The Assassination Attempt -Dom//Invite-

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Castle wasn't a man of failure. He refused to fail, even if it meant him losing his own life. His devotion to killing and hurting the bad always was his main priority. Even if the person he needed to kill was immortal, he wouldn't stop until he found a source in killing him/her. Frank always looked his victims in the eye before they died, not caring about their pleas for their lives. He was a broken man after losing his wife and two kids from a drive by shooting. He even made a promise on their deathbeds that he would cleanse the streets from mob filth. The shirtless Castle immediately shot up from his bed, sweating profusely. He ran his fingers through his sweaty dark hair, and sighed with relief. His deceased family was always on his mind. The slightest smell of his wife Maria's perfume would break the man, emotionally. Strangely, he would go down to the park every Saturday morning to watch the kids play soccer. His kids loved soccer.

Frank walked over to his pull up bar and began repping. As he continued pulling himself up and down, he went back and thought about the day his family was killed. That seemed to be the only thing on his mind, even after he avenged them. Everything he created with his wife was gone, within a blink of an eye. The gunshots the screams were something he'd never forget. Frank immediately fell down from the bar, leaving the sweat to drench his body. He went and grabbed a bath towel, and threw himself in the shower. The hot water bolted down on his face, as he washed himself. Frank suddenly felt the soothe touch from somebody behind him. He turned around and saw his wife Maria. Slowly, he pressed his lips to hers, but as soon as they made contact, she was gone. He opened his eyes, and looked around praying this wasn't a dream, but not to his surprise it was. As Castle suited up in his outfit, he grabbed his backpack and hurried out of his loft.

The Punisher parallel parked in a parking spot, and pulled out a black book from his backpack. The book contained a list of names that needed to be eliminated. Frank was told to meet in the catholic church at a certain time from an unknown man using a voice decoder. he'd waited at the church for a good thirty minutes, until he was told to confess his sins at the confessional. As soon as he sat down in the confessional, the voice decoded man had given him the black book. Each name on the list consisted of a $10,000 bounty, in which he would've been paid full after photographic proof was given of the bounty. Four out of ten names had been crossed out on the list, and next in line a woman named Dominique Falcone. She happened to be a very dangerous woman, who had ties with powerful enemies. Her name had been the only one written in red, with her head consisting of a $35,000 bounty.

Frank waited for her location from an unknown call, on his prepaid phone. He opened his car door and walked over to his trunk where he grabbed a large duffel bag. He then walked back to the front seat of his car, and opened the bag. In the bag laid an M24 Sniper rifle, the one that would've killed the Falcone with a single adamantium bullet. One bullet was all that was needed, but he had an entire clip just in case her goons would've opened fire or if the bitch somehow managed to survive the first shot. When Punisher had received her location through an unknown text, he immediately ignited the ignition and was off to Gotham City.

[Dominique Falcone]

DOMINIQUE FALCONE DOM

If you aren't being shot at you aren't doing your job right. Words that had been muttered to Harvey Dent from the late Rachel Dawes. Though grave and cryptic, no truer words had been spoken. Each person possessed a ruthlessness within that once roused would do anything to get the job done. Be it a class project, a better job, or a better position in life. The Falcone name was known for their ruthlessness, their aggression, their ability to achieve the ends to their means. Murder, kidnapping, extortion were only but a few simple terms that made the fear in a person's veins come forth. But the rage was what got a person. The bubbling quiet that started out so subtle before it grew and consumed and turned to wrath. To greed.

Dominique grew up out of the grace of her father until the age of seventeen. Her late mother held a deep seeded hatred for the man along with some vile affection while Carmine went on with his life. There were no presents for Christmas or her birthday. The only gift he had ever given his bastard daughter was the gift of shelter. After Jordan, Dominique's mother, passed from breast cancer Dominique was made to stay in the Manor with her half siblings and the wife of the Roman. It was enduring though it made Dom all the more focused in succeeding over her siblings, over her father. It was a male dominated organization but the blue eyes brunette held something within that even her father had acknowledged not long before the Batman arrived in Gotham.

She was a triple threat, truly to say the least. Looks weren't all too bad, sadistic and possibly insane by some standards but above all else was her intellect. Dominique hadnt the muscles in the way Bane possessed; she hadn't the true madness of The Joker; nor was she awarded with another other special ability. Dom relied on her cunning, her ability to think on her toes and the fact others would do her business for her. She had assembled an army of course. One that was preparing to take Gotham back under the mob wing.

Tonight was low key for the mobster. Hela and Fenris were at the Falcone Manor while the Gotham native went out to search for a dress for the Stark Expo that was seemingly right around the corner. She had not a clue what style she would decide upon nor had she decided upon her hair style, make up shades or jewelry. The thought of emerald green lingered in her mind from the moment she had heard of the Expo. This was the first time the people of her universe had been able to experience the prestige event. Though Dominique's feelings for Tony Stark were less than warm, she was still looking forward to attending.

