Years ago

"I see your frown

And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun

And it goes off"

-Arctic Monkeys, Marty Bum

Oh Emma, my lovely girl, you knew how you had me wrapped around your pretty finger like a wedding ring. So I'm sure when you told me what those dirty bastards had done to you and your dear sister you secretly knew I was going to hunt them down for all they were worth. So why did you look so surprised when I hopped on my motorcycle with my favorite Katana?

Nothing on Hell or Earth could had hidden them from me. I told you I'd find your sister and bring her back to you and my word was of course my bond.

I found them like lightning and hit as hard as could.

Only I didn't expect to get killed by them so quickly.

Months later

I'd cheated death like life was just a game of poker. Now I just lived out each day training with... I don't f*cking know... Monks maybe?

I wanted to get back to the mission and then back to you Emma, but they insisted otherwise and I couldn't risk getting my a*s handed to me so bad once again...

Now

I know you can't read this Emma because... well... I killed you... But you're sister can still be rescued. I've figured out that she was kidnapped by sex slave traffickers and trust me, I've been butchering them like it's Friday the Thirteenth everyday (does that mean I'll die at the end?). Though it's been years, I know she's still out there. She just has to be. I need her to be. She's the the only part of my past life with you that still seems wholesome. Innocent. I'll save her soon whether she wants it