OAU: A Preview for Punisher Origins #1.
Hello fellow OAU-ers. The following is a short excerpt from the first issue of my upcoming 4-6 issue arc called Punisher Origins. Please tell me what you think, and if you have any questions regarding the characters or events feel free to ask and I will answer.
"The year is 1965, a young United States marine named Frank Castle awakes in a dark room. He hears a noise and quickly turns his head around. "Have no fear, dear friend!" a kindly voice said from behind. "I come to dress your wounds" it said again as the voice came closer. "Who, who are you?" Frank stuttered out. "A friend to be sure, but they call me Kanshou Ren" the man replied "allow me to help you. I am here to care for your wounds." Kanshou stepped into the moonlight which was shining brightly from a makeshift window in the wall. Frank could see the light reflecting off of his face and could make out that the man was indeed Chinese as his accent had previously indicated. "Where am I" Frank promptly asked "Last I remember, I, I was in the jungles and then..." Frank paused as Kanshou stooped down and began to dress Frank's wounds. "Rest, rest my friend" Kanshou said softly "and tell me all that has transpired." Frank began to relay all that had happened to him the two days before. "I was a part of the United States Marine Corps, we came here from America. I trained for months back in the states and even more when I arrived here. When we finally arrived a few months ago, the war really started to pick up. I, I got a lot of experience in the field with my troop. I've grown to love them over the past few months." Frank paused in silence as if he was remembering something. "Until two days ago, we, we were ambushed by the Viet Cong. We stood our ground and fought to the death. By the end of our heroic stand, there was only three of us left. We looked around, we saw piles of bloody mangled bodies mixed with the beautiful landscape of the country. It was ironic, such a beautiful land ravaged by so much death. As we turned our heads around looking for a way out, we spotted something in the distance. Out of the ordinary and coming closer, a body, a living body. With pale white skin unlike any Viet Cong foe we had faced. With yellow green eyes and jet black hair, and dark tattoos creeping up his neck and chin. In each hand he carried long silver blades, and hanging from the middle of his black armored chest was...a symbol, a symbol of a skull...."
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