Dear Emma,

By the time you get this letter it is, or at least it should be, our first anniversary.

I had it all planned out from the moment you said yes. The day would have started with red champagne in the morning. Your favorite. Though apparently you were more interested in getting paid for my head than you were actually interested in being with me.

I remember that morning so vividly. You and some anti-mutant activist staring at me from the foot of our king sized bed. Knifes and all kinds of fun weapons in hand. How are those friends of yours now? I tried to make sure to break their jaws and leave them dying slowly.

I wrote this letter just to let you know you didn't escape that morning out of skill or good luck. I've changed my identity once again, moved out of site and now all I do is plan out how I'm going to get you back.

Now of course by now you've discovered that the tires of all your luxury cars have been slashed and those flee market guards you hired for protection are... Well... Out of the picture as my dad would say.

The day you get this letter

You'll want to escape to some where safe but the latte you had this morning, like you have every morning, was full of rufi so good luck with that. The effects should kick in anytime now so sweet dreams.

When you wake up

How do you feel? Or better yet how does it feel to wake up with significantly less limbs? I left you with your left arm and a good hospital. Is the hospital it's self similar? It should, I use to work there. I still work here actually. lol

A day later

You probably didn't read this letter all at the moment you got it because of the rufi, so you probably won't really get to read this part. Oh well. Hopefully one of your xenophobic friends will find this at your grave and know what they have to fear. You all picked the wrong one to f*ck with. I won't stop until I'm the one they have nightmares about.

Sincerely,

Kent Elliot