Really, Biersack?

The Begining

13 years ago
"Pete?" A  girl whispers down a dark corridor on a steadily swaying boat. "Pete, mom said for me to find you." A moment of silence passes by before resounding footfalls break the silence.
"Run! Sam, Run!" After that all that can be heard is the pounding of the young girl's feet and heart, accompanied by her older brother's loud foot steps. As the pair run down the corridor and onto the deck of the boat, they are stopped by a tall man, who is built like a truck. Wide-sets shoulders, stalky body and trees for legs. The twenty-three year old brother pushes his eleven year old sister behind him to protect her.
"Just give her to us and nobody has to get hurt." Says truck-man. "Actually, let her come with us and only you will get hurt." He cackles maniacally, finding dark humor to be the best kind. The girl does her best not to tremble in fear, after all, she's survived eleven years of not being the fittest person at school; she is very friendly with the term fake it till you make it. So putting on a brave face she states, "The only one that will be going is you." Truck-man seethes, stepping forward to strike the girl. The boy lands a solid punch to the man's face, sending him to the ground at the same time that the girl gets pulled backwards into a sweaty chest. She tries to move, only to fell the sharp sting of a cold, flashy knife against her throat and the syrupy drip of crimson blood. "P... P... Pete?" she calls, willing this to all just be a horrid nightmare. The boy and truck-man stop fighting. Truck-man smirks and stands and Pete trembles along with his sister, but out of anger not fear.
"Let her go!" He bellows, voice clouded with desperation and anger.
"Eager much?" Knife-man, as I've dubbed him, says. "Rhetorical question, son. Me and Bo," he gestures to truck-man," want to take this girl here. See, we promised a powerful man a pretty girl, and the one we had escaped. How bad is that, Klaus being pissed at you?" At this moment the girl realized her advantage. So she seized the moment.
"Klaus? You mean his dad?" She asked with fake surprise and a renewed hope of getting out alive. "I don't think that he'd be very happy to find out that you were threatening his son." 
"We were never threatening his son, dear. He doesn't have one." Says knife-man. A very deep sinking goes into the pit of her stomach as Bo, or truck-man, knocks Pete unconscious. She struggles to get out of his iron grip, only to fail. He throws her into a boat. "Welcome to The S.S. Stela. Enjoy your ride!" Bo puts a cloth on her face, everything goes fuzzy, then she falls to the bottom of the boat. And with the rocking of the small boat and the smell of the sea as her last waking moments near her family, she drifts into unconsciousness.