Dress after dress, color after color, and fabric after fabric. Dominique moved from the large dressing room out and towards the full length mirrors. Three hours passed as she scrutinized her appearance, examined every flaw. Her hands were held at her hips, she moved her torso left and right to look at her curves. Dom walked back to the dressing room having not found the dress she would wear for the expo. It didn't take her long to reemerge dressed in her own clothing. Dominique thanked the woman and walked towards the door only to be called back when the woman informed her of Dom's purse being left behind.

"Thank you so much," the Mobster spoke sincerely. Though her hand didn't extend as far as she had thought which resulted in the purse falling to the floor. The men-body guards- glanced at each other as Dom bent down to retrieve her purse.

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Dominique Falcone was the daughter of a ruthless mobster named Carmine, who literally ran the underground of Gotham. Carmine's stranglehold over the city's organized crime had been described as the Roman Empire, an empire that spread quickly like the black plague. The Falcone organization was still at large, leaving the famous Batman in utter failure even though Carmine was rotting away in Arkham. With help from the inside of the hell-hole they called a city, Frank was able to retrieve some valuable history on the Falcone family, all from the help of Vic Sage. Vic had all the answers to 'the questions' and was the perfect source for the mysterious city. There happened to be only one man, that could of stopped the expansion of the Falcone name and that was the one they called the Punisher.

Frank floored the gas pedal after receiving the exact location of Dominique's whereabouts. The woman was heavily secured with heavily armed guards watching her every move. Frank wasn't surprised, but he knew his first priorities were to take out the guards before they alerted the others, including the connections the family had with the GCPD. He quickly darted off the Vincefinkel Bridge, and merged onto a one way street heading towards the Crystal Palace Mall. She had been last seen entering a women's fashion store near the large mall, causing Frank to contemplate on how to get rid of the guards. As he drew closer to the woman's location, he quickly parallel parked his car in front of the Abel Art Extension University. He sighed heavily, as he looked down at the M24 sniper rifle running his index finger along the cold metaled barrel.

The Punisher thought long and hard and suddenly realized that the sniper rifle was a bad idea, because it wasn't his style. He wanted the helpless Falcone to beg for her life, and for her to meet her demise while he looked her in the eyes. Frank opened his backpack and pulled out a mini Uzi. He loaded an extended mag into the sub-machine gun and placed it in a hidden holster within his leather trench coat. He then got out the car, and began walking up the sidewalk towards the fashion store.

The streets were a little busy, causing Frank to slowly shake his head. Collateral damage wasn't the big issue, because Castle was an excellent marksman. He could hammer a nail into wood with a single bullet from a 300 yard distance. He also happened to be the best shooter in his platoon in all three tours to Afghanistan. Frank walked past the fashion store in utter confusion, as he immediately spotted the two bodyguards that were present behind the recognizable Dominique Falcone. He was shocked to only see two guards surrounding the woman. There had to have been more guards, either within the store or from a distance. Frank needed to play this out smart, because he was dealing with a very dangerous woman who had power within the city he was a stranger to.

He watched as the mob princess dropped her purse, causing her to bend over to retrieve it. There wasn't more of a perfect time to strike, causing Frank to withdraw a flashbang from one of his holsters. He pulled the pin to the canister, and tossed it into the fashion store. The canister exploded, suddenly followed by multiple screams from within. Frank quickly walked in, withdrawing his Uzi from the hidden holster inside his trench coat. He began to spray the ceiling with bullets, causing the screams to grow louder. He then aimed his sub-machine gun at the guards and began to shoot multiple rounds at both of their backs, hoping they would've been eliminated and out of the picture.

[Dominique Falcone]

DOMINIQUE FALCONE DOM

Towards the back of the building were two more armed men. The Escalade parked on the side contained the driver. Five men in all armed with guns and bullets and waiting for the wrong person to glance their way. Roman 'Black Mask', that dear man ordered a hit on her a while back which lead to his involvement in the attacks on SHIELD. It was cake to manipulate based on the soul of the city. The secretive agency stood to clean up Gotham and she just couldn't have that.

The man on the left was the first to notice the man already reaching for the handle. His yell was what allowed Dominique the knowledge of a threat. Instead of standing once more the woman kept her lowered position and ran behind a counter. The first body fell to the ground in a song of bullets. The second body guard fired off rounds of his own. The men from the back were taking their position. Dom, however, wasn't focused on the violence. She tore the jacket from her body and forced it on the body of an employee of the store who had the same build and dark long hair of the mob princess. In seconds the girl had been pushed out into the chaos screaming. The men in the back began to fire off rounds as Dominique ran towards them.

