"We got a special on bourbon." The clerk said from his wheelchair. He was a dirty looking man with greasy silver hair and a scruffy looking beard. He wore a black toboggan and had a army camouflage jacket and a coffee stained shirt and jeans. A man wearing a black jacket and dark shirt and pants stood at the check-out, he had put a bottle of chocolate milk on the counter and turned to look out the front door.<br/><br/>There was a group of street thugs roughing up a young boy who couldn't be past ten years of age.<br/><br/>The clerk rolled his squeaky wheelchair over towards the window of the convenience store and commented from behind the counter.<br/><br/>"Fuckin' animals...makes ya wanna do something don't it?" The clerk took a swig out of a hip flask as he said this.<br/><br/>Frank Castle stared out the door at the scene, his eye could be seen twitching slightly.<br/><br/>"Couple of years back, that was me standing right where you are now. Only difference, it was a little girl back then." The clerk took a swig from his flask again.<br/><br/>"Three tours in the sandbox, not so much as a scratch. I come home to this shit."<br/><br/>"Always a war on somewhere..." Frank replied quietly.<br/><br/>"Why fucking bother? That's my motto, if God struck those savages down today...just be five more take their place. The whole world is burnin' down my friend....least I got a front row seat for it." He said with a slight slur.<br/><br/>He wheeled himself back to the counter, saying the chocolate milk was a buck fifty.<br/><br/>Frank put a twenty on the counter, and said: "Bottle of Jack."<br/><br/>It could be heard all around..the noise that the thugs were causing. "Say yes, before I cut your fuckin' throat kid!" One of the thugs put a knife up to the youngster's throat.<br/><br/>Frank casually walked out the door and began approaching the thugs, letting the brown bag containing the large bottle of liquor drop off of it, he tossed the bottle up in the air and caught it...he was right behind the thug with the knife...and slammed the bottle against the back of the thug's head.<br/><br/>The teenager dropped to the ground, dead. As another one turned just to get the bottle against the side of his face...the sound of his neck snapping could be heard as his mouth sprayed a torrent of blood.<br/><br/>Slamming it onto the top of another's skull, the thug fell to the ground at Frank's feet and he stomped on the back of his neck...causing it to break with a loud crack.<br/><br/>One of the thugs was late turning towards their aggressor, and got the bottom of the bottle slammed into his face, another one went to stab him, but got his arm caught as Frank sidestepped him.<br/><br/>Using the bottle as a sort of weight, he bent the teenager's arm backwards quickly, an incredibly loud snapping sound echoed through the street and the boy screamed in pain.<br/><br/>Another of them rushed Frank foolishly with no weapon, and found the knife's blade stabbed into his throat, still being held by his friend as Frank worked him like a puppet before smashing the bottle upwards against the screaming thug's skull.<br/><br/>One of them brandished a gun, and fired at Frank, who simply grabbed the man's arm and swung him around, shooting one of the thug's who was about to make a move...right through the forehead.<br/><br/>Slamming the bottle on the gun wielder's arm he made him shoot himself through the face, the back of his skull exploding.<br/><br/>Frank turned slowly, as the young child was crawling away, the leader of the gang brandished a gaudily decorated pistol and aimed at Frank.<br/><br/>The kid grabbed around the thug's leg and bit him, distracting him just long enough for Frank to throw the bottle and it to smash on the side of his head.<br/><br/>He staggered onto a brick wall and attempted to shoot Frank, but the former-marine was quicker and grabbed the thug's gun arm and snapped it in two, causing bone to protrude out of the skin.<br/><br/>The punk screamed even louder when Frank stomped against his ankle and caused his anklebone to burst forth from the side of his foot.<br/><br/>He fell to the ground screaming and wailing in pain, but Frank stomped on his other foot and did the same to it.<br/><br/>He screamed, "FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!" as he lay there helpless.<br/><br/>Frank unscrewed the cap of the liquor, and poured it until empty over the thug's entire body.<br/><br/>Frank reached into his pocket, and pulled out a lighter, he flicked it open and lit it.<br/><br/>"N-no! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" The thug screamed for help, but none came as Frank dropped the lighter and the young punk's body went up in flames.<br/><br/>Horrific screams filled the air as Frank simply walked away.