Death-Wish: Sea of Quota

Paul Kersey takes justice into his heart as a matter of vigilante-seriousness post-tragedy and challenges (with qualities) the seedy diamond-underworld 'lyricist' known as the Witch.

Death Wish fanfiction injected in-between my Green Hornet fanfic/series. Thanks for reading (Happy Spring), 

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Paul Kersey had it all, working on the docks by the city/sea line he called home on the Blue Planet, but all changed for him when a violence erupted inside his lovely cozy apartment because of his wife's journalism campaign to expose a dangerous 'blood-diamond' smugglers-operation tying African zones to North American shores/investors. Paul survived the ordeal, of course...but his wife (Joanna) was shot by a silence. Kersey lost his mind and his heart...and he mutated himself into a masked working vigilante, set to stop the underworld operation responsible for Joanna's bloody murder (for social/media quickenings).

WITCH: Sure, 'twas me behind that Xmas-hit on Lady Joanna because of papers.

EMPLOYEE: Lady Witch, we know Paul Kersey's become some invisible vigilante.

WITCH: He knows I'm the manager and conductor of this sea-line gems-outfit?

EMPLOYEE: Witch, Kersey just wants vindication for the execution of his wife.

WITCH: Well, well...here I thought I was the most stylish shoreline human, ok.

EMPLOYEE: Maybe Mister Kersey fashions himself to be like 'Captain America.'

WITCH: Bring him in, find him, and I'll show him my own 'fashionable' mind.

EMPLOYEE: Death wish, Witch (Facebook-like).

POLICE CHIEF: You're (all) alone here, Paul Kersey.

KERSEY: I know it, too, Chief...but I'm now calling myself the Hornet (ha).

POLICE CHIEF: Can you take down this blood-diamond cult just for religion, eh?
KERSEY: I'm a good-American Catholic seeking right-process for Joanna's tragedy.

POLICE CHIEF: Kersey/Hornet, your fitted weaponized auto is pretty cool, damn.

KERSEY: I shan't fail, Chief...this sea-line American area needs capitalist-image.

Mr. Paul Kersey now ('officially') continued his war-campaign against the blood-diamond cult/underworld responsible for his wife's bloody-murder in the American Homeland (ok). Calling himself the Hornet (vigilantism-alias) and masked and weaponized, Paul Kersey swore to undo any 'fashion-slang' made by the underworld of capitalism and the no-customs dark arm of Blue Planet crime crafted and made-evil by those adorning insanity like the 'fashionably' anarchistic Witch. Kersey (the Hornet) knew he wouldn't lose...for a cinema expression of death-wish qualifications (ok).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)

Reviews

[lauren]

Hey!
I just read your story, and I’m completely hooked! Your writing is amazing, and I kept picturing how incredible it would look as a comic.
I’m a professional commissioned artist, and I’d be so excited to collaborate with you on turning it into one, if you’re up for it, of course! I think it would be a perfect fit.
If you’re interested, message me on Discord (Laurendoesitall) or on Instagram (lizziedoesitall). Let me know what you think!
Best,
Lauren