There was panic well in her brain. Survival was what she would achieve, it was the goal after all. Dominique had her attempts taken on her life and each time it was a thrill, an adrenaline rush perhaps. The woman was a bit off balance in that brain of hers. It wasn't until the reality set in when a bullet skimmed her waist. Her hands instinctively shot out to the wound, the wetness already leaking out. Dominique was only a few feet away from one man left in the building on her side, the attacker on the other side of the store. Dominique's icy eyes glared at the man who worked for her as from behind her cabinet did she motion for his phone.

His gun clicked and Dominique's eyes widened and mouth parted slightly. She snuck to the edge of the display, her heart pounded in her chest. The man who worked for her lunged forward as she ran in the same instant. He volunteered his body in order for her to escape. His phone laid on the ground where he had left it and instantly her fingers dialed Malaki Amherst. He was currently working with the FBI but he had started on the Gotham Police force. Carmine had brought him on and The young Dominique noticed him immediately. They held a twisted past built on sin, sex, drugs and love somewhere within it all but currently this was business. She texted the information while she shouted.

"You don't want to do this. What ever they paid you I can double it, triple if you want! You kill me and the balance in Gotham is upset!" She spoke loudly in hopes of reasoning. Everyone had a price, they had to.

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Frank was after the Falcone woman, no matter who died trying to get in his way. He wanted her dead or captured and kidnapped. Frank had no faith in the justice system, leaving him to pursue matters in his own hands. People described the Punisher as the 'one man army' inscribing fear in the underground world. He didn't care how infamous he was, just that he had a job to do and that was to cleanse the mob filth. Dominique Falcone would've suffered a painful death if she resisted capture, but with the amount of bodyguards surrounding the area he knew death was the only option.

As Frank sprayed his Uzi at the two bodyguards, one of them collapsed to the ground immediately dead. The other guard was lucky, being unscathed by the bullets that nearly got him. People began blowing past him in pursuit for their lives. Frank wasn't one to take out innocent people, so he let them go. He dove into a clothing rack, as the bodyguard began releasing rounds from his pistol. One bullet nailed Frank right in the gut, but thankfully his bullet proof vest stopped the bullet from entering. He laid on the floor, looking at the bullet that had entered his vest, panting heavily from the impact. Frank stood up continuing to take cover behind the rack, but spotted the Falcone woman sprinting for her life out the main doors wearing the same jacket he'd spotted her in. He aimed his Uzi at the woman's back, spraying bullets from the end of the barrel. She'd collapsed to the floor lifeless, causing Frank to continue ducking and confirm the kill.

He made his way closer to the corpse of the woman, and looked her in the eyes. He'd killed the wrong woman, making him bow his head at the sight of her dead body. With anger, Frank stood up and began shooting at the counter spending a whole magazine. The pieces of wood, ricocheted everywhere. Before he could get back into cover more bodyguards arrived, causing Castle to roll back into his position. The screams, and yells stopped, now that the store was empty. With the guards continuing to shoot, another bullet pierced Frank right in the chest, causing him to collapse to the ground. He coughed from the impact, grabbing a hold of his chest. The Punisher was very thankful for the bullet proof vest. Without it, he would've already been joining his family.

He watched the movements of the bodyguard and the Falcone as they made their way to the display, causing him to jump up and shoot his Uzi at the two. The guard collapsed instantly to the floor dead. He'd missed Dominique by almost two inches. He cursed under his breath, making him roll over to another position behind a jewelry counter , continuing to take fire from the other guards that had entered the scenario. Frank underestimated the Falcone family, because in the end they were skilled marksman. "You don't want to do this. What ever they paid you I can double it, triple if you want! You kill me and the balance in Gotham is upset!" Frank gritted his teeth at her words. No bribe was ever going to stop his attempt on her life, even if she wrote a check for a million dollars. Frank stuck his arm out from behind the bullet riddled counter, and held the trigger of his Uzi. His sub-machine gun continued to emit multiple bullets, though he couldn't see what he was hitting. More bullets returned, but only penetrated the counter completely destroying the glass into thousands of pieces.

"I don't make deals with mobsters, you brought this upon yourself when you decided to take your father's path into the mafia!" he barked as he pulled a frag grenade from his leather trench coat. Frank quickly pulled the pin and tossed it over to the guard's position. He awaited the explosion, and quickly loaded another magazine into his Uzi. After the grenade would've sounded, Frank would've come at them with brute force. He was trained for these types of situations, being an ex-Navy Seal.

[Dominique Falcone]

DOMINIQUE FALCONE DOM

The loud bang of the guns going off pounded in the ears of the woman though it was anything but unsettling. Unfortunately this was a second symphony she had to listen to over and over, time and time again. If she wasn't being shot at then there was something gravely wrong with the world. Roman Sionis had attempted to do away with the woman though proved fruitless. She in fact, showed up at his own office with the arm of the man who had pulled the trigger. It was her men who kept her safe, just as tonight. Though she had one remaining and it was behind those double doors about ten feet away from her.

