for @jigscw !
frank castle is still alive! the punisher, back to torment new york like never before! those were the last words that she had seen on her tv screen before a group of anvil men knocked on her front door and had forced her to get into a van, driving her to some mansion outside of the city. she had been put in one of the rooms, some of the clothing that had already been put on hangers being obnoxiously recognizable. she had been put in billy’s room. at least, it was that or some storage room for his suits that he didnt keep at his apartment.
emily wasnt quite understanding what the hell was going on. after she had been dropped off, there had been some whispers outside of the room. something about how she’d be kept inside the room for as long as they could keep her, waiting for mr russo to give them the go ahead to do anything else. maybe that was when her photographic memory could come into place, right? remembering exactly what his men were saying when he wasn’t around. it wasn’t until the door opened that her thoughts were interrupted. the very familiar smell of a musky men’s cologne filled up the rest of the room, so emily didn’t need to roll over to check who it was. ‘just tell me one thing,” her eyes were focused on the window outside, watching the trees flow in preparation for an apparent storm. “is jack alive too?” talking about her brother made her nervous, body shifting against the comforter below her.
