitor,” Stanfield spoke. I looked through the little glass of the steel door and furrowed my eyebrows. "I'm not expecting anyone. Tell them to leave.” Stanfield opened the door and pushed me against the wall before he forcefully put me in handcuffs. “Hey!” I spoke, irritated. “Did you not hear me?” “I did.” Stanfield chuckled. “But I’m not going to tell Mario Castillo to come back another time. You can do it yourself.”

“Come on, Fraynik, it was just a little name-calling. You’re not still upset about that ridiculous ceremony where they announced you as 'Fraynik of the Eastern Hills', are you? gods, I still have nightmares about it.” Frank growled so loudly even the guards in the hallway flinched. “Okay, stop.” I stepped between them, planting a hand on each chest. “Frank, you will not win. You know why? Because you never win. The last time you challenged Alex, he knocked you out with a left elbow while humming Baby Shark. The time before that, you threw your back out growl, and the time before that, he made you tap out with one arm. Don’t do this.”

A loud crack filled the room before the man yawled and went down clutching his nose. My hands quickly flew to Luc and covered his ears while keeping him buried at my side. Luke picked the dude from the ground again before landing a healthy blow on his cheek, and blood poured out of his nose. That? That must have broken his nose. “I am not the one to throw fists unnecessarily…” Another unmistakable thud that sent a tremor down my spine, I almost felt bad for the one on the receiving end of those heavy punches. Almost! “But insult my woman, I show you shit.” He pulled Frank into a standing position and shook him like a rag doll. All along, his expression remained blank like he was discussing t

Fatty Frank struggled to get up while he coughed blood out of his mouth. Lothar did not hold back with his kick at all. Had Fatty Frank been any thinner, bleeding would have been the tip of the iceberg. He wiped the blood off his lips and coughed fiercely. “If you just let Angel go, you can beat me up however you want.” Thud! Lothar kicked Fatty Frank once more. Thud! Thud! Thud! No matter how many times Lothar kicked and punched him, Fatty Frank refused to stay down.

Moreover that, his investigations have led several times to him. “Please spare my life! I am not the man you are looking for!” He roared angrily and retreated from the strong burglary that fenced him from his freedom. Gradually, a heavy metal fell from the ceiling and locked him up. Screams and cries of anguish echoed through the room also accompanied with loud sounds of pleas. Frank held himself up and supported himself on the wall. His wobbling knees made all his efforts go to waste as he slumped to his feet. “I am not the man, please! ” He cried out loud hovering his arms over his head. Frank's face was bleeding profusely, from his eyes to his nose and then from his mouth.