"I don't make deals with mobsters, you brought this upon yourself when you decided to take your father's path into the mafia!"

"Oh someone has found a non-corrupt hitman!? Fucking great!" She yelled out in her anger. Of all times man, of all times.

She heard the sound of something clanking against the floor and Dom stopped everything she was doing to look over to the counter area she was at previously. Her eyes widened as she turned on her expensive heels and ran down the hallway, now not caring if she was shot in the back. She was not about to be in pieces against the shop's wall. The sound of the explosion rocked the building as the remaining windows were shattered, the walls nearest gave way and all remained was a hole. The ceiling had fallen to the ground, the wiring and planks that held the foundation created a barrier for the moment between the gun man and Dominique.

She couldn't hear anything, the explosion had deafened her for the time being. She had flew on the ground when the grenade detonated, debris smacking her tiny frame. She tasted the iron of her own blood, she figured something hit her mouth or she had hit it on the way down. She pushed herself up, her legs a bit shaken from the whole ordeal. Motherfucker threw a grenade. Who had grenades in their armory now a days besides The fucking Joker!? Who was this guy and what is it going to take to end snuff out his life? She let out a yelp of pain as her forearm had been struck by one of the bullets followed by another bullet to her upper arm.

The searing pain caused her blood to boil with anger. He's been more successful in harming her than anyone else. Aside from the attack in which Hela had saved her from nearly being raped and beaten to death. She felt more metal tear into the flesh of the back of her left thigh. She screamed out in pain, her teeth and gums stained with the dark ruby of her body. She fell against the door, her back hit the long, press in handle as the holder was quite unforgiving. The gravel, rock and concrete welcomed her harshly as it caught her fall from inside to outside. With her bloody hands she pushed herself though the three bullets made her muscles ache. She felt them protesting as she fell back to the ground. She didn't know how much longer it would take for the mystery man to get around the debris the grenade had left nor did she have any idea how long Malaki would take in getting to her.

"HELP!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, rage laced clear in her voice. She heard the scuffles of shoes as she looked up and saw her driver running towards her. Dom collapsed back upon the ground in relief.

'Sorry boss, the explosion scared the shit outta me so I moved the car in case there were more.'

"I don't care, get me off the fucking ground," She spoke as she wrapped her bloody hands upon his arm and hand as she pulled herself up. "Trust me, there is more." She said as she attempted to limp to the car.

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Frank's heart raced with adrenaline, as he waited for the grenade to sound. He closed his eyes, thinking very hard on what his next move was. The grenade felt like it took hours for it to explode, even though it was a mere 8 seconds. The large explosion didn't faze the Punisher, as he rolled out of cover spraying his Uzi through the large dusting. He spotted no more bodyguards, but spotted movement from across the store. This had to have been the Falcone, because everyone from within the store had fleed through the front. The entire roof of the building came crashing down, making Frank continue his wrath of bullets. Whoever he was shooting at, definitely had taken a bullet or two. The large foundation managed to bring more of the roof with it, causing Frank to dive right out of the way.

The sharp end of a broken metal strut fell down, lacerating Frank's left arm, causing him to grunt with shock. The deep cut, would've needed some stitches, but right now wasn't the time to bleed out in a destroyed fashion store. He continued emptying the rest of his 100 round clip, at the debris hoping more bullets would've made their way through it. The Uzi quickly jammed not being able to withstand the amount of bullets being fired. Frank threw the Uzi aside, along with his trench coat not caring whether the detectives would've found it.

He was in a black sleeveless shirt, revealing the white skull upon his chest down to his stomach. Beneath the sleeveless shirt, was his bullet proof vest which was easily spotted. Frank snatched his M9 Pistol from his hip holster. The cut continued drizzling blood, causing him to plaster a bandage on it very quickly. That would've had to do for now, but when Dominique was dead before his eyes, it would've been fixed immediately. Frank sprinted towards the debris and began digging through it an attempt to catch her. Large struts, and parts of the ceiling were easily thrown to the side, revealing more of the back exit the more debris he moved.

Frank needed to end this quick, before the pigs or more of her goons would arrive. With one large metal strut left, the beam was one hard bitch to pry out. He pulled and pulled trying hard to remove it from more of the debris, and he was successfully doing so. The piled up roof, fell down to the ground causing the Punisher to back away from the debris slide. A wide smirk revealed on his face as he climbed the rest of the partial roof with his M9 Beretta in hand, but heard the sound of a gunshot from behind. The bullet pierced Frank in the back, causing him to fall from the rubble from the power. The bullet, thankfully missed his skin, but indented itself in his vest. He turned around releasing rounds from his pistol at the unknown source.