Frank Castle Prison Fight Novels & Stories

The other prisoners who was present had fled to the edges of the courtyard. They pressed themselves against the walls. Rosa stared up at me with shock and something that was like awe. But Prisoner 247 just smiled. "Finally," he growled. "A real fight." He released Rosa and charged at me. I met him halfway. Both of our bodies collided with enough force to break the floor beneath our feet. We grappled. Our claws tore into each ither. Our teeth snapped at each other. He was bigger and heavier. But I had an advantage.

Frank pulled out a Browning ko9MM, pointed it at French's head and pulled the trigger. The muzzle burst with hot sparks, and the hot bullet whirled through Fledge's brain, from the frontal bone to the frontal lobe to the back bone. The whirling bullet took Fledge's warm, bright red blood and gray brain, and took Fledge's life of crime with it. Frank Castor took a deep look in the direction Li Jie was leaving and strode out of the alley. Fight evil with evil, fight violence with violence! Frank Castor is the real deal!

For one wild, hopeful second it seemed like he might actually make it, but then a powerful pair of hands closed around the back of his jacket and yanked him backward with brutal force, ripping him off the fence and slamming him down hard against the unforgiving concrete below. Frank hit the ground with a pained grunt, and even then, even with the air knocked clean out of his chest, he refused to give up without a fight. He twisted violently in the agent's grip and swung a wild, clumsy fist that connected with nothing but empty air, and he kicked and thrashed and snarled like a cornered animal as two more agents descended on him from either side, pinning his flailing arms and pressing their f

“Francis, please!” The fight was brutal and fast. The bald guy recovered, slamming a fist into Francis’s stomach, doubling him over. The leader joined in, his gun now tucked into his waistband as he drove a knee into Francis’s side. Francis grunted, blood trickling from his lip but Francis didn’t give up. He landed a punch on the bald guy’s nose, blood spraying, but it wasn’t enough. Two against one, three, if you counted the guy pinning me was too much.

“You call yourself a man? The only thing you’re good at is harassing women after they’ve dumped you.” The words cut deep, and Marlon’s defiance withered. He couldn’t even look Frank in the eye. Frank grabbed him by the collar and yanked him upright. “You picked the wrong woman to mess with. She’s mine. Understand?” Then his fist smashed into Marlon’s face, sending him sprawling. He gagged, tried to breathe, then went limp, unconscious. Satisfied that Marlon wasn’t getting up again, Frank rushed to Mona’s side. Relief flooded him when he found she was only unconscious, not harmed.

Suddenly, horror movies were no longer his preferred genre. Not after meeting a real-life one. “Please, Frankie. It was all Aiden and Alice. I had nothing to do with it.” Frankie stepped closer, her smile never leaving her face. “Do you remember when you cheated that day in the ring? At the time, I didn’t have the claws to fight back, but guess what, Troy?” Frankie’s voice was barely louder than a whisper in the wind. “No, Frankie, please,” he begged as he tried to yank his hands free from the wall they were nailed to.

Before Logan could react, Harry’s fist crashed into his jaw, sending him stumbling backward. The inmates roared. Logan wiped the blood from the corner of his lip, then grinned. “There he is.” He lunged. They collided like a thunderstorm—punches flying, bodies slamming into metal bunks, curses filling the air. Logan swung, catching Harry in the ribs, but Harry retaliated with a brutal uppercut that sent Logan staggering. The other prisoners circled them, some placing bets, others just enjoying the show. “Beat his ass, Hendrix!”

They circle each other growling and snapping sharp teeth. Frank attack, slamming into the guy. They roll around sinking teeth and claws into each other. Frank gets the guy to the ground, locking his jaws around the guy's neck. Frank shakes him back and forth violently until the guy lay still on the ground, giving up, seeing that he has lost the fight. Frank let the guy go and shift back, glaring down at the guy on the ground. As Frank walks away, wiping the blood from his mouth, I hear a deep growl come from the big brother.

Blood was pouring out everywhere. "DAMN YOU! You broke my nose!" he howled. "I REALLY think now would be a good time to leave!" I said, louder this time. "Come on, Frank! Get up! I'm not done with you yet." taunted Rita. She had resumed her fighting stance and seemed to be thinking about using his head for soccer practice. I stepped forward again, though this time I wasn't sure who needed defending more. Mercifully, Frank finally got the hint. He rolled over and crawled back a few steps before getting up. He looked back to see Rita still ready to clock him again.

A muzzle touched his head as he heard the most unexpected voice in his basement. "You have a few minutes left to inhale in the same place where I am breathing." He stood up silently clutching the knife tightly in his hand. "Don't even think of it, Rishi. Drop the knife if you want an easy death." "You are messing with the wrong person Anirudh." The room fell silent as the ragged breathing of two alpha males was only left to be heard. Even though the fight was cinematic both eventually a small hand to hand combat took place.